Chapter 10: Suspicion
The Rolls-Royce started up again. Wei Lin, seeing that Nan Zhi hadn’t been thrown out of the car, secretly let out a sigh of relief for her.
The man in the back had started his own business at eighteen, and now, at just twenty-six, he was the president of S.G., an international conglomerate, the youngest, wealthiest, and most handsome legend in the business world. He was a natural-born genius, a man of power. Countless noblewomen admired him, but he kept his distance from women, lived with integrity, and so far, Wei Lin had never seen any woman able to conquer this cold and aloof master.
Nan Zhi, of course, also sensed the icy aura radiating from the man beside her. She lowered her eyes, a sly smile curving her lips, and touched the ring on her right middle finger with her left hand.
She’d never lacked for suitors, but she disliked the men who hovered around her. So she simply wore the ring her mother had given her, letting others assume she was already spoken for.
Now, she slipped off the ring and flicked it lightly.
With a faint clang, the ring landed on the man’s long leg and gradually rolled beneath his seat.
The space was cramped, and since the ring had fallen to his side, she couldn’t retrieve it herself.
She glanced at the man’s chiseled, handsome profile and spoke in her naturally soft, delicate voice, “Sir, my ring fell. Could you help me pick it up?”
Silence.
Utter quiet.
Only Nan Zhi’s own faint breathing could be heard.
She stared for a while at the man’s sharp, unyielding jaw.
And in the end, she gave up.
It was the first time she had encountered a man so cold he seemed to freeze the very air around him.
Hmph, no matter how you looked at him, he was nowhere near as likable as the young man driving up front.
After being hit by a wave of his icy indifference, Nan Zhi said nothing more. Sensibly, she shifted her body toward the other window.
The two sat on opposite sides, as if an unbridgeable galaxy separated them.
It had been a long time since a man had unsettled Nan Zhi like this.
The last time was four years ago with Fu Shaoxiu, who had made her so angry she’d wanted to punch him all the way into the Pacific.
Now, this motionless, statuesque man gave her the same urge.
As the car drove off the overpass, Mu Sihan spoke coldly, “Stop the car.”
Wei Lin, who had been at Mu Sihan’s side for years, immediately understood. He pulled over, glanced at Nan Zhi, and said, “Sorry, young lady. This is as far as we can take you.”
Nan Zhi nodded in understanding. “Thank you.”
She opened her umbrella and got out.
A few seconds later, she walked around to the other side of the car.
The window rolled down from inside.
A long, well-defined hand emerged.
Between thumb and forefinger, he held a circular ring inlaid with a diamond.
It was the very one Nan Zhi had deliberately dropped.
Unconsciously, Nan Zhi looked up at the man.
After a few seconds, seeing she hadn’t taken the ring, the man turned his head to look out the window.
Standing beneath the rainy mist, the young woman holding her umbrella was tall, fair, slender, and strikingly beautiful—even under a sky weighed down by storm clouds, she seemed to shine.
At the moment he turned his head, Nan Zhi finally saw the man’s face clearly.
His features were deep and sharp, his nose high and straight as a peak, his profile as handsome as a painting.
Mu Sihan, seeing Nan Zhi stunned, lowered his gaze slightly. Her shirt was unbuttoned by two, revealing a full, blindingly white curve at her chest.
His brows drew together into a frown, an impatient edge tightening his cold expression. He flicked the ring straight into Nan Zhi’s little shoulder bag, rolled the window up, pulled a cigarette case from his pocket, lit a cigarette, took a drag, and said in an icy voice, “Drive.”
It wasn’t until the car had driven away that Nan Zhi came back to herself.
Oh no, she’d been so shocked she hadn’t asked for his contact information, nor had she memorized his license plate.
She was doomed.
Ning City was so vast—how was she supposed to find him?