C22 Chung Sen Came Back

Jun's Group.

Ye Junhao was a paragon of efficiency today.

His mood was delightful, and a smile would occasionally grace his lips.

This unexpected cheerfulness took the entire company by surprise, and even his old classmate and uncle, Mu Zhiyuan, watched him curiously for quite some time.

"Jun Hao, you look like you've struck gold with all that chuckling."

Ye Junhao offered a light smile. "I'm not in need of money. A mountain of gold doesn't hold much allure for me."

He set aside his pen and gazed at Mu Zhiyuan, who was sitting across from him with Mu in his arms. His eyes sparkled with tenderness as he volunteered an explanation, "Chuchen, after her leap into the river... she had an epiphany. She said she wants to make a real go of it with me."

Mu Zhiyuan's face was a tapestry of emotions.

After his mother passed away, his father remarried, choosing an old flame who had been his affair for twenty years, and even brought home a half-sister just three years Chuchen's junior.

Mu Zhiyuan resented his father, despised his stepmother, and came to see Chuchen as his sole kin.

But since Chuchen's marriage to Ye Junhao, the siblings had slowly turned into adversaries, and Zhiyuan's most cherished love had been forced to leave him because of his sister.

Mu Zhiyuan was genuinely fearful of his sister's self-destructive tendencies.

"Has she truly come to her senses?"

He was skeptical that his sister could have such a turnaround.

Ye Junhao's gaze was intense. "Whether it's true or not, I'm not letting go. Last night, our marriage thawed from its icy state."

He had savored victory.

Indulging in a sumptuous feast.

"So, this is why you're in such high spirits and working at top speed today?"

Ye Junhao conceded, "Zhiyuan, you're aware of my deep affection for Chuchen."

"Chung Sen has returned."

Mu Zhiyuan dropped this bombshell out of nowhere.

Ye Junhao's complexion darkened at an observable pace.

"Chuchen's love for Chung Sen is as vast as the sea. Now that Chung Sen is back... Jun Hao, if she reverts to her old ways, it might be best for you two to part ways. Forcing a bond benefits no one."

Watching his sister inflict such turmoil on his old friend, Mu Zhiyuan couldn't help but feel it was an injustice to his friend.

Ye Junhao's gaze was icy as he declared with authority, "My woman is mine alone. Unless I release her, no one can snatch her away!" Anyone who dared try would face his wrath.

Mu Chuchen had deliberately enticed him, and there was no way he could let her go now.

The office phone rang with a persistent chime.

Ye Junhao hit the speaker button.

"President, the First Lady is here. She wishes to see you."

A crack appeared in Ye Junhao's otherwise stoic expression. "Send her up," he instructed.

After the call, Ye Junhao turned to Mu Zhiyuan, "Chuchen has arrived. It's been quite some time since you siblings last met. Let's all have dinner together later."

Mu Zhiyuan's expression was frosty.

Looking down at his adorable nephew, the little boy looked up with his striking face, his large, dark eyes twinkling like stars. In a sweet, childlike voice, he called out, "Uncle."

Mu Zhiyuan's heart softened instantly.

He affectionately ruffled his nephew's hair and agreed with Ye Junhao, "Alright."

Minutes later, Mu Chuchen entered, cradling a large bouquet of roses.

"Jun Hao," she greeted with a smile.

Upon seeing her brother, her smile momentarily stiffened. Memories of her brother's unforgiving stance until her death in her past life flooded back, filled with remorse. She nearly let tears escape again.

Shaking off the urge to cry, Mu Chuchen forced a smile. She had to start anew.

"Brother, you're here too."

Mu Zhiyuan remained silent, his face set in a hard line, lips pressed tightly together.

Mu Chuchen's smile wavered, but she quickly recovered, casually approaching with the flowers. She presented the bouquet to Ye Junhao, her smile sweet, her voice playful, "Hubby, I've brought you flowers. May they brighten your mood and make your days as lovely as these blooms."