[942] Mu Lingqian, you forced me to do all this.

Wen Xiangyang snapped back into reality from the burn and realized what Mu Lingqian meant by 'Is it okay?'

She had never done such a thing in public before.

Mu Lingqian had never treated her like this outsides; her heart was racing so fast it felt like it would jump out.

"Xiangyang..." Mu Lingqian called out again.

Wen Xiangyang could feel Mu Lingqian's discomfort; she gritted her teeth and hugged him, thinking if it had to be, then let it be—what was there to fear with her own man?

All the car windows were rolled up, creating a sealed-off space.

No one could hear what was happening inside, and no one could see, either. Each of the Mu family's servants was no ordinary person, but even so, they calmly went about their own business.

An hour later, Wen Xiangyang, drenched in sweat, pushed Mu Lingqian away and meekly cried out, "Mu... Young Master Mu, no... no more..."