In the face of love, everyone was equal. No matter how strong a person was, they would still worry about gains and losses. They would also be afraid that what they had received in exchange for theirs wasnât true love. The more one loved someone, the more afraid they would be. This was because they couldnât bear to lose them or accept that she didnât love him.
The smarter a person was, the more afraid they would be. This was because they knew that love could not be forced. Love was love, and not love was not love.
If the person doesnât love you, no matter what you do, they wonât love you.
âItâs not like that, Hubby. I...â Mu Huan wanted to explain, but she didnât know how to do so. However, even if she didnât explain, she felt that Bo Junyan had misunderstood her!n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âDonât call me Hubby. Pack up and go home first,â Bo Junyan said in frustration as he withdrew his hand.
From the start, she was able to call him Hubby so sweetly, making him feel that there was a distance between them. Hence, he couldnât bear to hear her call him Hubby now, and he didnât want her to stay here any longer, lest he lost control and said something to hurt her.
Mu Huan: â...â
This was the second time he had told her not to call him Hubby. Did he really dislike her like this? Did he really not want to accept her calling him Hubby anymore?
This realization frightened her.
As she was afraid, she stopped grabbing his hand and stopped acting coquettishly.
She was afraid that without feelings, it would be useless no matter how much she acted coquettishly.
All she got in return was impatience.
It was just like how when her grandfather had just passed away and her grandma and father suddenly revealed their true colors. She would act coquettishly, throw a tantrum, and try to get their attention. She wanted her father to love her as much as he used to and her grandma to love her as much as before.
But it was useless.
Without love, no matter what one did, it was useless.
But even though she felt this way and knew it so deeply...
When Bo Junyan reached the door, she still ran down and pounced on him, hugging him from behind.
âHubby, donât treat me like this, alright? I know itâs all my fault. I shouldnât have hidden it from you. I shouldnât have lied to you. I was wrong! I was really wrong! Iâll never hide anything from you again! Please donât treat me like this. You make me so scared. Iâm so scared that you donât like me like this. Iâm really scared...
âDonât do this to me. Hug me and kiss me, alright...?â Mu Huan said what she was most afraid of. She had let go of all her dignity and pride to plead.
As long as he didnât do this to her, as long as he liked her, she could do anything.
Just as Bo Junyan was about to say something, the emergency ringtone in his office suddenly rang. This was an emergency equipment that PA Wang would activate only when there was an urgent matter.
Bo Junyan wanted to say, âBe good and go back first.â But he remembered that she didnât like him saying that she should be good. Hence, he said, âI have something urgent to deal with. You go back first.â
Without waiting for Mu Huan to say anything, he pushed her hand away and pushed the door open.
If he hugged and kissed her again, he wouldnât be able to leave.
Mu Huanâs influence on him was too great. When facing her, he couldnât control himself at all. But now, he had to control himself. This project was too important, and he couldnât delay it any longer.
Because Mu Huan would often plead pitifully with Bo Junyan and pretend to be pitiful to make his heart ache, coupled with the fact that Bo Junyanâs back was facing her and he didnât see her expression, he thought that this was her little ploy again.