Chapter 61: Do You Think You're Worthy?

All the way to Fu Siyue’s office, she raised her hand and knocked on the door.

Mu Yinyin didn’t say a word, nor did she intend to. At this hour, even if she remained silent, Fu Siyue would know it was her.

“Come in.”

The man’s voice was cold as ice.

Mu Yinyin paid it no mind, arching her brows as she pushed the door open and entered.

Unexpectedly, he wasn’t alone inside; sitting on the sofa was Nan Shiqing.

A flash of intense jealousy flickered in Nan Shiqing’s eyes. She had overheard Fu Siyue making a phone call just now—even though he was clearly unhappy, he still let Mu Yinyin in.

That Mu Yinyin!

She was too much!

One day, Nan Shiqing vowed she would take everything from Mu Yinyin and drive her out of this world.

She took a breath and called, a little weakly, “Sister…”

Just those two words, yet she managed to convey both anticipation and fear that Mu Yinyin would be angry.

Once, Mu Yinyin might have felt guilty toward her, but now…?

Mu Yinyin didn’t even glance at her, striding directly to Fu Siyue’s desk.

The man's icy gaze landed on her, but Mu Yinyin tossed the proposal in her hand onto his desk with careless ease.

“There’s no point in saying too much. Take a look first,” Mu Yinyin said calmly. “I trust that you, President Fu, have an eye for things.”

Fu Siyue was so angry he laughed.

“So you mean, if I reject your proposal, I don’t have any vision?”

“Hm…” Mu Yinyin nodded thoughtfully, “That’s about right.”

Just a few words, spoken with such effortless grace.

Nan Shiqing sat to the side, unable to control the envy, jealousy, and hatred in her eyes.

What on earth had happened to make Mu Yinyin change so much? Once, she wouldn’t dare even breathe in Fu Siyue’s presence; he had no interest in her whatsoever. But now—she was proud, noble, her wanton personality more vivid than ever, so much so that Nan Shiqing herself began to notice, feeling threatened by Mu Yinyin’s new demeanor.

Now, Nan Shiqing had no mind to pay attention to Fu Siyue; instead, she kept watching Mu Yinyin, unable to look away, hoping to see something on her face.

But…

She saw nothing, staring so intently she nearly bored a hole through Mu Yinyin’s face, but still, nothing.

There was a chair opposite Fu Siyue’s desk, and Mu Yinyin didn’t care whether he allowed it or not; she sat down directly across from him.

Seeing Fu Siyue’s expression grow darker and darker, with no intention of looking at the proposal, Mu Yinyin smiled lightly, “President Fu, now isn’t the time to sulk. I believe our future cooperation will be smooth—this is just the beginning. Even though we’re divorced, there’s no reason to become enemies, is there?”

Her voice sounded so… nonchalant, as if their divorce had made Fu Siyue a resentful husband.

Fu Siyue laughed again, angered. “Do you think you’re worthy?”

Mu Yinyin raised her brows, not the least bit angry, nodding freely. “Even better. We don’t need to be friends. As long as we’re not enemies, that’s perfect. Take a look at the proposal, won’t you?”

“Didn’t you hear what I just said clearly?” Fu Siyue’s voice was cold as steel.

Mu Yinyin was a little surprised, but her tone held not the slightest hint of sadness. “Oh, so you meant I’m unworthy in every respect.”

It seemed she had threatened Fu Siyue—if he didn’t let her up, she would do something to Nan Shiqing, so he had no choice but to let her in.

Mu Yinyin turned her gaze to Nan Shiqing, who sat tensely, watching and guarding against her. Mu Yinyin couldn’t help but laugh, and spoke to Fu Siyue again, “Since you’re protecting her, afraid I’ll do something to her, shouldn’t you look at the proposal? If you don’t, it’s not as though I must have you. But compared with the Lu Group, I simply think the Fu Group is a better fit.”

The Lu Group and Fu Group were equals, each with their own industries, but each specialized in certain fields.

And Mu Yinyin’s proposal happened to be the Fu Group’s forte. Watching Fu Siyue’s expression darken even more at the mention of the Lu Group, Mu Yinyin smiled faintly, “Working with the Lu Group would mean earning less than working with you. Are you sure you don’t want to look?”

From start to finish, Mu Yinyin didn’t behave like someone seeking cooperation. Her words seemed indifferent to Fu Siyue’s reactions, as if the two had never had any relationship before. Those three years of marriage seemed to have been wiped away entirely; they were now nothing to each other.

This feeling made Fu Siyue’s face grow even darker.

Had this woman always been pretending? Did she change so quickly, or had she always been wearing a mask?

Once she knew she couldn’t gain anything, she simply turned away and gave him up?

Fu Siyue clenched his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead.

Nan Shiqing noticed Fu Siyue was truly angry now, and panic rose in her heart.

Because she knew Fu Siyue’s anger wasn’t ordinary; it was because of Mu Yinyin’s current attitude. Would he… regret it?

Afraid Fu Siyue would continue thinking, Nan Shiqing hurried over to his side, placing her hands on his shoulders and massaging them. “Siyue, don’t be angry. This is just a business arrangement—if it works out, it’ll be good for everyone. Maybe, maybe Sister just doesn’t express herself well. Please, don’t take it to heart.”

As she spoke, Nan Shiqing glanced anxiously at Mu Yinyin, giving her a meaningful look. “Sister…”

Those two words, no more.

But she played her part to perfection.

In contrast, Nan Shiqing’s actions were considerate and mindful of the bigger picture. While Mu Yinyin, sharp and unyielding, cared nothing for others’ likes or feelings, appearing all the more ruthless.

Mu Yinyin curled her lips, watching Nan Shiqing’s hands kneading Fu Siyue’s shoulders, and said with a half-smile, “It seems President Fu isn’t someone with a cleanliness obsession after all.”

Once, she couldn’t even touch Fu Siyue; he had made it clear he found her repulsive.

His grandmother had said Fu Siyue suffered from severe mysophobia, and no one in the family dared touch him.

Yet now, Fu Siyue let Nan Shiqing touch him. The irony at the corners of Mu Yinyin’s lips grew deeper.

Apparently, Fu Siyue’s so-called cleanliness was merely his aversion to her, not a true phobia.

However…

She didn’t know that, at the very moment she spoke, Fu Siyue was about to tell Nan Shiqing to keep her distance.

But after Mu Yinyin’s remark, he suddenly refrained, only looking coldly at Mu Yinyin. “Do you really have no idea what’s going on?”