Chapter 18: My Brother is Playing Hooligan to the Little Girl

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

When the man spoke, he nibbled at her earlobe, making her tingle. His breath was chilly and dangerous, mixed with the smell of the cigar.

Although this room was full of respected people, no one came forward to help her when they saw her being joked around with and embarrassed.

Clearly, the man holding her had an even higher status than everyone else in the room.

She was no longer the arrogant and willful young lady from four years ago. She had a son to raise, had lost things to retrieve. She could not afford to offend this arrogant and dangerous young man.

Since hard tactics didn’t work, it was time to use a gentler approach.

Nan Zhi gave a soft smile, her voice becoming gentler and more pleasant, “This young master, I was too reckless today. I solemnly apologize to you. I’m not feeling very well, would you please let me off?”

She did seem paler, beads of sweat were forming across her forehead and on her tall and elegant nose. She really looked very uncomfortable.

But who was Young Master Mu, his sympathy for women was fed to the dogs many years ago.

He raised his eyebrow, the eyes looking at Nan Zhi was gloomy but there was a hint of a forgotten smile on his handsome face. “I let you touch me and became your cushion. Besides apologizing, shouldn’t you be thanking me as well?”

His voice was low, husky and sexy. But to Nan Zhi, it sounded like the voice of a devil.

This was the first time she met such a frivolous, difficult and incomprehensible man.

Holding in the strong urge to slap him, Nan Zhi nodded in acquiescence. “Thank you, Young Master Mu.”

Mu Sihan looked at her increasingly pale face. She looked like she was enduring severe pain to stay alive from being in this room. His dark eyes narrowed and after awhile, uttered a single word from his thin lips, “Scram.”

It was as if Nan Zhi was being granted amnesty. She picked up her bag and hurried away on her high heels.

Wearing a red dress, she looked slender and enchanting from behind.

Even though her steps were urgent, she looked very elegant and calm.

What a contradictory woman.

After Nan Zhi left, Lan Yanzhi sat down beside Mu Sihan. “My brother, you were playing hooligan to that little girl!”

Mu Sihan held a cigar to his lips and sneered. “Just where is she little?”

Lan Yanzhi thought back on Nan Zhi’s womanly and appealing figure. “Her chest is about 34C, definitely not small.”

As soon as he finished speaking, his calf was kicked by somebody. Lan Yanzhi shouted loudly, complaining as he held his leg, “Fourth Brother, are you protecting her already even though she’s not even your woman yet?”

Mu Sihan’s long and arrogant body leaned against the sofa, the cigar between his lips was not lit. He closed his dark narrowed eyes slightly, the woman’s simple and fresh fragrance seemed to still be lingering around the tip of his nose.

“Whoa, Fourth Brother what’s that on your pants? Red wine?”

Mu Sihan was wearing white casual pants, the bright scarlet mark between his legs was extremely glaring.

Something came to his mind immediately and Mu Sihan cursed in disgust.

He got up from the sofa and left coldly.

…

Nan Zhi did not return to the room after a long time and was not picking up her phone. Yanran wanted to look for her but Qin Yubing beat her to it. “Let me go and find Zhizhi!”

Qin Yubing opened the door, walked a few steps and saw the door to the room beside them opening.

A young man, as beautiful as a god, wearing all white walked out. Dozens of black-attired bodyguards suddenly came out of nowhere and bowed to him in a courteous and respectful manner. “Young Master Mu.”

The man waved his hands. “Leave.”

After the bodyguards in black left, the man looked over to Qin Yubing.

Qin Yubing saw clearly the man’s handsome face, who would easily surpass the most popular dream man in the entertainment industry and felt his powerful aura that kept people away. She tried to let out the breath she had been holding, but felt stifled in his presence.