Quick Wear: The soft cannon fodder turns into a heartthrob and seduce

"Harassment?"

Qin Zhan showed no intention of providing Lin Juan with an answer.

He didn't want to get entangled with these people any longer and planned to let his lawyer handle the aftermath, but Mu Zhou stopped him.

She tugged at his sleeve and gently shook her head:

"Brother, I'd like to say a few words to Sister Lin Juan."

Qin Zhan's expression was not good. Even though he strongly disagreed, he still nodded.

He stood guard protectively beside Mu Zhou.

Xu Le, finally catching his breath on the ground, hurriedly pulled Lin Juan along:

"Juanjuan, don't listen to this vixen's wild accusations! She's trying to seduce me, and now she's trying to smear me!"

Before Mu Zhou could react, Qin Zhan stepped forward and kicked him again.

With a loud "Aow!", another scream rang out.

Xu Le was curled up in pain on the ground, but Qin Zhan casually straightened his suit jacket and didn't even glance at him.

He returned to Mu Zhou's side.

The chilling atmosphere instilled fear in Lin Juan, who glared at him with anger but dared not speak out.

Mu Zhou, fearing he might strike again, took his arm.

"Brother, this isn't my fault. Please don't do anything. I'm afraid it will implicate you."

"No, don't worry."

Qin Zhan patted the back of her hand, which was resting on his forearm, and gently comforted her.

Ignoring Xu Le's howls, Mu Zhou looked at Lin Juan:

Do you trust your boyfriend? Do you think I would seduce him?

Lin Juan opened her mouth.

When she first heard about this from Xu Le, she was instinctively very angry.

But as soon as she regained her senses, she noticed something was wrong.

Would a young and beautiful female college student like Mu Zhou like her boyfriend?

Although her boyfriend is not bad-looking, Mu Zhou is too good-looking, so she must have no shortage of suitors.

But Xu Le was so confident that she couldn't quite tell the difference.

Or rather, she didn't dare to investigate too deeply.

She and Xu Le have been together for over ten years and are about to get married.

How many decades does she have left?

She had no choice but to believe him and then hate Mu Zhou.

But now, with Mu Zhou asking her this, she simply couldn't bring herself to say anything defamatory.

Mu Zhou noticed the struggle in her eyes, took out his phone, and opened the video he had just recorded.

[I just wanted to get to know you. Actually, I think we get along quite well, it's just that Lin Juan is too jealous and always tries to stop me from talking to you.]

Lin Juan is far too jealous...

A clear voice came from the phone, and Xu Le's wailing stopped instantly, his heart leaping into his throat.

Lin Juan's face also lost all color.

She shook her head and looked at Mu Zhou:

"I... I didn't say those things..."

How could she possibly say such vicious things?

"I know."

Mu Zhou's voice was calm.

She knew perfectly well that Lin Juan was not that kind of person.

Therefore, he was willing to help her see through this scumbag.

As for whether she still wants to be with him after finding out, that's her business.

Lin Juan looked at Xu Le with disappointment.

When did the boy she had loved for over a decade change like this?

Qin Zhan stepped forward and put his arm around Mu Zhou's shoulder at the opportune moment:

"Let's go."

"Ah."

Mu Zhou didn't pack much before leaving the shared apartment with Qin Zhan.

The car drove along and stopped in a high-end residential area.

This is not the Qin family residence where Mu Zhou used to live, but Qin Zhan's residence.

"The guest rooms are cleaned every day, so you can move in right away. This is the room you'll stay in."

He led Mu Zhou to the room next to his and opened the door.

Although it's called a guest room, its size and layout are no different from the master bedroom.

"You'll be living here from now on."

He made all the arrangements directly.

"rest early."

As he turned to leave, Mu Zhou suddenly grabbed his sleeve and hugged him from behind.

Her face was pressed against his back, her voice full of affection:

"Brother, you are so kind."

Qin Zhan froze.

He could sense that her embrace was devoid of any extraneous emotions, only pure gratitude and dependence.

With her hands hanging at her sides, Qin Zhan slowly clenched them, and closed her eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, a hint of madness still lingered in them.

He placed his large hand over Mu Zhou's hand and slowly but firmly pulled it away.

He turned around to face her.

Qin Zhan did not let go of her hand; instead, he held it tightly in his palm.

"Mu Zhou, I am not your brother."

His low, husky voice and his dark eyes conveyed a peculiar signal.

He seemed to suddenly become powerful, his predatory intent striking directly at Mu Zhou's heart.

Mu Zhou's heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively wanted to run away, but Qin Zhan did not let go.

He held her small hand tightly, even more firmly.

Mu Zhou instinctively called out "Brother," but he calmly corrected her.

“You and I are not related by blood. You’ve known that since you were little.”

As if something was about to burst forth, Mu Zhou instinctively resisted.

She forced a smile.

"I understand. From now on, I won't call you 'brother'."

Qin Zhan gazed at her intently for a moment, then sighed and released her hand.

"rest early."

He gently stroked her hair with his large hand, and finally left.

Mu Zhou quickly closed the door behind him, as if afraid he would go back.

Qin Zhan gave a wry smile and curled her lips slightly.

He didn't want to give her a second shock at this moment.

But he didn't want to hear the word "brother" from her again.

Of course, there are exceptions in certain special circumstances.

But now, he should let her know that they are not siblings.

He is a man.

*

The next morning, Mu Zhou seemed to have completely forgotten about what happened the day before.

At the dining table, she and Qin Zhan sat facing each other, eating without the slightest unease or awkwardness on her face.

Qin Zhan felt somewhat helpless, but it was also within his expectations.

She ate one small wonton after another, not even wanting to leave a drop of the soup.

Qin Zhan put down his coffee cup, his gaze lingering on her.

She was raised by the Qin family; her table manners were elegant, and her movements were slow and deliberate.

But Qin Zhan found the food exceptionally delicious.

It was as if those wontons were some rare delicacy.

Qin Zhan is used to eating Western-style breakfasts: a slice of toast, a fried egg, and a cup of coffee.

Seeing Mu Zhou like this, he asked the kitchen to serve him a bowl as well.

Upon seeing this, Mu Zhou's eyes lit up:

“Brother…” she immediately fell silent and changed her words, “President Qin, the wontons are delicious.”

Qin Zhan glanced at her, scooped up a spoonful, blew on it lightly, and corrected her:

"Outside of work, you are not allowed to call me 'President Qin'."

Mu Zhou pouted, offering a small complaint:

"You're not allowed to call me 'brother' or 'President Qin,' so what should I call you? I'll just call you by your name."

She said it in a fit of pique.

Qin Zhan replied:

"can."

Now it was Mu Zhou's turn to be shocked.

"How can that be? You're several years older than me."

"From now on, just call me by my name."

After Qin Zhan finished speaking, he ate the wonton.

The wonton filling is juicy and fresh, and the skin is thin and smooth. It is not greasy at all, but rather very appetizing.

He couldn't resist eating another one.

Mu Zhou's attention was also diverted from the form of address, and she stared at him with bright eyes:

"Is it delicious?"

"Yes, Not Bad."

Mu Zhou picked up the spoon with satisfaction:

"Then I want to eat wontons again tomorrow."

Qin Zhan smiled and said:

"Okay, tell Auntie what you want to eat next time, and she'll make it for you."