Chapter 65: Weathered by Life
Nan Zhi’s aversion to this arrogant man deepened yet again. He had no respect for others at all, kissing her at every turn without ever asking if she was willing. Even as he kissed her just now, a fleeting urge arose in her heart—she wanted to take Xiao Kai and leave the country again. To hell with television stations, with revenge; none of it mattered anymore.
But Xiao Kai’s illness…
No matter what, she had to meet the person whose bone marrow was a successful match for Xiao Kai before making any decisions.
Perhaps sensing Nan Zhi’s distraction, Mu Sihan no longer pressed her. He was no paragon of virtue, but neither did he stoop to force himself upon a woman whose every cell screamed resistance to his touch.
The sports car returned smoothly to the open road. Recalling what he’d mentioned before the interview—those bathing photos—Nan Zhi pressed her lips together, still tinged with his breath and warmth. Breaking the silence in the car, she said, “Mr. Mu, about those photos you say I sent you—what’s that all about?”
Today, she had to clarify things with him. He needed to believe she had never tried to seduce him.
Mu Sihan rested one hand on the window and the other on the steering wheel. His sunglasses were perched once more on his chiseled nose. His features, cold and striking as if carved from stone, radiated an aura that warned: cross me and perish.
Nan Zhi couldn’t fathom what she’d done now to displease this young master. She had just endured his forceful kiss—shouldn’t she be the one complaining?
She was not one to procrastinate. She just wanted to clear the air and keep her distance from this tyrant, so, doing her best to ignore the oppressive force he exuded, she pressed on unflinchingly, “Mr. Mu, didn’t we agree to talk things out after my interview?”
With a screech, the tires scraped sharply against the pavement—a sudden, ear-piercing sound as he slammed on the brakes.
The sports car came to a halt once again. This time, it wasn’t at the roadside, but right at a traffic light.
Though the light was red, the man got out without hesitation, slamming the door behind him. The violent crash of the door was enough to prove just how dreadful his temper could be!
Snapping to her senses, Nan Zhi hurried to push open her door. But after several tries, it wouldn’t budge. The wretched man had locked it from the outside.
She glanced at the half-open window. Unless she could shrink her bones, there was no way she’d squeeze through that narrow gap.
Frowning, she looked out at the man stalking away after slamming the door. He’d taken off his jacket, revealing his usual black shirt. Amid the crowd crossing the street, his broad shoulders and narrow waist, his long legs—every part of his silhouette exuded an untamed, rebellious beauty.
Nan Zhi noticed a few younger girls trailing after him, bouncing with excitement.
She leaned back against her seat, slender and delicate. Though she herself was not old, any spark of youthful vitality had long since faded from her heart. Sometimes, she felt ancient inside.
As the sixty-second red light elapsed, the other drivers blocked by the sports car began laying on their horns in a frenzy. One, unable to bear the wait any longer, got out and banged on Nan Zhi’s window. “Have you no sense of decency? Parking at a traffic light—are you out of your mind?”
Nan Zhi pressed her lips tightly together and tried to explain, but the man was hot-tempered, his scowl deepening as his curses grew harsher. “You bitch, if you don’t move this car, you’re asking for trouble!”
She knew she was in the wrong and silently cursed Mu Sihan, lowering her eyes and letting the man outside rage as he pleased.
Seeing her ignore him, the man kicked the car door hard, then jabbed his finger at Nan Zhi’s nose. “Think you’re something just because you drive a sports car? Don’t you try to show off—”
Before he could finish, his outstretched finger was suddenly seized in a powerful grip.