Chapter 62: What Else Can You Instigate?

Mu Yinyin nodded quickly like a pecking chick. "I understand, I understand."

In Nan Shiqing's eyes, a mocking smile flickered—after all, Si Ye still cared more about her.

It was true, Si Ye did have a severe obsession with cleanliness, but he never rejected her touch.

Mu Yinyin must be green with envy!

At last, she could finally let out a breath and feel relieved for once.

But before she could dwell on it, Mu Yinyin spoke up, "Rest assured, in my eyes, you are now President Fu, the untouchable President Fu, no longer the husband I once longed for every day and night. So from now on, I won't entertain any improper thoughts about you, nor will I place any emotional demands on you. You needn't worry about Grandma’s side either."

Seeing Fu Siye’s expression grow darker, Mu Yinyin felt inexplicably puzzled. She had already made herself so clear—she wouldn’t cling to him anymore—so what was he still dissatisfied about?

Did he think she was playing some trick again?

Mu Yinyin sneered inwardly. If that was what he thought, there was nothing she could do. She looked at the man and continued, "So, President Fu, may I present the proposal?"

Nan Shiqing’s panic deepened.

How could Mu Yinyin now act so at ease, so unrestrained?

Fu Siye’s face grew even gloomier.

From start to finish, Mu Yinyin never once looked him in the eye, and her words carried an unyielding pressure.

Did she really think he would tolerate her forever?

His cold gaze landed squarely on Mu Yinyin’s face. "Mu Yinyin, what do you think your leverage is?"

Mu Yinyin curled her lips. "My leverage is this proposal. I guarantee it will move you. Since you don’t want to read it, I’ll explain it to you."

Nan Shiqing’s expression changed slightly.

How shameless could Mu Yinyin be!

Fu Siye rejected her again and again—did she not understand plain words?

"Get out—!"

Fu Siye’s patience seemed to have run dry.

But Mu Yinyin only smiled lightly and said, "In the western suburbs, there’s a piece of land that Starlight is bidding on. There, we could establish an institution unlike anything any other company has. Construction would take three months, after which business could begin immediately. In the first month, you’d recoup sixty percent of your investment; in the second, you’d start to see profits. As for doubling the numbers, I believe Xiao Qi has already told you about that."

Fu Siye’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Mu Yinyin smiled, leaning forward with both hands on the edge of his desk, utterly unfazed by his frosty gaze. "The details are all laid out in the proposal I’ve given you. I trust that, upon hearing ‘western suburbs,’ President Fu, you’ve already guessed what I intend to do. Fu Group could handle it alone, but with Starlight’s involvement, the pace will be quicker and the returns higher."

Watching Fu Siye’s indifferent eyes as though unmoved, Mu Yinyin curled her lips. "For the specifics, I think it’s best if you review the proposal yourself. I’ll give you two days. If you’re not satisfied, there’s no need to contact me again."

Nan Shiqing’s heart was in disarray.

Why was Mu Yinyin so confident, so blunt from the moment she walked in?

It was as if she was leading Fu Siye by the nose.

How remarkable must her proposal be for her to have such confidence?

Before she could process it further, Mu Yinyin was already heading toward the door, clearly intent on leaving.

Throughout it all, she seemed to feel no attachment to Fu Siye whatsoever.

Was it truly possible, after loving him for three years and giving so much, to simply let go at a word?

Mu Yinyin was never one with a heart of stone; if anything, she was indecisive. Wasn’t this game of playing hard to get going a little too far?

Even she herself wouldn’t dare use such tactics, especially with divorce papers already in play. What on earth was Mu Yinyin scheming?

But then...

Just as Mu Yinyin reached the door, she suddenly stopped.

A trace of mockery flashed in Nan Shiqing’s eyes—surely Mu Yinyin was up to something! Otherwise, why stop deliberately at the door? It must be because Fu Siye didn’t call her back, so she could no longer keep up the act!

Yet...

Reality would prove her utterly wrong.

Mu Yinyin turned, looking at Fu Siye with a faint, mocking gaze. "By the way, on the day of Madam Lu’s birthday banquet, I made it clear: anyone cooperating with Starlight cannot cooperate with the Mu Corporation. If President Fu is interested in this proposal, please remember that agreement."

Agreement!

Nan Shiqing’s face grew even paler.

"Sister... why do you dislike us so much? After all, the Mu Corporation is Uncle Mu’s legacy, your father’s company... how could you even..."

Before she could finish, Mu Yinyin turned a cold gaze on her. "If you had even a shred of sense, you wouldn’t say such things. Do you think you can sow discord here, in front of Fu Siye?"

"Mu Yinyin," Fu Siye spoke, his voice low and deliberate.

But Mu Yinyin merely glanced at him, her lips curling in a half-smile. "Do as you see fit."

With that, Mu Yinyin no longer spared them a glance. She opened the door and walked out.

Soon, only the two of them remained in the room. Mu Yinyin even thoughtfully closed the door behind her.

Nan Shiqing’s face was ashen, her hand still resting on Fu Siye’s shoulder.

But she had stopped her massage.

She spoke in a flustered voice, "Si Ye, my sister, she..."

Fu Siye’s brow furrowed, clear impatience flickering in his eyes.

"Go rest on the sofa," he said. Obviously, he didn’t wish to speak to Nan Shiqing.

Nan Shiqing’s expression shifted. She immediately looked up at Fu Siye. "Si Ye, are you... beginning to dislike me, just like her?"

As she spoke, she took two steps back, as if afraid to get any closer, fearing that more intimacy would only lead to more rejection. Her face was bloodless, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

Fu Siye frowned slightly but finally spoke with restrained patience. "Don’t let your imagination run wild."

"Really?" Nan Shiqing looked at him anxiously.

She dared not meet his gaze, glancing up only briefly before lowering her head again, biting her lip as if struggling not to cry. Somehow, the sight left Fu Siye even more irritable.

At this moment, the contrast between Nan Shiqing and Mu Yinyin was stark.

One aloof and regal, the other delicate and frail, barely standing.

Fu Siye raised a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, his voice deep. "I still have a lot to take care of. I’ll have someone take you home to rest. Don’t stay here with me all night."

Nan Shiqing let out a desolate laugh. "Alright... I won’t disturb you. I’ll go back on my own. Si Ye, take care."

"Mm," Fu Siye replied indifferently, already pulling out his phone to message Mu Teng.

Nan Shiqing: "!!!"

She had been pretending just now, hoping to win his sympathy, yet—had Fu Siye not noticed, or did he simply not care—he was really going to let her leave just like that?!