The blue-chip man loves the righteous woman: attacking the heart and capturing the love

Chapter 32 Behavior off track
Shen Jiaman was really curious about what Mu Yuanchen would say next.

"I remember you have a cheongsam that your mother made for you, right?"

"Yes." She asked back with a look of astonishment, "You want it?"

"I don't want it, I want you to fulfill your promise and wear it to my birthday party."

Shen Jiaman swallowed her saliva, she never expected that Mu Yuanchen would make such a request, yes, she promised to show him to wear it, but it was just casual talk after all, how could it be true.

But now, Mu Yuanchen is serious: "Is it possible?"

She nodded with a half-smile: "Yes, yes, but the gift still has to be given...

"No, if you agree, it will be the best gift."

His expression was sincere, without a hint of playfulness. For a moment, Shen Jiaman impulsively wanted to tell him what his mother had said, so what expression would he have?

"OK then."

At this point, it seems that there is no choice but to promise. People living in this world must always be responsible for what they have said.

In the evening, Shen Jiaman got off the night shift and went back to the dormitory, and quietly pulled out the suitcase from under the bed. On the bottom of the suitcase was a cheongsam with ink painting feeling. Lost dignity.

Do you really want to wear it to Mu Yuanchen's birthday party?
She took the clothes and went to the balcony, staring at the vast starry sky outside the window, feeling that her behavior seemed to be a little off track.

After thinking for a long time, she decided that this would be the last time she got close to Mu Yuanchen, and she would return to her own life in the future.

Time slipped by like sand between fingers amid anxiety and uneasiness. The news about Mr. Mu's birthday and the media's overwhelming reports, especially the female colleagues in the coffee shop, gathered together whenever they had free time chatter.

Even Zhang Meili was wondering whether to buy a gift to repay Mu Yuanchen for saving his life.

The figure that is almost lingering, no matter where Shen Jiaman goes, his name is always in her ears, her world has been occupied by him, and there is very little left...

The night before the birthday party, she received a call from Mu Yuanchen.

"Just got off work?" he asked.

"Hey, how do you know?" Looking back suspiciously, she did indeed just get off work and was on her way back to school.

"I have clairvoyance. Not only can I see where you are, but I can also see what is thinking in your heart?"

"Oh? What am I thinking?"

She smiled unconsciously, liking to hear Mu Yuanchen's warm voice like spring breeze.

"You're wondering if people will laugh at you for wearing a cheongsam tomorrow."

A dazzling car light came from ahead, she instinctively stretched out her hand to cover her sight: "What if I say no?"

"That's why I guessed wrong."

The corners of Mu Yuanchen's lips rose: "You see me."

"Ah."

She hung up the phone and walked straight forward. He had already got out of the car and was standing by the car door, wearing a white shirt with the neckline slightly open, revealing his wheat-colored skin inside.

"How do you..."

"I have something to do, just passing by here."

"Oh……"

He opened the car door: "Get in the car, I'll give you a ride."

Shen Jiaman didn't refuse, it happened that she wanted to ask him some questions.

"Is your birthday attended by many people?"

Mu Yuanchen chuckled: "So, I actually guessed right just now."

She was a little embarrassed: "You answer me first."

"Yes."

"When will it be reported?"

"Yes."

"Then I don't want to go..."

"why?"

"I don't want people around me to know that we know each other."

He stretched out his hand suddenly, and when she thought he was going to lift her chin again, he just patted her on the shoulder: "Don't worry, there are so many people, the reporter won't be interested in you alone."

Shen Jiaman was stunned for a moment, thinking about it, it was true, the more people there were, the lower the appearance rate would be, this shouldn't be her burden.

Thinking about it this way, I immediately felt relieved.

"Then I wish you a happy birthday in advance, and all wishes can come true."

"Why early?" He looked at her playfully.

"I'm worried that there will be too many people tomorrow, and I won't have a chance to talk to you then."

"Journalists who talk to me are interested, especially women."

"...Then it should be earlier."

At the University of Zurich, Shen Jiaman still had some lingering fears before getting out of the car: "Mu Yuanchen, do I really have to wear a cheongsam tomorrow?"

"Don't worry about it, it's just a piece of clothing."

"But I'm worried that everyone else wears formal dresses. If I wear an old Chinese cheongsam, will I lose face..."

Mu Yuanchen smiled ambiguously: "I really didn't expect that you are so protective of my image."

She blushed and waved her hand: "Forget it, don't worry about it, just leave it at that, see you tomorrow."

The next day, the weather was surprisingly good. At four o'clock in the afternoon, Gao Yujie called and said he had arrived.

Shen Jiaman didn't know how much courage she mustered before she put on the blue and white porcelain cheongsam. The clothes were not as bad as her mother said. I don't know if they look good or not, but at least they fit her well.

Standing by the mirror and turning around a few times, her waist-length hair was black and shiny, dancing with her movements.

"Shen Jiaman, you are going to a birthday party, not a memorial service, do you want to have such a painful expression?!"

Facing the mirror, she reached out and pinched her stiff cheeks, trying to squeeze out a sweet smile.

After getting ready, she seemed to have nothing to do before going out. She turned around, took out an exquisite jewelry box from her backpack, took out the hairpin that was shining brightly inside, and stuck it above her left ear without hesitation.

She doesn't have any beautiful jewelry, the only decent thing is this hairpin that Mu Yuanchen gave her. The things he gave must be of high value. Wearing it is not to attract the attention of others, but it is very simple. There is an urge to wear it.

When Gao Yujie saw her, he almost didn't recognize her: "Miss Shen, you..."

"It's ugly, isn't it?"

She asked nonchalantly, when she came out of school, many students had already paid her attention with surprised eyes.

"No, it's very beautiful." He paused: "It's also very special."

The car drove in the direction of Mu's Mansion. The closer she got to the destination, the more nervous Shen Jiaman felt. Gao Yujie seemed to see her uneasiness, and laughed and teased: "Ms. Shen is wearing a Chinese cheongsam today. Overwhelm the crowd and amaze everyone."

(End of this chapter)