Chapter 157: Intoxicated

Mu Sihan had shelled out three hundred million.
Nan Zhi certainly needed to thank him properly.
Looking at the drinks poured by Lan Yanzhi, she saw that there was a glass each for her and Mu Sihan. He hadn't taken the opportunity to slip anything into it.
She held her liquor quite well, so a single glass shouldn't be an issue. With a smile, she raised her glass to Mu Sihan. "Young Master Mu, thank you for your immense help today. Although you can be quite annoying at times, it seems your true nature isn't all that bad. I'll finish this glass, please feel free to do as you wish..."
Mu Sihan's handsome face darkened slightly.
What did she mean by him being quite annoying at times?
Damn woman, she was the only one who dared to speak to him like that!
Mu Sihan arched his thick, dark brows slightly, not stopping Nan Zhi from finishing the drink. Once she drained her glass, he downed his as well.
Lan Yanzhi had expected the two of them to get romantic after finishing their drinks, giving him a real treat for the eyes. Instead, half an hour passed, and the two of them remained shockingly calm.
That the Fourth Brother wouldn't be knocked out by a single glass was something Lan Yanzhi could understand, given that the Fourth Brother's tolerance for alcohol surpassed even his own.
But little Nan...
How strange, why was she showing absolutely no reaction at all?
After finishing the drink, Nan Zhi's head began to spin, but fortunately, her alcohol tolerance was decent, allowing her to struggle to maintain her composure.
In reality, however, her consciousness was already hovering somewhere between hazy and awake.
She leaned against the car window, her small head slightly lowered, a wisp of dark hair falling gracefully against her delicate, glowing face, which was flushed with a charming and captivating rosy hue.
From her angle, she happened to capture Mu Sihan's profile. His features were chiseled as if carved by a knife, with sharp, distinct angles—truly resembling a classic masterpiece of painting, so flawless not a single imperfection could be found.
Whether it was because of that glass of wine or not, she actually found his appearance right now outrageously handsome.
Suddenly, she raised a slender, fair finger and poked the man's sculptured, handsome face. "Why is your face shape so nice? Oh, and your lips are so sexy... Did you get lip filler surgery?"
Mu Sihan, "..."
Lan Yanzhi, "..." Good grief! After drinking a glass that knocks you out instantly, shouldn't little Nan be pouncing to give the Fourth Brother a wild kiss? Why on earth did it produce such a bizarre effect?
When Nan Zhi's slender finger poked Mu Sihan's tightly pressed thin lips, the delicate and warm sensation against his fingertips caused his Adam's apple to bob. He opened his mouth and nipped at her fingertip.
"Ah, I remember now. You're the Great Demon King." Nan Zhi withdrew her hand, her long eyelashes fluttering as she looked at the dark-faced Mu Sihan. "No, no, you're not the Great Demon King, you're... Daddy..."
Pfft—
Lan Yanzhi burst out laughing unceremoniously.
The reaction of little Nan after having a drink that hits like a truck was seriously hilarious as hell.
When playing with the subtle thrills of conquest between a man and a woman, it was usually the woman who called out "Daddy."
That soft, sweet "Daddy" Nan Zhi had just uttered practically drove Mu Sihan hard on the spot. With a cold face, he muttered a low curse.
Lan Yanzhi couldn't bear to watch anymore and turned his head away with a laugh.
"Daddy, what did I do wrong? Why did you treat me like that? Why don't you like me?" Deep down, Nan Zhi was a stubborn girl. She rarely showed vulnerability to anyone, burying all her pain deep inside. Even when battered and bruised, she would never let it show.
Perhaps only when she was intoxicated would she reveal her most vulnerable side.
Mu Sihan's dark eyes grew deep and murky. Seeing the mist gathering in her eyes, his heart stirred. His large hand clamped around her slender, fair wrist, and with a sudden pull, he dragged her directly onto his lap.
Nan Zhi felt as though she had returned to her childhood, when her daddy would hold her in his arms and tell her stories...
She raised her small face and flashed a brilliant smile at Mu Sihan.
Mu Sihan let out a low curse.
Without waiting for her to say anything more, he lowered his head and sealed her rosy lips.