Marry Me Quick

Chapter 607 I Want to Be Your Secretary

Muchen looked at her in uncertainty, but ultimately, he believed her.

With a slight frown, he said, "You can go back and rest now."

She was silent upon hearing that. He asked me to rush here. But before I could even take a seat, he asked me to go

home to rest. How thoughtful! He's really at ease with doing whatever he wants. Ziyue thought sarcastically

Nevertheless, Ziyue remembered her reason for being there – to ask about Yuchuan's late wife.

Though she died young, she was Muchen's grandmother. He probably knew more information than her.

"There's no rush. I came all the way for you, yet you're chasing me away without even offering a glass of water…"

she complained and pouted, looking at him with wide eyes to pay attention to his reaction.

He lifted his head to look at her. She lifted her chin slightly with a look of displeasure, looking like she wanted to

elaborate further but was embarrassed to do so – she was teasing him.

Muchen had some psychological issues, but he was not dumb. He could easily tell her teasing tone. Thinking that

she was adorable, he pinched her cheeks.

She turned her face the other way around. "Say something if you want, but why pinch my cheeks?"

He frowned but didn't look angry. A few seconds later, he asked, "Are you avoiding going home?"

Ziyue remained silent. That was not the case; she wanted to learn more about his grandmother.

"Since you want to stay with me, I'll grant you this opportunity." He had decided before hearing her reply.

She couldn't help smiling upon hearing that. He's becoming more and more narcissistic.

Even though that was the case, she was willing to spend more time with him.

She was pretty free in Country J and worried about his current condition.

She took a step forward and grabbed his hand with a smile. "Do you want to chat with me, then?"

Her gaze fell on the documents on his desk. "Just for a while. You can continue with work later; I won't be a

disturbance."

Looking at the docile smile on her face, Muchen slightly loosened up. His frown eased, and his agitation slowly died

down.

He pulled her to his desk and motioned for her to sit opposite him.

Though surprised, she did as she was told.

When she was seated, he walked behind his desk and took a seat before reading the documents.

Ziyue looked at him, baffled. What does he mean?

She fidgeted with her fingers, but he raised his head from the document just as she was about to say something.

"Didn't you want to chat? Why are you so quiet?"

He's reading through the documents. How am I supposed to chat with him? Is he expecting me to talk to myself?

"If you have something to say, just shoot." He looked at her indifferently and lowered his head to sign on the final

page of the document. Then, he picked up another file.

After a while, Ziyue finally realized that he was multitasking. He planned to work and chat at the same time.

Does this work?

She was the one who selected his suit and did his necktie before he went out in the morning.

Though most of his clothes were similar, she took quite some time in the wardrobe to choose the best for him.

His facial features looked the same as before – reserved and profound. He sat straight when he was pouring over

the documents. Even without speaking, he looked intimidating.

Ziyue froze briefly before asking tentatively, "Can you tell me more about your grandma?"

As soon as she finished speaking, his head jerked up to look at her.

His gaze was deep and penetrating, with pupils as dark as ink. The depth of his eyes gave people a sense of

intimidation.

Ziyue was quietly shocked by his reaction. Thinking she might incite his suspicions by the sudden mention of his

grandmother, she stammered, flustered, "I'm just curious. If you don't like to speak about it, I…"

His gaze lingered on her for quite some time until he returned to read the documents. Yet, he replied to her

question, "My grandmother and my mother were beautiful women. They were both independent and strong-willed,"

he said conversationally, as though he was open to talking about them.

Nevertheless, Ziyue noticed that he had some reservations about his grandmother.

In a few sentences, the conversation about his grandmother was over, and the information Ziyue had gotten

matched the results she found online.

Her heart sank immediately. He must know some things about her. Otherwise, he wouldn't be so reserved. Why is

he being so careful? There must be something he can't tell me. We've been together for so long, yet I've never

heard him mention her.

Before this, she didn't think deeply about it. At this moment, she finally found it suspicious.

Someone who makes him cautious and vigilant… I think I have an answer.

Since he didn't want to elaborate on the topic, Ziyue didn't force it and continued chatting about something else.

After that, he didn't pay a lot of attention to her. He merely replied briefly, sometimes lifting his head to look at her.

Though he seemed cavalier, she knew he was listening attentively. It wasn't difficult for him to multitask.

Finally, she stopped speaking and paid attention to him as he worked.

The way he focused at work was quite attractive.

His thin lips were slightly pressed together, but his face was impassive. The occasional arch of his eyebrow revealed

some of his emotions.

Muchen mustn't lose LK Group. His mental illness mustn't be revealed to the public. This company is the culmination

of all the years of hard work.

She made a split-second decision.

"I heard your secretary is going on maternity leave soon." She learned this in one of her casual conversations with

Nan Ke.

"Yeah," he replied coolly without lifting his head to look at her.

"Has the human resource department found a new secretary for you?" she asked, not minding his preoccupation.

Upon hearing her interest in the topic, he paused and looked at her. "You want to work here?"

There was a brief pause before she spoke her mind seriously. "I want to be your secretary."