Mr. Mu appears aloof in public, but secretly proposes marriage and kisses.

Su Muran dreamt of three years ago.

She and Mu Tingshen read books together, took walks together, and went to the market to buy groceries together.

She couldn't cook, and neither could Mu Tingshen. The two of them clumsily learned by following cooking tutorials.

However, after she almost got burned by hot oil once, Mu Tingshen only allowed her to pick vegetables and forbade her to touch the pots and pans again.

"It's so hot..."

"Ranran..."

The man's lips were slightly cool, relieving her unbearable heat.

She shouldn't have drunk so much; her arms involuntarily wrapped around his neck.

"You feel so good."

"I'll make you...more comfortable..."

The man was on top of her, and the sharp pain jolted her awake from her dream.

He was panting heavily, his forehead covered in a layer of cold sweat.

She hadn't had this dream in a very, very long time.

It must be because I saw him again yesterday that I dreamed about things from the past.

The proprietress quickly tallied up the bar's losses.

She called Su Muran and Lin Xiaowei over and said, "The damaged items, the renovation costs, plus the business interruption losses, I've calculated it to be about 70,000 euros. This also includes your two expenses. Since you won't be able to find better part-time jobs in the short term, I naturally need to give you some compensation. The double compensation he mentioned is 140,000 euros; I don't know if he's willing to pay that."

The proprietress then asked, "Which of you two is willing to make the trip to discuss this matter?"

Su Muran remained silent.

She didn't want to see Mu Tingshen again, especially after having that dream.

Lin Xiaowei also explained apologetically, "Sister Li, I'm sorry, I have a job interview today."

The proprietress sighed in distress, "As you know, my Chinese isn't very good, and I'm afraid I won't express myself clearly enough. What if I anger them and they refuse to compensate me?"

"Mu Ran, you've won the Best Debater award, you're eloquent and persuasive, negotiation will definitely be a piece of cake for you. Please, could you do this for me?"

The proprietress held Su Muran's hand again, pleading sincerely.

Su Muran looked troubled.

When she and Xiaowei first arrived in Estonia, they were unfamiliar with the place and didn't have much savings. They were even scammed when they first rented a place.

Fortunately, they met Sister Li who helped them find a suitable place to stay.

Sister Li even let them work part-time at the bar, and she really couldn't refuse this favor.

"Sister Li, I will do my best to help you get satisfactory compensation."

Having no choice but to accept the business card, Su Muran could only make an assurance to the proprietress.

After leaving the bar, Lin Xiaowei asked her, "Mu Ran, shall I go with you?"

Lin Xiaowei was really worried about her going alone, after all, Su Muran and Mu Tingshen were ex-husband and ex-wife.

Su Muran refused: "I can manage on my own. You have an interview today, and this matter is more important to you."

"Then be careful. Call me if anything happens. I'll do my best."

Su Muran has already received an offer, so she needs to work hard too.

After Lin Xiaowei left, Su Muran spent a long time mentally preparing herself, took a deep breath, and finally decided to call Zhou Shi.

"Please wait a moment."

Zhou Shi hung up the phone and immediately went to report to Mu Tingshen.

Mu Tingshen's eyes flickered. He thought Su Muran would deliberately avoid him, but he didn't expect her to take the initiative to contact him.

"Let her come over."

"Ms. Su said she's in charge of negotiating compensation for the bar. After she arrives, should I talk to her, or should you…?"

Mu Tingshen remained silent, his gaze fixed intently on him.

Zhou Shi immediately understood and said, "Understood, I'll notify her to come over right away."

He left the room, called Su Muran back, told her the address, and asked her to come over.

Mu Tingshen was staying at a well-known local hotel. When Su Muran arrived by taxi, Zhou Shi was waiting at the entrance to greet her.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, Assistant Zhou."

Su Muran said apologetically.

Zhou Shi quickly and respectfully said, "Miss Su, you're too kind. Our CEO, Mr. Mu, is upstairs. This way, please."

Su Muran nodded and followed Zhou Shi into the elevator.

Mu Tingshen was staying in the presidential suite. Zhou Shi opened the door and invited Su Muran in.

He didn't linger, but instead very tactfully withdrew and closed the door behind him.

Mu Tingshen stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his back to the door. His tall and straight back resembled a majestic mountain, creating a unique and composed aura that separated the leaden-gray winter snow scene outside the hotel window from the view of his own.

Su Muran held the list of losses in her hand, her back tense, and greeted him softly, "Hello, Sister Li asked me to come and talk to you about compensation."

Mu Tingshen did not turn around immediately. After a few seconds, he slowly turned around and his gaze fell on her face.

"It's cold here. I remember you hate the cold the most."

Su Muran was surprised that he still remembered that she was afraid of the cold.

Yes, she has been in poor health since childhood and has always been very sensitive to the cold.

The last month we lived together was winter. Suzhou didn't have central heating, and the old house we lived in didn't have underfloor heating either.

Although there was air conditioning, it wasn't comfortable. Luckily, he was there with me.

When they went out, he would put her hands in his pockets to warm them.

When they were at home, he would often warm her cold feet by placing them against his chest, helping her get through a not-too-cold winter.

When she first arrived here, she thought she would freeze to death, and during that time she frequently dreamed about him.

However, it is precisely because it is so cold here that no one would have thought she would be hiding in this place.

"Indoors... It's alright. Here's the compensation list. Take a close look, and we can discuss it further if you have any objections."

They deliberately changed the subject and placed the compensation list on the table.

If it weren't for that final night, they might have been able to chat peacefully like ordinary friends if they met again.

But after what happened that night, their relationship was no longer suitable for saying such caring words.

Mu Tingshen realized that she was deliberately distancing herself, and gave a self-deprecating twitch at the corner of his mouth.

How could he expect someone who deliberately abandoned him to speak to him calmly?

He walked towards her with steady steps.

He was much taller than her, and he exuded a powerful sense of oppression as he walked over.

Su Muran subconsciously took half a step back, her back already pressed against the cool door panel.

Mu Tingshen stopped and looked down at her frantically trembling eyelashes.

His voice was deep and heavy, like it had been intoxicated: "Besides compensation, don't you have anything else to say to me?"

Su Muran clenched one hand into a fist behind her back, her nails almost digging into her flesh.

Of course she did, but the words were stuck in her throat, preventing her from saying them for a moment.

Mu Tingshen moved forward another inch, closing the distance between them to less than a fist's width.

Su Muran could smell the crisp pine scent on him, which was the same scent she had smelled three years ago, making her heart race.

You still owe me a divorce certificate.

Mu Tingshen lowered his voice to remind him.

Su Muran suddenly looked up at him, shocked: "You...didn't file a lawsuit later?"

After a moment of stunned silence, she hurriedly offered an explanation.

"What I mean is, we've already signed a divorce agreement. Even if I'm not here, you can take the agreement to court and file for divorce, and the court will grant it."

"I thought you had already filed a lawsuit, and that we had already dissolved our marriage."

Mu Tingshen's face instantly turned cold, and his eyes, which had been filled with a hint of expectation, were now covered with frost.

He retorted in a deep voice, "Since you're so eager for a divorce, why don't you file for it?"