Loving With My Mind

"Muzhen...I thought you wouldn't come." Han Mufeng had a benevolent smile in welcoming his little brother.

Li Qiaolian stuck to him, almost like glue, but flashed a diplomatic smile to the guests who just arrived.

"Why would I not be? It's the anniversary of my father's company after all." Han Muzhen looked at his brother meaningfully.

Of course, Han Mufeng knew that the words had blades, but he remain composed, ignoring the meaning behind them. His brother can hate him all his life after all.

Han Mufeng eyed the young woman with his brother and raised his brow. "Oh...you took the same woman in two events?" he teased.

Cynthia Mu stunned everyone as her height was complimented by her GA satin V-neck crepe gown in copper orange. Her hair was kept down and styled in light curls. Her makeup was heavy on the eyes, with pale nude-colored lips. She kept her pokerface against the remark.

Han Muzhen chuckled. "Brother, please don't make my date misunderstand."

"Oh, we do not want that." Han Mufeng teased.

"Ah...please help yourselves with some refreshments. Xiao Xin personally made them." Li Qiaolian tried to break off the awkward scenario.

Cynthia Mu held back from rolling her eyes, but a subtle frown is evident from her beautiful face.

"Really?" Han Muzhen's face lit up and he almost dragged his date towards the buffet table.

Han Mufeng and Li Qiaolian looked at each other. No matter how hard they clarified, Han Muzhen still believes that Yixin is his daughter.

Zhao Mingzhe had a stern face as he eyed his ex-girlfriend in the arms of who seemed to be a relative of his wife.

Han Yixin saw her mother gesture for them to come over. She then grabbed onto Zhao Mingzhe's arm and started dragging him towards that direction.

"Mom is calling for us." she explained without looking up at him, keeping her pace towards the group of people.

"Ah, Xiao Xin...here you are..." Han Muzhen recognized her immediately, his face gentle.

Han Yixin nodded with a smile. Her uncle had always been nice to her. He never failed to send gifts during holidays, even when she was living abroad.

Zhao Mingzhe's expression remained stern and his eyes was still fixed on Cynthia Mu.

"Ah, this is..." Han Muzhen pretended to be oblivious of the young man's stare towards his date, and wanted to recognize him as well.

"Ah...Uncle, this is my husband, Zhao Mingzhe." Han Yixin introduced him as he subtly pulled onto his arm to remove him from his trance.

Zhao Mingzhe was pulled from his thoughts, and though delayed, he managed to flash a subtle smile, nodded and said, "Nice to meet you, Sir."

Han Muzhen chuckled. "What 'Sir'? Don't be too formal. Call me 'Uncle Muzhen', alright?"

Zhao Mingzhe just nodded subtly in recognition.

"Ah, right...everyone, I'd like to introduce Ms. Cynthia Mu." Han Muzhen gestured towards his date.

"Ah...hello, Ms. Mu." Li Qiaolian greeted.

"So it's Ms. Mu. My little brother should've introduced you already in the previous party." Han Mufeng teased.

"Brother, you and I both know why I had to take precautions." Han Muzhen replied meaningfully.

However, both gentlemen just chuckled to brush it off.

Zhao Mingzhe's eyes dimmed, but he had to let it go for now. Confrontation was not possible at that moment.

Han Yixin was observing her husband, her brows subtly furrowed.

Cynthia Mu was subtly eyeing Zhao Mingzhe and his wife. 'This could be a good show.' she thought.

"Well...help yourselves with the refreshments. Please enjoy the party." Li Qiaolian managed to excuse herself and her husband from the group.

With that, the couples dispersed and helped themselves with the refreshment and entertainment.

After sitting for some time watching the performances, Han Yixin stood up.

"Where are you going?" Zhao Mingzhe became wary of his wife since his ex arrived.

"Just using the restroom," replied Han Yixin nonchalantly.

Donna Yang raised both brows as she saw Zhao Mingzhe go after his wife.

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Right after Han Yixin locked the cubicle door, Cynthia Mu came out from the adjacent cubicle and started washing her hands.

Zhao Mingzhe was patiently waiting just outside the ladies room when Cynthia Mu emerged from it.

Both were caught by surprise and almost bumped into each other.

"What the..." Cynthia Mu frowned. 'Is he stalking me?'

Zhao Mingzhe moved aside and looked away.

With that, Cynthia Mu silently continued to walk away.

However, before she did, Zhao Mingzhe stopped her by grabbing her arm. "What's the meaning of this?" he asked, his eyes glaring at her.

Cynthia Mu's face lit up as she steadied herself. She flashed a sly smile. "Just as how you are thinking things are."

"How could you stoop so low?!" Zhao Mingzhe's voice remained low, but his grip on her hand tightened, enough to hurt.

She swung her arm hard to get freedom and moved closer so her lips would be near his ear. "Maybe next time, you will call me 'Auntie'."

Cynthia Mu had a giggle as she inched away after whispering.

Zhao Mingzhe had a gloomy face. He eyed her back until it was out of sight.

Han Yixin pressed her hand hard over her nose and mouth to conceal her emotions.

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After returning home from the party, Cynthia Mu felt suffocated by the silence Han Muzhen was giving her.

Since he was not saying anything, she went straight into the bedroom, then into the bathroom for a shower.

She was still in her bathrobe when he suddenly appreared before her.

She managed to limit the sound of her shriek, but her face was still shocked.

Han Muzhen suddenly clasped her wrist tightly and held it up to the level of her face. "Listen here. I don't care how you deal with your ex-boyfriend or if you plan to get back with him...but I'm warning you. If you touch even the tip of Han Yixin's finger, I cannot guarantee your life, including that of your family!"

Cynthia Mu was stunned and scared as she looked back on the menacing eyes of the man holding her wrist. He had been gentle towards her for over a year. He had never even raised his voice...but he can kill her for that woman?

'Does he fancy his niece?' she questioned in her thoughts.