After sending Su Ruiyi back to the Su family mansion, Ou Yunchen's car drove away. He decided to go back to Athena.
As soon as his car entered Athena's parking lot, he saw a white BMW X6 parked at the entrance.
No guests should have arrived at this hour. The BMW stopped, and the man in the driver's seat got out first, then opened the door for the passenger. The woman getting out was actually Mo Qingyun!!!
Ou Yunchen observed from the side with curiosity. Mo Qingyun was dressed formally, in an A-line skirt that reached just below her knees and a white shirt, making her look like a professional white-collar worker. However, such an outfit didn't seem like something the mute girl he remembered would wear.
Ou Yunchen saw the man say something to Mo Qingyun. Mo Qingyun looked very happy, nodding repeatedly. Then, the man took out a card from his pocket and handed it to her. Mo Qingyun accepted it with both hands, nodded her thanks, and the man smiled in satisfaction before getting into his car.
Only after the BMW had driven far away did Mo Qingyun stop watching it leave.
Ou Yunchen, who had seen everything, let out a cold, dismissive laugh. He walked up to Mo Qingyun and deliberately bumped into her. Although he didn't use much force, it still made Mo Qingyun, who hadn't recovered her senses, stumble a step to the side.
After regaining her balance, Mo Qingyun looked up and glared at Ou Yunchen. Ou Yunchen looked down at her condescendingly. He snorted and started to walk away, but Mo Qingyun quickly grabbed his arm and yanked him back forcefully.
"What do you want!" Ou Yunchen snapped.
Ou Yunchen's foul temper made Mo Qingyun even angrier. She took out a pen and paper and wrote, "You bumped into me first."
"A good dog doesn't block the way, haven't you heard?" Ou Yunchen retorted.
Mo Qingyun wrote again, "Who are you calling a dog!"
Ou Yunchen scrutinized Mo Qingyun from head to toe. Mo Qingyun deliberately straightened her back, determined to match Ou Yunchen's gaze.
"Dressed like this, did you come to the wrong place?" Ou Yunchen asked.
Mo Qingyun didn't quite understand and wrote, "What do you mean?"
Ou Yunchen seemed uninterested in engaging with her. He was convinced that this girl would do anything for money, and that the card the man had given her was definitely a bank card or something similar. The more he looked, the more certain he became.
Mo Qingyun tugged at Ou Yunchen again, writing furiously, "Explain yourself!"
Ou Yunchen glanced at it. "Explain what? You know exactly what kind of person you are!"
With that, Ou Yunchen shook off Mo Qingyun's hand and walked into the bar without looking back, leaving Mo Qingyun standing there, bewildered and furious. Even though she couldn't make a sound, she was so angry that she wanted to throw her pen and notebook at Ou Yunchen's back, but he dodged them all.
"Brother Yunchen, you're here," a waiter said.
"Brother Yunchen, has your injury healed?" another asked.
Ever since everyone knew Ou Yunchen had been beaten by a rich older woman, the people at the bar seemed a little more attentive to him this time. But it was just a couple of perfunctory inquiries. Who couldn't fake concern?
Ou Yunchen went to his private room and slumped onto the sofa. He threw the cushion from the adjacent sofa onto the floor. He disliked leather cushions; they were too hard and not soft enough.
As he reached for a cigarette, he fumbled on the floor but couldn't find an ashtray. He stood up straight and saw that it was neatly placed on the coffee table, and the cigarette butts had been cleaned up.
Ou Yunchen surveyed the room. Had someone been here?
With a casual glance, he noticed a small box on the dressing table. He walked over and picked it up to examine it.
"Bruise ointment?"
Ou Yunchen was puzzled. Who would be so bored as to send him this? A colleague? Unlikely. They never showed him any kindness. Could it be the waiter who was always following him? He'd grab him and ask!
"Has anyone been in my room these past couple of days?" Ou Yunchen asked.
"No, you don't allow anyone to enter your room casually. We don't dare go in," the waiter replied.
"Did you lose something?"
"No."
"Oh, right, the day before yesterday I saw Mo Qingyun helping you throw out the trash. Maybe she came in to clean," the waiter added.
Ou Yunchen thought through all the men he knew but never would have guessed that this girl had sent the ointment. But then again, remembering her annoying demeanor, he figured that even if she sent ointment, she must have had malicious intent, perhaps it was laced with chili water!
"Is she still working here?"
"Yes, she didn't say she was quitting, just changed her shifts."
Changed shifts? Ou Yunchen had a better idea. How else would she make extra money on the side if she didn't change her shifts!
"What days does she work?"
"She'll be working on weekends from now on, not during the week."
"So she's really busy then."
"Indeed, but those kids do need her quite a bit."
Ou Yunchen was stunned for a moment, thinking he misheard.
"Kids?"
"You didn't know? A training center opened a class for the deaf and mute, and they're recruiting sign language teachers. She went for an interview today, and Sister Hong lent her clothes for it."
Ou Yunchen's mouth hung open. He suddenly understood. That formal attire was for applying to be a sign language teacher!
Ou Yunchen closed the door. He felt a pang of regret. How could he have misunderstood Mo Qingyun without asking for clarification? The ointment in his hand felt strangely warm. It turned out he had been looking at this girl through tinted glasses all along.