Chapter 2560 - 364

Chapter 2560: Chapter 364

Imperial Capital Hospital.

Beside the pavilion on the first floor.

Qin Mu stood in front of Old Master Ye, listening to him express his apologies to the Mo family.

He said quietly, "The past is in the past. Mo Xiuchen and Ranran are forgiving people. They only want Momo to be happy. Everything else doesn’t matter much to them. You don’t need to blame yourself any longer."

"Ah Mu, have you seen Shi Dongliang and Shi Dongping later on?"

With a change of topic, Old Master Ye asked Qin Mu.

At that time, he was in a coma, unaware of what was happening.

Mentioning those two people, Qin Mu’s expression changed slightly. Even after all these years, his heart could not find peace.

"I’ve seen them. Shi Dongping admitted personally that he caused An Lin’s death."

He remembers forever Shi Dongping’s arrogant smile when he said, "Qin Mu, if I didn’t tell you, you would never know how An Lin died."

Qin Mu gave Shi Dongping a severe beating.

Beaten nearly to death, lying on the ground unable to get up, he then revealed the truth, saying he suspected An Lin had discovered his and Sun Guotao’s secret.

Suspected?

Qin Mu was so furious his face turned white.

Sneaky bastard Shi Dongliang, he only suspected.

Leaving the hospital, Qin Mu did not go home, but instead went to the old street in the Imperial City, to an old café, ordering two cups of coffee for himself, sitting by the window, carefully adding sugar to the coffee on the opposite side and stirring.

Not far behind the counter, the proprietress was long accustomed to Qin Mu’s behavior, merely shaking her head lightly. Nowadays, such a devoted man is almost extinct.

Here lies Qin Mu and An Lin’s youthful memories.

After they got married, every time they returned to the Imperial City, An Lin would drag him here for coffee. When she was in a good mood, she would tell him how she used to adore him.

Qin Mu listened to An Lin talk about their youthful stories, many of which he no longer remembered.

It wasn’t because of a poor memory, but because he had never been infatuated with An Lin back then, so he didn’t remember. An Lin, because she liked him, remembered everything they did together.

But now, as he swallowed the bitterness of the coffee, he remembered the first words she had spoken all those years, every single word, and even her expressions and tone, he remembered them clearly.

With head lowered, his gaze fell upon the empty seat opposite him.

He curved his lips into a slight smile, "An Lin, it’s been a long time since you’ve come back, a long time since you’ve had coffee here. Don’t you want to try how it tastes?"

"Time flies, it’s been so many years since you left, and I’ve been having coffee alone so many times."

Staring intently at the empty seat, her voice either gentle or bright flickered through his ears from a distant time and space, "Ah Mu, let’s come here for coffee every time we return, okay?"

"Every time we come?"

"Yes, I like it here. I like the coffee here, I like being here with you in our private world."

"Anywhere we are, it’s a private world, since that kid Ziyi snatched Qingqing away. It’s hard for us not to have a private world."

"It’s different. Anyway, I just like it here. I’ll secretly tell you, it was here that I fell for you, and you mustn’t tell anyone else."

Unknowingly, one cup of coffee was gone.

In Qin Mu’s eyes lay emotions that were difficult to calm. He reached out and took a sip from An Lin’s coffee that hadn’t been drunk yet, his lips curving into a warm arc.

"An Lin, you are still the clever one, knowing to add more sugar. It seems not as bitter."

Putting down the coffee, he lifted his eyes to look out the glass window. Suddenly, his expression changed dramatically as he stood up, running out of the café without paying.

"Hey... sir..."

The new waitress, not knowing Qin Mu, saw him run off without paying and called out anxiously.

"Little Lin, don’t call. Mr. Qin won’t run off without paying."

The proprietress raised her head to stop the waitress, also glancing curiously toward the door, only seeing Qin Mu’s disappearing figure at the entrance.

Nothing was different.

Qin Mu chased out of the café, shouting urgently, "An Lin."

The woman ahead turned her head, and his excitement instantly turned into dead ash.

It wasn’t his An Lin.

Even though the woman’s dress, hairstyle, and figure were like An Lin, just now he glimpsed the side and thought...

His lips curled into a bitter smile, standing alone on the dusk street, surrounded by solitude, bleak.

The phone rang, yet he was entirely oblivious.

After a long while, he turned back to the café, paid the bill, and the phone rang again.

Qin Mu then answered the call, "Hello, Mo Xiuchen."

"Ah Mu, why didn’t you answer the phone just now?"

"I didn’t hear it just now. Aren’t you with your Ranran? Why are you calling me?" Qin Mu teased with a smile, with no trace of the previous melancholy, missing, and sadness in his tone.

"Ah Mu, when are you coming back?"

"Miss me?"

"Yeah, Ah Feng has gone for a good time, you’ve returned to the Imperial City, and we’re one short for mahjong. We miss you to come back and lose money."

"Get lost, then I won’t come back."

"Ye Zhan’s father and grandfather are coming to G City over the weekend. Come back with them."

"I’ll see then."

After hanging up, Wen Ran asked Mo Xiuchen, "Xiuchen, will Ah Mu come back?"

"Not sure, he might stay in the Imperial City a few more days to accompany the elder ones," Mo Xiuchen answered with a smile.