"What's with this sudden whim to meet in a restaurant? You are no stranger to the fact that I don't like public places, are you?" Mu Yuhaan frowned, as he asked.
"No, I'm not. However, you have been working hard for years, and it's time to be a little lenient on yourself. Clear some space in your head, to welcome a new person in life. You should desiderate for a family of your own." Old Madam Mu expressed her view, holding the cell phone against her ear.
Mu Yuhaan was silent for a few seconds, as he began pondering on his grandmother's words.
If it was any other time, he wouldn't let these words press on his brain cells, however, at that moment, he found it effortlessly easy-peasy to agree upon this.
As Mu Yuhaan didn't raise any objection, The Old Lady grew bold, and gave voice to her hankering for a granddaughter-in-law, "Come to a good restaurant at seven in the evening."
"I can't make it there," Mu Yuhaan expostulated immediately, "I have a very important thing to accomplish at seven. Talk to you later."
Old Madam Mu wanted to speak further, but three disconnecting sounds from the other side stopped her. Eventuated out, she thought wrongly that she had managed to convince her grandson for the date.
Hanging up, Mu Yuhaan pulled open the first drawer of his desk, and brought out a file.
As he opened the file, the corner of Mu Yuhaan's lips lifted upwards subconsciously. The feelings, which built a temple inside his heart, came up to his eyes, to stare at their goddess whom they worshipped.
Unbeknownst to Mu Yuhaan, there was gentleness, and affection in his eyes, while his long bony fingers were caressing the person in the picture.
She was sitting on a yacht, wearing a light orange floral dress; her hair was tied in a messy bun, but a few strands of hair were falling down her face. Void of any makeup, she was smiling towards the camera.
In the middle of the blue ocean, under the clear white sky, in a white yacht with howling wind, Mian was looking just like a Heavenly Deity.
This file contained Mian's detailed information: from Mian's alma mater, the grades she skipped, her results in every class, the medals she received, hobbies, plus-points, her family member's name with pictures, and their occupations, her zero-dating relationship status, workplaces, achievements for brilliant performances, her address, phone number, email ID and weibo account.
"Welcome to my life." Mu Yuhaan murmured hugging Mian's file with a stupid smile hanging on his lips.
Outside Mu Yuhaan's office door, Hu Ming was standing with a discombobulated expression. He knocked on the door twice, yet no response from inside. He was carrying a pile of files in one hand; using the other one, he twisted the door knob and popped his head inside.
"May I come-" Rest of the words were caught on in Hu Ming's throat, and his eyes widened to an extent, that it was suffice to say that they were about to come out of the socket.
What was he seeing, huh? Did Mu Yuhaan, The Ice King, condescend himself to mortal level and start smiling like a normal person?!
Unlike Wang Eric, Hu Ming had deep-faith in his eyes. These were the pair of eyes, drilled to follow Mu Yuhaan around.
Sensing someone's presence, Mu Yuhaan reflexively glanced at the door. He frowned at the disturbance; his smile, and enthusiasm ebbed away.
"Why are you popping your head inside like this? If you wish to get choked, pull the door towards yourself squeezing out your all might. Don't just stand there for my attention, thinking I will save you!" Mu Yuhaan said insipidly with his usual cold tone of voice, while putting the file in his drawer carefully.
Hu Ming "....", he wanted to cry, however, lack of tears. In his mind, Hu Ming bent over on the floor, and looked at Mu Yuhaan from between his legs, as he yelled with an expression of vehement protest.
'How could such vicious words come out of your mouth with an insouciant expression? Wouldn't you be sad, if I were to die? After all, I have been working for you for eleven years! Moreover, why can't you smile a little bit with me too?'
Nevertheless, the reality was, even if Hu Ming ate a tiger's gut, he wouldn't be able to voice out his inner thoughts in front of Mu Yuhaan.
Hu Ming was wearing a naive expression on his face, as he said, "President Mu, these files need your signature." He respectfully put the documents, collected from different departments, in front of Mu Yuhaan.
Mu Yuhaan read the files, and signed them with a signature pen without any expression on his face.
Hu Ming was about to leave, when he was called back.
"Do you need anything else, President Mu?"
Mu Yuhaan didn't immediately say anything. Instead, he was staring at Hu Ming while contemplating something; making the latter's heart leap up to his throat.
Did the president read his inner thoughts just now?! But he didn't have any bad intentions though! It was just very scary to work in a gloomy environment, you know, bad for the heart!
"What does it mean, when you want to see someone, talk to her and spend time with her?" Mu Yuhaan asked the question that had been pestering him for days with a straight face.
He himself had no clue as to why he was always very eager to see Mian. What he knew for sure was, this had never happened to him before. Mu Yuhaan had been a very decisive person since forever, always knew what he wanted, then did that. Everything had been happening according to his wish and plan until he met Mian. However, when it came to her, he didn't have control over his own mind now!
A sigh of relief slipped through Hu Ming's lips instinctively, then in the next second, he almost choked on his saliva.
Mu Yuhaan asked such questions, right?! Yeah... a lot of new things had been happening recently.