His Beloved Treasure
Chapter 747 - 207 After the Wedding (1)_4

Chapter 747: 207 After the Wedding (1)_4

Zhuo Wen should pay a price for the trouble she’s caused for her and Mu Yichen.

Qin Mu knew Zhuo Wen’s fiancé wasn’t around, which is why she was even more confident in dealing with Zhuo Wen.

After entering, Qin Mu gently closed the door and then looked down to see a silver golf club standing upright in a long tube, and couldn’t help but let out a light chuckle.

Her eyes were calm yet ruthlessly resolute, her slender fingers casually picked up one club to hold in her palm, and then she walked inside.

Outside the door, Wang Yin anxiously waited with two attendants, taking deep breaths over and over again. She thought, Qin Mu might do something bad, but she couldn’t stop her.

That was because she saw Zhuo Wen enter Mu Yichen’s room, and when Qin Mu came to find her, she guessed the possible reason. Having experienced a similar situation with a mistress, she immediately agreed to Qin Mu’s request.

All that needed to be shut off had been, all that needed to be cleaned up had been, and all that needed to remain silent had.

They waited anxiously outside.

Zhuo Wen was packing up inside by herself when Qin Mu walked over and saw the bedroom door open.

Zhuo Wen thought it was her own fiancé, so she kept her head down as she packed, saying, "That woman Qin Mu is a lunatic; she actually took a knife to kill me. We can’t stay here anymore. Let’s go now."

Zhuo Wen tried to stuff clothes into her suitcase, unable even to calm down enough to fold them.

Zhuo Wen was agitated, and even a bit out of control, "If we don’t leave now, I’m afraid she’ll come looking for trouble. In Rongcheng, we can’t provoke her."

Standing at the doorway, gripping the golf club, Qin Mu watched Zhuo Wen’s pre-escape behavior and unconsciously licked her own lips, leaning against the door frame with the thought, so you know you can’t provoke me in Rongcheng? But it’s too late now that you realize it.

Qin Mu bit her lips as she scrutinized the woman in front of her, a woman beautiful enough to take one’s breath away, but a villainess nonetheless.

Qin Mu scoffed, her delicate gaze devoid of any warmth.

With no response, Zhuo Wen turned to look.

Then, she froze completely, "You, how could you...?"

"How could I come in?"

Qin Mu played with the golf club in her hand, glanced at Zhuo Wen casually, and then looked back at the club, her eyes devilishly as if she had touched poison.

"Is there anywhere in AM where I am not allowed to enter? Or did Miss Zhuo have a moment of stupidity despite being smart all her life?"

Qin Mu looked at her again and then tilted her head slightly.

Zhuo Wen, watching Qin Mu’s arrogant demeanor, felt her heartbeat quicken.

"What do you want?"

Zhuo Wen’s throat felt drier as she asked nervously.

"What can I do? Just venting for myself. I’ve found that Miss Zhuo’s face is quite round, seemingly full of collagen. If I were to strike it, it would probably feel quite comfortable," Qin Mu said, touching the bottom of the golf club.

"Don’t mess around, there are cameras here," Zhuo Wen said as she clutched her clothes and backed away slightly.

"If I were afraid, I wouldn’t have come here," Qin Mu said, then stood up straight and slowly walked towards Zhuo Wen step by step.

"I am about to return to Australia. Is there really a need to be so ruthless?"

Zhuo Wen frowned deeply, her face pale as paper.

"Leave now? Why not stay a few more days?"

As soon as Qin Mu finished speaking, the clothes fell from Zhuo Wen’s hands, and she just stared dumbly as Qin Mu suddenly raised the golf club.

"I hope you will stay a few more days!"

Qin Mu had never thought she was so accurate at golf, but apparently, hitting a face, she was dead on.

She felt the golf club hook under Zhuo Wen’s chin, and Zhuo Wen was sent flying onto the bed, then lay there motionless.

Qin Mu had measured her strength, but that stroke indeed was fast, accurate, and ruthless!

Indeed, it was beautiful!

The blow wasn’t lethal for Zhuo Wen, but after stirring up so much trouble in Rongcheng, Qin Mu had finally vented on her own behalf.

"A bitch will always be a bitch," Qin Mu tossed the club aside, watching the unconscious woman on the bed with cold eyes, her words very light, almost as if she were muttering to herself.

She couldn’t be bothered with Zhuo Wen, so she turned and indifferently walked out.

Her figure was upright; her heart was stubborn; she had never been so humiliated, not even when she was being schemed against by Yang Qianxi and the others had she ever felt so demoralized.

"It’s done!"

Qin Mu left the room, took a breath before showing a perfect smile to Wang Yin and the attendants waiting at the door, and said refreshingly.

"Are you okay?" Wang Yin asked with concern.

"I’m very good, just that she isn’t. Take her to the hospital, and whatever she says, stick to the story that she hurt herself playing around," Qin Mu ordered, nodding seriously. It wasn’t that she wasn’t nervous, but the rational part of her insisted on restraint.

She lowered her head, gripping the sides of her waist tightly with her hands, only then looking forward again, very close to their guest room.

"Yes!"

Wang Yin responded composedly.

In her heart, this was the real Qin Mu, with clear love and hate, daring to fight and kill.

Wang Yin remembered Qin Mu as she was when she first arrived in Rongcheng.

"Thank you for your hard work!" Qin Mu said as she walked past them towards the elevator, feeling extremely elated inside.

As she neared the elevator, Qin Mu suddenly turned around, walking backward she commented, "The guest room where Mr. Mu stayed, starting tonight, accommodate other guests."