Chapter 21: The Enchanted Princess Chamber

After getting into the car, Nan Zhi realized it wasn’t the same one from this morning. This was a luxury extended model, spacious with every imaginable amenity, exuding an aristocratic air that hit her the moment she stepped in. Even when she was the pampered heiress cherished by Nan Weiye, she had never ridden in such a magnificent vehicle.

As the car glided along the road, she felt nothing of its movement; it was as steady as if she were reclining on a bed in a lavish bedroom. The interior was dimly lit. Nan Zhi sat pressed against the window, her gaze flickering toward the man in the center seat, his expression unreadable. His sharply defined features seemed as if they had been painstakingly sculpted by a master craftsman—so perfect they defied belief.

His temper, however, left much to be desired.

Just as Nan Zhi was about to ask where he intended to take her, he suddenly turned his head and looked her way. His dark eyes were deep and ominous, sending a chill through her. Their eyes met unexpectedly, and she felt awkward and embarrassed.

Unable to hold his cold, penetrating gaze for long, Nan Zhi broke the suffocating silence in the car. “Where are you taking me?”

“To your house?” Nan Zhi’s clear eyes flickered with anxiety. “I’m not feeling well, and besides, I’m not the kind of woman you think I am.”

Mu Sihan raised an eyebrow, his lips curling with careless indifference. “What kind of woman?”

“A call girl.”

“You’re not a call girl?”

Nan Zhi nodded. “I’m not.”

“Are you transgender, then?” Nan Zhi choked, cursing his ancestors in her heart. Transgender? Your whole family is transgender!

She turned away, unwilling to talk to him any further.

The next second, pain shot through her wrist as the man’s powerful hand yanked her to his side. Perhaps because he was disgusted by her time of the month, he didn’t pull her onto his lap.

Before Nan Zhi could protest, a black silk ribbon was suddenly tied over her eyes.

“My place isn’t somewhere you’re qualified to remember the way to.”

As he tied the ribbon, his fingertips brushed her cheek, their coolness like a serpent’s tongue gliding over her delicate skin, making her shudder.

Fear pricked at her heart, but her reason told her not to confront this man head-on. She needed to figure out his intentions before making any moves.

She had no idea how much time passed before the car finally stopped. The man pulled her out, none too gently.

After stepping out, he continued to drag her forward. Several minutes passed before they finally came to a halt.

He released her wrist and spoke coldly, “Find her some clothes, have her cleaned up, and bring her to my room.”

Once Mu Sihan had gone upstairs, someone untied the black silk ribbon from Nan Zhi’s eyes. When she opened them, she saw a refined, gentle man in his early forties.

He nodded politely to her. “My name is Ivan, the young master’s house manager. Miss, please come with me.”

Unlike his master’s arrogant coldness, Ivan was mild and courteous, appearing far easier to get along with.

“Mr. Ivan, do you know what your young master intends by having me bathed and changed?” Nan Zhi asked, uneasy about her condition. Was he really such a beast?

“The young master’s thoughts are beyond our guessing, but his temper is rather poor. I hope you’ll forgive him, Miss.”

Ivan led Nan Zhi to a bedroom with a walk-in closet. When he opened the wardrobe, it was filled with all kinds of high-end women’s clothing.

Nan Zhi blinked, momentarily wondering if she had stepped into a dreamlike princess’s room.