Chapter 352: His love for beauty but not his career
Mu Yunfeng had wanted to ask Mo Boyuan to go out for dinner initially. But when he entered the room, Mo Boyuan was sitting in silence, his mind elsewhere.
“Eh, what a rare sight! What was it that could make you look so disturbed?” It was nearly impossible—in the eyes of Mu Yunfeng, he was definitely a G.o.d-like existence.
“What’s the matter?”
“Didn’t you know the time? It’s late. Do you wanna get dinner?”
After Mu Yunfeng’s reminder, Mo Boyuan had looked at the time—it was already 6.30 p.m., and he was slightly surprised. Then, he nodded at Mu Yunfeng. “Let’s go.”
Usually, the two would only contact each other on the phone. All Mo Boyuan and Mu Yunfeng talked about was work. The last time they had dinner together was probably a year ago.
After one whole afternoon, Mo Boyuan’s initial plan had been finalized. His agreement to have dinner with Mu Yunfeng was not only to catch up with an old friend, but he also had something important to discuss with him.
Both of them weren’t picky eaters. They had chosen a western restaurant that Mu Yunfeng frequented. It was not far from the office, only a five-minute drive.
“Brother Mo, would you like a bottle of wine?”
“No, I still have some unfinished business.”
What else was there to do at this hour? Mu Yunfeng had thought. “By the way, that person in the morning—is she really my sister-in-law?”
Heh. Mo Boyuan immediately rolled his eyes.
Mu Yunfeng coughed awkwardly. “When did you get married? When I saw the entertainment news, I had thought it was the media spreading rumors again.”
Once the media exposes something, they wouldn’t keep their mouths shut. And it would end up muddying the waters.
Nevertheless, what sane person would attempt such an ignorant act in digging their own graves by defaming and spreading the rumors of a tyc.o.o.n’s son?
“Five years ago.”
Gee. Mu Yunfeng took in deep breaths of cold air. “Five years ago? Are you serious? That time… wasn’t it—”
Mo Boyuan nodded. “It was indeed that time.” He confirmed his suspicion.
Mu Yunfeng clicked his tongue. “Did you actually choose beauty over your career, Brother Mo?”
It was the most problematic for J.M.M. five years ago, but it was also the highlight of J.M.M., which they’d become the top of their industry in the world. Afterward, the two of them hadn’t brought along this topic since. It was built in their nature that men weren’t gossipy.
As dinner ended, they didn’t forget their real purpose here, and they’d had their discussions.
At this instance, Mu Yunfeng’s phone rang.
“h.e.l.lo.”
Mo Boyuan couldn’t hear the other side of the phone.
“D*mn it, Guan. You’re back?” he paused, “okay, okay, okay—I got it. Wait there. I’ll be right over.”
And the call ended.
“Brother Mo, did you ask Guan to come back early?”
Of course, it was him—without his permission, Guan Tezhu wouldn’t have acted on his own and flown back.
“He’s at the airport. He said his wallet and phone had been stolen. He had to borrow someone else’s phone, and he asked me to pick him up.”
Dang, how should he phrase it—was Guan Tezhu down on his luck, or was he just careless? Mo Boyuan’s eyes twitched a little when he heard that. “Go pick him up.”
…
After Mu Yunfeng drove off, Mo Boyuan had gotten into his car and instructed the driver, “Head to XX Psychiatric Hospital.”
The driver was one of Mo Boyuan’s personal bodyguards. And as he heard his boss’ instructions, he said, “Shall I call up a few more men, Boss?”
He’d thought if his boss had wanted to visit someplace so dangerous, they’d need a few more people.
But he was rejected by Mo Boyuan. “There’s no need. I’m just there to ask some questions.”
Since his boss had already said so, the bodyguard had acknowledged his orders. He started the engine and left.
XX Psychiatric Hospital was in the suburbs. It wasn’t close, and it took a full forty minutes to drive there. If it wasn’t for rush hour, it would have taken only thirty.
Mo Boyuan’s arrival wasn’t known by many people. He had only informed the director. It wasn’t simple for the ordinaries to access such a place. Yet thanks to the director, it would be a piece of cake. Since Mo Boyuan had requested to meet Shen Peiyi alone, the mental hospital had to be informed earlier to make arrangements in advance.