He was the one that barged in. Should she not be the one displeased instead?
She was about to voice out, "You—"
The man stared at Wushuang. Then, still holding the door ajar, he took a step back and looked at the symbol on the door and came back through the door after confirming it. As his penetrating gaze swept across her, he slowly spoke, "Miss, this is the men's room."
All of Jing Wushuang's emotions instantly transformed into embarrassment, her fair complexion turned red. Had she misheard? This was the men's room? She actually stayed for this long in the men's room.
She used the sink countertop for support and stood up. She grabbed her handbag to shield her face and moved toward the exit. As she rushed past him, she uttered softly, "Sorry."
"Wait."
Just as Jing Wushuang was about to flee the scene, the man's deep and resounding voice reached her. He seemed used to giving orders. As Jing Wushuang reacted, he stood motionless.
She turned around and saw him go over to where she was sitting a moment ago, bent down to pick something up, then approached her.
It was not until he handed the item to her with his slender, pretty fingers that she realized that she dropped her cell phone. She took it and appreciatively whispered, "Thank you."
The man turned around before she even finished her sentence. Jing Wushuang stared blankly at his back. The man gave her a cold and indifferent impression. Based on her instincts, she did not think this man was virtuous. She did not expect that he would personally pick up her cell phone and return it to her. It did not appear that he could display such amiable behavior.
In just one minute, she said 'sorry' and 'thank you' to a complete stranger. She rarely uttered those words. She seemed to be the one people would apologize to and thank most of the time.
On the contrary, this seemed to have dispelled those suffocating emotions she was experiencing a moment ago and regained her calm and controlled mind. She laughed at herself for being utterly defeated by a mere phone call. What would happen if she faced them in person?
Holding on to the past would only hurt oneself. The other side of love should not be hate, let alone cause such emotional fluctuations. Indifference should be the true sign of letting go.
In the past two years, she tried not to think of the past and genuinely thought she had forgotten it.
However, when the day came to participate in an event that unraveled past events without the slightest warning, she could not adapt in time.
Perhaps, after more than two years of precipitation, it was time to face it.
She quickly adjusted her breathing before she slowly walked back to her seat.
When she sat down, she reverted to the calm, distant, elegant and self-sustaining Jing Wushuang.
Mu Yuhao had already placed two desserts in front of him and had a big frown. "What took you so long? I thought something happened to you. I almost went to the ladies' room to look for you."
She just smiled and thought that it was fortunate that he did not come looking for her. Otherwise, the entire Chenyu International would know that she accidentally went into the men's room.
Vice President Mu's title—'The Horn of Chenyu International'—was not undeserving.
Mu Yuhao was mesmerized by her smile.
She looked pretty when she smiled. The pupils of her eyes were clear and bright. She did not smile very often but her eyes and eyebrows were slanted slightly upward. All she needed to do was curl the corners of her mouth slightly and it felt as though the flowers of spring would bloom.
"Vice President Mu?"
"Oh… Sorry, did you say something?" Mu Yuhao looked a little upset that he would be so mesmerized by a woman's smile.