Chapter 1737: Clouds of the Past (1)

Chapter 1737: Clouds of the Past (1)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

As soon as Zhou Zimo said this, Lian Ziyao's face immediately tensed up—

"Master, don't worry, I won't! I'll definitely keep my mouth shut! I won't leak the news!"

"Good."

Only then did Zhou Zimo respond, slowly get up, and then toss the towel on him into the rattan chair. He then walked towards the side of the swimming pool.

With a 'plop' sound, his vigorous figure was already submerged by the splashing water, and there was a large gleaming reflection of the waves in sunlight in the pool.

Lian Ziyao subconsciously turned to look, and saw that Zhou Zimo was already swimming into the pool, causing countless splashes.

After about 10 minutes, Zhou Zimo came ashore with a wet body. Lian Ziyao very tacitly took a towel over, and Zhou Zimo quickly took it, then walked towards the villa.

"Master, Madam called just now and asked you not to forget about meeting Miss Ying today."

Lian Ziyao braced himself to finish his words.

As expected, Zhou Zimo immediately stopped walking and turned around. He glanced at him coldly and said, "Get rid of it!"

"But, Master, it's hard to explain to Madam..."

"I don't care what excuses you use, just get rid of them. I don't need to meet those infatuated fools. No need to tell me if this happens again, just get rid of the appointment right away."

Zhou Zimo said these words unhappily before he continued walking forward.

Lian Ziyao could not help but feel a headache incoming. He could only brace himself to be scolded by Liang Jing.

Master, can you stop being so willful? It is quite hard to be your subordinate.

Lian Ziyao had a mournful look on his face. He could only silently take out his phone from his pocket and cancel the appointment...

Zhou Zimo took a shower and changed into a clean set of clothes. When he went downstairs, Lian Ziyao had already settled the matter with a gloomy face.

"Has it been settled yet? Your expression looks terrible. Just say that I suddenly have a stomachache, vomiting and diarrhea, and I can't go over. Wouldn't that be fine?"

Zhou Zimo, on the other hand, calmly sat down on the sofa, leisurely smoking a cigarette.

"Master, that has been your excuse for nine out of 10 times," Lian Ziyao said rather helplessly.

"It works every time. Isn't that good? At worst, you can add a sentence at the end, that this isn't a good sign. How concise and clear is that? It's so simple that it can be directly settled."

"But, Master, on the Madam's end... we can't always be saying that, right?"

Lian Ziyao coughed lightly.

"Otherwise feel free to come up with any other excuse if you can think of it. Whatever it is, I'm not going."

Zhou Zimo shrugged and reached out to take a magazine from the side and started flipping through it.

"Master, you'll have to get through this sooner or later anyway. Why don't you just be straightforward? Evading it isn't a good way to settle this either. Miss Zhang might even come over this weekend, you..."

"Let them entertain the people they've provoked. It's none of my business. I'm not free this weekend."

At the mention of Zhang Yue, Zhou Zimo could not help but become impatient.

"Where are you going, Master?"

"You've become a spy sent by the family! I'm going out to sea, you can tell them."

As Zhou Zimo spoke, he closed the magazine in his hand, grabbed the car keys and phone, and walked out of the door.

...

Lian Ziyao's face fell innocently. He did not dare to ask any more questions.

The car sped along the wide road.

The sky outside had already fallen silent. Zhou Zimo glanced at his phone. He wanted to call someone, but he did not know who he could call.

Su Chen?

Save it. Ji Zitong was pregnant. Of course, he had to accompany her!

Qi Lei?

They were newlyweds in their honeymoon phase, so he had to stay home to accompany his wife.

Ah Mo?

He was far away in City B!

At this moment, Zhou Zimo felt an indescribable sense of melancholy and loneliness.

...

When Mu Yuchen received Zhou Zimo's call, he had just finished dinner and was playing with his son. When his phone vibrated, Mu Xiaocheng quickly waved his little arms and legs and walked over to help Mu Yuchen get his phone—

"Daddy... Phone call..."

The words were pretty clear. He looked less than two years old, but his facial features were oddly similar to his father, Mu Yuchen. They looked like a version of each other. Even his stern expression looked very much like Mu Yuchen's.

Mu Yuchen reached out and picked him up. He lowered his head and kissed his tender little face before taking the phone from his hand. However, the little guy's eyes were wide open. He did not move as he listened to his father talking on the phone.

"It's me."

Mu Yuchen picked up the phone very quickly.

Zhou Zimo's voice came from the other end—

"Chen, come out for a while, have two drinks with me. I don't have any money. Hurry over. I'm at a bar near Mei Sha Wan, I'll send you the address."

Zhou Zimo's voice replied very quickly.

When he heard this, Mu Yuchen frowned. "Why are you there?"

"For peace and quiet. Come over quickly, I'll send you the address right away."

On the other end, Zhou Zimo said this before hanging up as well.

Mu Yuchen's frown deepened. He thought about it for a moment before putting away his phone.

"Xiaye!"

When he called out for Xi Xiaye who was upstairs, Xi Xiaye quickly appeared.

"What is it?"

Xi Xiaye walked out of the room and stood by the railing on the second floor, looking at the father and son pair below.

When he heard this, Mu Yuchen looked up. Of course, Mu Xiaocheng also did the same in his arms. When he saw Xi Xiaye upstairs, the little guy even revealed a very friendly smile.

"Watch the son, I'm going out for a while."

"Going out? It's so late. Where are you going?"

Xi Xiaye asked curiously as she went downstairs as well.

"Something's not right with Zimo. I'll go over and take a look."

Mu Yuchen carried Mu Xiaocheng over.

When she said this, Xi Xiaye frowned slightly as she reached out to take Mu Xiaocheng. "Quickly go over and take a look then. I keep feeling that he hasn't been in the right mood lately. Did something happen?"

Xi Xiaye's eyes were filled with worry.

"It's fine. There are only a few things that he'd worry about. Go to bed early with your son. No need to wait on me."

Mu Yuchen walked over to get the car keys as he spoke.

"It's a little cold outside. Bring your coat."

Xi Xiaye carried her son out with Mu Yuchen's suit jacket in her hands.

"Daddy... Daddy..."

Mu Xiaocheng seemed to realize that his father was going out. At this moment, he reached out to Mu Yuchen for a hug.

Mu Yuchen lowered his head and kissed the little guy—

"Go upstairs with mommy to rest. Daddy will be back soon."

"Daddy..."

"Daddy will be back soon."

When Mu Yuchen said this, his tall figure also disappeared outside the door. Not long after, the sound of the car starting could be heard.