Trotsky, who had fainted from anger, was eventually rushed to the hospital by his team.
As for Mu Jinyu, she had no good feelings about him and knew he wasn't in any real danger. Naturally, she didn't lift a finger to help him.
Stepping out of the western restaurant and watching the ambulance drive away, Mu Jinyu curled her lip and muttered, "Tch, inviting me to dinner and then playing dead to skip out on the bill."
Gu Xiyan, at a loss for words, said, "It was clearly you who angered him into sickness, okay?"
"Me, anger him? He's the one who insisted on being stubborn. That's hardly my fault," Mu Jinyu retorted with dissatisfaction.
Gu Xiyan, upon hearing this and recalling Trotsky's comically frantic and then fainting figure, couldn't help but reveal a faint smile.
The smile was fleeting, and Gu Xiyan quickly resumed her serious tone, "By the way, speaking of your Divine Silkworm and Divine Silkworm Silk, how much do you still have?"
Mu Jinyu glanced at her with wary eyes, then looked away and said dispassionately, "Didn't I make it clear just now? I've long since run out."
Gu Xiyan snorted, pulled a face at him, and said with disdain, "Do you think I'd believe your nonsense? You say you've eaten fried Divine Silkworm Oil and thrown away Divine Silkworm Silk Scarves after wiping your butt with them. If that were true, wouldn't a miser like you feel heartbroken? Who are you trying to fool?"
"Wow, it sounds like you really have me all figured out, huh?" Mu Jinyu exclaimed dramatically.
Gu Xiyan's pretty face flushed, and she spat, "Figured out your big head, ghost! It just means it's too easy to see through a miser like you. And Trotsky was only angered by you because he didn't know you were spouting nonsense."
Mu Jinyu just smiled lightly without offering any retort.
Gu Xiyan wasn't a fool; now that she had seen through him, there was no point in him continuing to lie.
And as for Trotsky's attempt to deceive him, thinking back on it, it seemed utterly laughable.
He wasn't foolish. Knowing full well that the Divine Silkworms he used to raise were quite valuable, there was no way he would ever sell them to Trotsky at a low price. So, his earlier claims about eating fried Divine Silkworm Oil and discarding Silk Handkerchiefs after using them were all just bluffs meant to hoodwink him...
It was funny that Trotsky actually got so worked up over it that he became sick. It was truly amusing.
"Hey, come on, tell me, how many Silkworm Silks do you really have on hand? I want to buy some," Gu Xiyan urged, asking him.
Mu Jinyu glanced at her and inquired, "Not much left, and why do you want to buy them?"
Gu Xiyan's pretty face blushed faintly as she bit her lip, hesitating for a while before finally mustering the courage to whisper softly, "To make some personal clothing..."
If Mu Jinyu's hearing hadn't been so good, he probably wouldn't have caught her mosquito-like voice.
"Make clothes? Personal clothing?!" Mu Jinyu repeated, as if he'd suddenly had an epiphany, and looking at Gu Xiyan with a teasing gaze, he joked, "Underwear is underwear, why call it personal clothing? Besides, didn't I already give you a pair of my boxers? What do you need a bicycle for?!"
"Go to hell!" Gu Xiyan grew furious with embarrassment, her face flushed completely with annoyance. She punched Mu Jinyu with her little fists vehemently, and said sternly, "How do you expect me to wear your boxers, you pervert?!"
Gu Xiyan's interest had been piqued because Trotsky had made such a fuss over the marvelous effects and wonders of Mu Jinyu's Divine Silkworm Silk boxer shorts. So, upon suspecting that Mu Jinyu might still have quite a bit of Silkworm Silk at hand, she had formed some ideas.
But how could Gu Xiyan wear the boxer briefs that Mu Jinyu threw away, the ones Trotsky sniffed? Even if Mu Jinyu hadn't worn these boxer briefs and Trotsky hadn't taken a close sniff, they were still men's boxer briefs!
Mu Jinyu, somewhat annoyed by Gu Xiyan's little fists pummeling him, grabbed her wrist and said irritably, "Fine, fine, I'll bring you back some Silkworm Silk next time I go home. We're old flames after all, I'll give you a friendly price, just like the one Trotsky offered, one million yuan per liang, how about that? I'm looking out for you, aren't I?!"
Gu Xiyan's face turned slightly red, she struggled hard, and broke free from Mu Jinyu's grip, protesting angrily, "Looking out for me, my foot! And for the record, who's your old flame? Quit spouting nonsense from now on!"
"Alright, alright, no public displays of affection, please; I'm having an overdose of dog food here."
Yu Linglong stepped in to smooth things over and then, with a sly smile, turned to Mu Jinyu and said, "Little Mu, you don't need to go out of your way for us. Just sell it as you would, we'll buy if we can afford it, but if not, so be it."
Mu Jinyu smiled faintly, stating nonchalantly, "Since you've said as much, how could I possibly raise the price?"
"Haha…" Yu Linglong covered her mouth and snickered.
Gu Xiyan listened on the side, feeling increasingly irritated. She was about to retort when Yu Linglong joked about them flirting, but before she could speak, she saw Mu Jinyu and Yu Linglong chatting away, which immediately soured her mood.
"Enough, Linglong, don't waste your breath on him. It doesn't matter what price he sets; it's getting late, and we need to hurry back to the office to deal with some matters."
Without glancing at Mu Jinyu, Gu Xiyan took an envelope from her bag and tossed it back to him as she spoke, "This is what we agreed upon yesterday, one hundred thousand yuan for meeting with Trotsky."
Catching the envelope, Mu Jinyu weighed it in his hand and casually remarked, "Hmm, cash on delivery. So, does that settle all the bad karma between us?"
Gu Xiyan ignored him, dragging a helpless-looking Yu Linglong away.
"What kind of person is this? She kicks me to the curb after I finish the job for her?!"
Mu Jinyu looked at the retreating figures of the two women, frowning slightly in dissatisfaction.
He was unaware that Gu Xiyan had been holding a grudge all day because he hadn't accepted her friend request, yet had instantly asked to add Yu Linglong on WeChat like a fawning dog.
His recent affable behavior towards Yu Linglong had reignited the jealousy Gu Xiyan had tried to suppress, making her unfriendly toward him again.
Oblivious to all this, Mu Jinyu just found Gu Xiyan baffling; he helped her out, and now she wanted to kick him to the curb right away. He thought it might be wise to minimize contact with her in the future.
Shaking his head slightly, Mu Jinyu also prepared to leave. Then, he watched as Gu Xiyan's car sped away into the distance.
That's when he remembered...
Dammit, they had brought him here, and now they just left him behind. Did that mean he would have to call a taxi again?
Crap, next time he encountered Gu Xiyan, he was definitely going to make her reimburse him for the taxi fare!
Mu Jinyu clenched his teeth in frustration.