Marry Me Quick

Chapter 315

Qin Muchen placed the glass in his hand onto the table as he gazed at Su Yige with a steely glint. Su Yige’s face

paled from fright. The murderous aura emanating from Qin Muchen’s eyes terrified her.

She took a gulp of water before stammering, “T-Two years ago, Su Ziyue got pregnant. I wouldn’t have thought of

treating her like that otherwise. She’s my sister regardless of everything. We’ve grown up together since we were

children. I never thought of harming her like that, but I love Gong Zeyang. I cannot allow another woman to have

his child…” Su Yige stumbled over her words a few times before she finished her spiel. While no one ultimately

managed to clearly get the upper hand here, she had at least achieved her goals.

Su Ziyue had miscarried before disappearing without anyone knowing whether she was even alive. Su Yige told Qin

Muchen all this partly so that he wouldn’t focus too much of his anger on her. What she did tell him was the truth

though. She might have loathed Su Ziyue, but Su Yige had never thought of torturing her like this, and yet Su Ziyue

had to get pregnant with Gong Zeyang’s child!

Qin Muchen’s mind instantly went blank, his mouth opening and closing a few times before he finally found his voice

again. However, when he spoke, he realized that his voice was abnormally dry and hoarse. He could hear his voice

through his daze. “She was pregnant then?”

Su Yige thought that Qin Muchen’s response was odd, but she still nodded anyway as she replied honestly, “T-That’s

right…”

“How did you know?” Qin Muchen asked her again.

Su Yige didn’t dare to hide anything from him, so she spilled everything to him. “Someone phoned me and told me

that Su Ziyue was pregnant, and that there was a very high chance that she was pregnant with… Gong Zeyang’s

child. That person even said…” When she reached this part, she stole a glance at Qin Muchen’s face, then she fell

silent, not daring to keep going on with her story.

Qin Muchen lowered his gaze so that Su Yige couldn’t see his eyes. His voice was heavy when he asked, “What else

was said?”

“T-That I don’t need to worry about you, that you also know that the child isn’t yours…” Su Yige didn’t dare to

continue her words. She might not be able to see Qin Muchen’s expression, but she could clearly sense the

murderous energy rising from him. It felt like there was a pair of invisible hands pressing down on her hard,

rendering her immobile. She didn’t dare to attempt to move either.

“I am not a patient man. You better tell me everything in one breath.” Qin Muchen still didn’t look up at Su Yige. He

simply sat there like he was a statue.

“That person obscured their number when they called me. That person used a voice changer as well, so I’m not

sure who it was. After that person informed me of this, I followed Gong Zeyang and found Su Ziyue. You had left

without bringing Su Ziyue with you, so I… That person even said that it didn’t matter if Su Ziyue was dead, that you

wouldn’t mind—ah!”

Qin Muchen had hurled his glass at her while she was speaking. The glass crashed violently against her head. Blood

dripped down from the wound instantly. She shrieked as she put her hands to the wound, fear swirling in her eyes.

Qin Muchen clenched his fists, his expression eerie and terrifying. And yet when he spoke, his voice was airy and

light. “Who said that I wouldn’t mind?” He suddenly stood up and swept everything on the table off, making them all

crash to the ground. He then kicked the couch that he had been sitting on as though the earlier action wasn’t

enough release for his anger.

Right then, Nan Chuan knocked on the door. “Sir, Mr. Bai is here. He said that he would like to eat with you.”

Hearing no answer and having heard the sound of items crashing to the ground earlier, Nan Chuan opened the

door and entered with trepidation. He didn’t dare to make any comments when he saw the mess on the ground,

instead simply opting to test the waters by asking, “Sir?”

Qin Muchen stood where he was, panting. He didn’t bother responding to Nan Chuan. Just as Nan Chuan thought

that Qin Muchen was ignoring him, Qin Muchen’s raspy voice rang out. “Send her back.”

Nan Chuan stiffened for a moment before replying, “Alright.”

Delight welled up within Su Yige. It seemed like that child really wasn’t Qin Muchen’s. He certainly wouldn’t have let

her go so easily otherwise. However, she had celebrated too early.

Qin Muchen got up and dusted off his clothes, his expression icy. His voice was cruel as he spoke to her. “Your

child’s DNA report wasn’t tampered with. That child truly isn’t Gong Zeyang’s. Do you still remember that time

when Gong Zeyang brought you to a hotel five months ago?” With that, Qin Muchen stepped out with large strides.

The elation on Su Yige’s face had long vanished before then. She still remembered that night. Gong Zeyang had

never really bothered with her, but on that day, he asked her to come to a hotel out of the blue. She thought that

Gong Zeyang had come to his senses and wanted to give her a surprise. They had indeed had a delightful night

then. She remembered that Gong Zeyang gave her a room key and asked her to wait for him, but then...

“No… He wouldn’t do that kind of thing!” How could Gong Zeyang possibly hand her over to another man?

Qin Muchen headed for the washroom after he stepped out of the booth. His steps were brisk. He kept gathering

cold water from the faucet and splashing it on his face. It felt refreshing to have the cold water hit his face with the

spring chill. The chilliness seeped through his skin and burrowed itself into his body, digging its way into his own

bones.

…

Nan Chuan arranged for someone to send Su Yige back before returning to look for Qin Muchen. He had served Qin

Muchen for many years now, so he managed to notice the oddness of Qin Muchen’s expression. “Have you seen

the boss?” He kept asking everyone he met. By the time he made his way to the washroom, Qin Muchen had

already gone off to look for Bai Jingshu. Nan Chuan was forced to return to the booth.

“Muchen, what are you doing?! You aren’t supposed to drink it like this…” He had just reached the door to the booth

when he heard Bai Jingshu’s voice coming from inside. Nan Chuan opened the door to immediately see Qin Muchen

drinking straight from a bottle of white wine. He was gulping the contents down rather rapidly; some of the liquor

even flowed out of the corners of his lips, staining his collar. No matter how Bai Jingshu tried to snatch the bottle

away, it was futile. Qin Muchen’s hand was seemingly welded to the bottle, unable to be pried from it.

Nan Chuan and Bai Jingshu only managed to grab the bottle away by working together. Qin Muchen stumbled

before supporting his weight with a hand on the table. After a few moments of silence, he said, “Hand it over.”

Bai Jingshu hastily handed the bottle to Nan Chuan so that he could take the wine away. Bai Jingshu then looked at

Qin Muchen and scoffed coldly, “Hand it over? So that you can drink yourself to death?”

“I won’t die. I just want to get wasted.” Qin Muchen’s voice was still hoarse. He only continued to speak after

pausing, his voice so soft it was like he was muttering to himself. “I don’t have the courage to face her without

getting drunk.”

Bai Jingshu didn’t catch his words. He frowned as he asked Qin Muchen, “What? Face who?”

However, Qin Muchen didn’t speak again. He grabbed a bottle of red wine off the table and began glugging it down.

Bai Jingshu was at his wits’ end as he kicked Qin Muchen before he snatched the bottle away and smashed it on the

ground.