Chapter 70: Unpalatable

  Zhang's mother was preparing dinner, she shouted to find coffee. Not seeing the brewed coffee, she pulled Zhang's mother and whispered: "He wants to drink coffee."

  Zhang Ma subconsciously glanced outside, although she couldn't see Mu Tianyang, but vaguely understood something. She pointed to the cabinet: "The coffee powder is there."

  She hastily took it down and handed it over to her. She pushed it away: "You'll have to soak it for him from now on."

  "I won't!" Yan Qing said in a low voice.

  "Trust Zhang Ma." Zhang Ma patted his shoulder, "This way your days will be a bit better."

  She inexplicably felt that she was right, so she got up to make coffee herself. Originally wanted to taste a mouthful, see if the flavor is good or not. But she just made one cup, and she didn't want to share it with him! What if he found out? Moreover, the coffee was very bitter, and she had never liked it, so even if she tasted it, she wouldn't be able to tell whether it was good or bad.

  Then, it was placed in front of him like this.

  Mu Tianyang stared at the newspaper with both eyes, took it over, held it to his mouth and took a sip, then suddenly furrowed his brow and stopped moving.

  She widened her eyes and said "it's done!" Looks like it's really hard to drink.

  He slowly swallowed his coffee and looked up at her silently.

  "Wanqing hastily said: 'I'm going to do my homework!' and then turned around and ran off."

  With a thud, tripped over the carpet and fell.

  She turned back to look at Mu Tianyang, saw him frowning at her, and quickly scrambled up, hastily grabbed the book and ran upstairs.

  Mu Tianyang maintained his support for a few seconds, then picked up his coffee and took a sip, saying, "It's hard to drink."

  Take another sip, and then say: "It's hard to drink!"

  Then, while saying it's undrinkable, he drank the whole cup of coffee without leaving a single drop.

  He put down his cup and shouted for Zhang Ma. Zhang Ma walked over, wiping her hands: "Sir, what's the matter?"

  Mu Tianyang buried his head in the newspaper and said lightly: "The young lady just fell down, you go take a look."

  "Yes." Zhang's mother smiled and turned around to find the first-aid kit and went upstairs.

  Wan Qing is examining her arm in the study room. What bad luck, it's actually scratched.

  Knock knock knock!

  Someone knocked on the door. Whoever knocks on the door to enter this room can't be Mu Tianyang or Mu Tianxue. She stood up, opened the door and saw it was Zhang Ma, smiling warmly: "Zhang Ma."

  Here, Zhang Ma is the only one who treats her well, like a mother to a daughter. Even though she knows she's Mu Tianyang's mistress, she never looked down on her, but instead always cared for her and comforted her...

  "Really hurt?" Zhang's mother looked at the blood on her hand and sighed, "Let me take care of it for you."

  "Uh-huh." Wanqing knew that the study was Mu Tianyang's forbidden place and didn't dare to let her in casually, so she returned to the bedroom.

  Zhang's mother carefully asked her and made sure she was only injured on her arm before feeling relieved.

  "Be more careful next time. I thought only Tian Xue would be so reckless and fall down." Zhang Ma applied some medicine and put a band-aid on her wound.

  "Zhang Ma, you're really good to me."

  "Your husband is also very good to you!"

  "He... " seemed to be smiling wryly, as if he didn't quite agree.

  "Otherwise, how would I have known you fell down in the kitchen?"

  She was taken aback for a moment, and a hint of panic flashed across her face.

  "And then there was that cup of coffee, in just a moment, sir had drunk it all!"

  Wanqing's eyebrows were tightly furrowed, clearly not wanting to hear these things. Zhang Ma patted her shoulder: "I'll go cook now."

  As soon as she left, Wanqing let out a sigh of relief and stared blankly out the window. What... is he going to do?