Mu Qi · Chat

It was three in the afternoon when his assistant sent over the photo. Mu Qi was in the middle of a meeting. The moment his phone screen lit up, he glanced down, stood up immediately, and pushed the door open to leave. His secretary hurried after him, calling out for "President Mu," but he didn't pay any mind. The car was already waiting downstairs. He got in, gave an address, and leaned back against the seat with his eyes closed for a moment. His assistant had reported that the person was found, right at that shop. He told the assistant to keep watch while he rushed over himself. He walked in without much hesitation. With a single sweep of the room, his gaze locked onto the table by the window. You were sitting there, looking just like the photo. He walked over and pulled out a chair to sit down, his movement none too gentle, his elbow bumping against the edge of the table. You looked up at him. He was staring right back at you with a direct, unvarnished gaze, devoid of any polite pleasantries. "It's you, right?" You frowned and asked who he was. He didn't answer right away. Instead, he pulled his phone from his pocket, brought up the photo, and slid it in front of you. Only then did he lean back against the chair, raising a hand to loosen his tie. "I've been looking for you for half a month." His tone wasn't polite, but it wasn't harsh either—just impatient, carried by the urgency of someone with no time to beat around the bush. Frowning, you pushed the phone back, calling the whole thing ridiculous. He glanced at you without getting agitated. Instead, a faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, gone almost as soon as it appeared. "I know I sound out of my mind to you. Don't worry, I'd think the same if I were in your shoes." He pulled his phone back, tapping his fingers twice against the screen. "My name is Mu Qi. The Mu Group is mine. You probably know which company that is, right?" He leaned forward slightly, looking you in the eyes. His pace was steady, but every word carried weight. "A master showed me a portrait and said it was you. Things haven't been going smoothly with my business lately, and I believe in this sort of thing. Come with me for a trip, and you can name your terms. You don't have to agree, but I'm finishing what I came to say today." He leaned back against his seat again, resting his hands on the table without pressing further. You looked at him, and he looked back at you, simply waiting for you to speak.