Chapter 19: Pretending Not to See Him, She Walked Right Past

Nan Zhi’s first act upon entering the restroom was to wash her hands, scrubbing her palms as if she could still feel that strange, unsettling sensation lingering there. She must have lost control of her strength earlier and accidentally squeezed a little too hard. After washing, she entered a stall. Though she had sanitary pads in her bag, some blood had stained her skirt.

If her skirt was stained, then… the man in white trousers must have gotten some on him as well.

This was a disaster.

The man’s sharply defined features, his dark, brooding gaze, his arrogant words, and that sinister glint at the corner of his eye when he raised his brow—all flashed through her mind, sending a shiver down her spine. He was absolutely not someone to provoke, exuding an ominous, ruthless, wild, and cold aura that made her tremble.

Would he want to kill her if he saw his trousers stained with her menstrual blood?

She knew that some young aristocrats, whether in government or business, considered such things incredibly unlucky, preferring to err on the side of caution rather than doubt.

Nan Zhi exited the stall, washed her hands again, and pressed her palms together in a gesture of prayer.

She hoped that the young master wasn’t superstitious or vindictive.

Alas, heaven did not hear Nan Zhi’s prayer.

Stepping out of the restroom, she immediately saw a tall, cold figure leaning against the wall outside. One leg was bent, the other stretched out into the corridor, so long that it blocked the entire passage. Nan Zhi had no mind to admire his long legs; her gaze was fixed on the vivid red stain on his trousers.

Was fate determined to ruin her?

She’d only just managed to get him to let go of her in the private room, and now this.

Carefully, Nan Zhi followed the length of his leg upward, stealing a glance at his face. He held an unlit cigar between his lips, slender fingers playing with a silver lighter, occasionally flicking it open so a cold blue flame leapt forth, casting his sharply contoured face into even darker, more inscrutable shadows.

His head was slightly lowered, lashes longer than a woman’s, and beneath his high, straight nose, his thin, rose-colored lips pressed into a dangerous curve. His jaw was taut, sharp and forbidding.

She’d definitely gotten on his nerves.

Nan Zhi cursed inwardly. She really should have checked the almanac before going out today.

After weighing her options, she decided it was best to walk away as if nothing had happened. Someone like him clearly wasn’t the type to accept an apology.

Perhaps, with his head lowered, he hadn’t noticed her coming out.

Nan Zhi pressed her lips together, feigning calm, and stepped past his long leg. One step, two steps, three…

Excellent, he didn’t follow.

But she failed to notice that, as she passed his leg, the man’s gaze followed her back, his eyes deep and dark, the corners touched with an elusive hint of menace.

Nan Zhi hurried into the elevator and sent a message in her group chat with Yanran and Qin Yubing: Ladies, your sister Zhi’s period arrived unexpectedly tonight, so I won’t be able to join you. Next time, dinner’s on me!

The elevator reached the first floor and the tension in Nan Zhi’s chest eased considerably. But just as she stepped out, the exclusive elevator doors to the right opened, and over a dozen men in black suits filed out, forming two neat lines. Moments later, a tall, imposing figure emerged from within.

Nan Zhi’s gaze met the man’s narrow, deep-set eyes beneath his cropped hair—cold as a frozen lake—and her heart clenched tightly.

His appearance stirred awe among the women coming and going from the club; he was simply too tall, handsome, and cool.

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