136 Not Anyone Important (Eighth Installment)

6:00 PM, Si Family Restaurant

Mu Qingcheng had already changed into the clothes that Si Qingchen had someone prepare for her.

It was a light blue tracksuit, embroidered in the center with a large pink heart—utterly adorable.

Mu Qingcheng felt very uncomfortable, sitting there nervously tugging at the hem, feeling as if she were wearing someone else’s clothes.

Si Qingchen, however, was very pleased. His burning gaze was fixed on her without any attempt to hide it.

After a while, seeing her still fidgeting awkwardly, he leaned in slightly, took her hand gently, and reassured her, “Qingcheng, it looks great on you.”

“It doesn’t suit me.”

“It does. You look so cute.”

“...Really?”

“Mm,”

Without hesitation, Si Qingchen nodded, pulling her closer before continuing, “So cute that I want to hide you away, best locked in the bedroom where no one else can see.”

“You’re getting on in years; don’t you have any shame?”

“When I’m with you, I don’t need any.”

“...Tch, you rogue.”

Mu Qingcheng had always known Si Qingchen was resourceful, but she hadn’t expected his shamelessness to be quite so impressive.

And it was equally remarkable.

Just with his occasional teasing like this, Mu Qingcheng felt she might one day burst a blood vessel.

……

When the servants finally began bringing out the dishes, Si Qingchen at last relented and let go of her hand.

Mu Qingcheng immediately straightened up, then suddenly noticed—there were two extra sets of bowls and chopsticks laid out on the table.

“Si... Brother Chen, is someone else joining us for dinner?”

“Not anyone important. Don’t worry about it.”

Si Qingchen’s dismissive reply caused Mu Qingcheng to furrow her brow.

Upon hearing this, even Si Nan and Si Bei, standing side by side nearby, looked surprised and exchanged a meaningful glance.

Before Mu Qingcheng could say more, Si Qingchen preemptively spoke, “Qingcheng, could I trouble you with something?”

“What is it?”

“I want to drink some soup, but my hands aren’t very convenient right now.”

“...Are you sure?”

Mu Qingcheng raised an eyebrow, recalling vividly the way this man had held her on the bed just moments ago.

Like a ravenous beast—there was no sign of inconvenience.

“No, you drink it yourself.”

“Pfft...”

Mu Qingcheng shook her head firmly and refused.

Si Nan couldn’t help but laugh quietly, only to be met with a sharp glance from Si Qingchen.

“All right then.”

The man didn’t push it, replying gruffly.

He then took a spoon and began drinking on his own.

But...

The small white porcelain bowl paired with the fine bone china spoon was exquisite in every detail.

Si Qingchen sipped slowly, his movements noticeably less fluid than usual.

Watching him, Mu Qingcheng pursed her lips.

After a moment, she reached out resignedly and said, “Fine, I’ll feed you.”

“Good.”

Si Qingchen immediately set down the spoon and looked at her tenderly.

Every line of his face radiated endless affection, lacking any of his usual cold aloofness—he seemed like a different person.

The servants and staff beside them, long accustomed to their employer’s unusual tenderness toward Miss Mu, smiled with warm satisfaction.

They also showed Mu Qingcheng even greater respect.

This heir, isolated by his family’s background, had finally found someone to warm his heart.

Yet just as Mu Qingcheng lifted the spoon to feed Si Qingchen, sharp footsteps sounded outside the restaurant.

Then, two upright figures entered the room simultaneously.