Chapter 78: The Sleeping Mr. Mu

Nan Zhi heard his disdainful words and almost wanted to kick him out. Of course, it was just a thought—she knew herself well enough to admit she was no match for him.

“Mr. Mu, my tiny place really isn’t fit for someone of your status, so why don’t you finish eating and hurry back to your mansion?” she said.

Mu Sihan walked up to Nan Zhi, seized her delicate chin in his large hand, and narrowed his dark eyes dangerously. “Woman, if you keep making me unhappy, I’ll kill you,” he threatened.

Nan Zhi opened her mouth to speak, but before she could utter a word, he curled his lips into a sinister smile. “With your body, of course.”

Her face flushed red. She shoved him away and, without another word, darted into the bedroom and slammed the door shut.

She crouched down, leaning against the doorframe, her chin still aching where he had gripped her.

Arrogant maniac. Did he think his good looks gave him the right to force kisses on others and say such shameless things?

After finishing the bowl of egg noodles, Mu Sihan leaned back against the sofa, his tall figure relaxing.

Not bad, he thought. Her cooking was far tastier than the so-called best private kitchen in all of Ning City.

It was just as well the chef from that private kitchen didn’t know what the young master thought. Otherwise, the man who’d won the National Chef’s Award and was hailed as Ning City’s unrivaled culinary genius might be so enraged he’d cough up blood—how could his signature dishes lose to a simple bowl of noodles?

Perhaps it was exhaustion after a long day, but as Nan Zhi leaned against the doorframe, her eyelids grew heavy. She dozed off, and when she awoke again, she glanced at her watch.

Good heavens—it was already the early hours of the morning.

Rubbing her eyes, Nan Zhi went to the bathroom to freshen up. When she opened the bedroom door, she assumed the man who’d eaten her noodles had long since left. To her surprise, he was still sprawled on the single sofa.

His legs were long, one foot touching the floor in a rather awkward position. Just looking at his uncomfortable sleeping posture made Nan Zhi feel uneasy for him.

Only a single amber lamp was left on in the living room, its warm light casting over his sharply defined, handsome features, softening the usual arrogance and wildness he wore like armor.

He was, she had to admit, very easy on the eyes—when he wasn’t being improper, he was the kind of dangerously attractive that drew one in. But at this moment, he looked more like a big boy, with long, thick eyelashes and a high, perfectly sculpted nose...

Indeed, asleep, he was far more pleasing than when awake.

Just as Nan Zhi was about to look away, the man suddenly opened his eyes—dark and fathomless, his gaze on her cold and distant.

A few seconds later, as he seemed to come fully awake and realize where he was, he narrowed his eyes and let his sensuous lips curl lazily. “Sneaking out to admire me in the dead of night?”

Nan Zhi almost laughed. “Don’t flatter yourself. I’m heading to the hospital now—you should go home, too!”

Mu Sihan stood up from the sofa, ruffling his slightly messy black hair. “I’ll take you.”

“It’s fine, I can find a cab—”

“A woman hailing a cab alone in the middle of the night? Do you have any sense at all, or are you just hoping to get assaulted and murdered?”

Nan Zhi was speechless. Between a taxi driver and this maniac, wasn’t he the more dangerous one?

But she didn’t dare provoke his explosive temper. When they got downstairs, he simply bundled her into his sports car.

She didn’t notice that behind his bad temper, Young Master Mu couldn’t help but smile.

Good. She hadn’t gone to see that man named Fu tonight!

...

After applying for leave from Jun Yuan over the weekend, Nan Zhi took Xia Yanran, Qin Yubing, and her darling Nan Xiaokai out for a day of fun.

When she returned to the hospital that evening, she received a call from Fu Shaoxiu.

She had expected this call.

“Nan Zhi, I wasn’t joking the other day. I’m giving you one more chance—you must come see me at the Hyatt tonight. Otherwise, before I burn that diary, I’ll post it online.”

“A well-known blogger is currently soliciting secret confessions of unrequited love. What do you think—should I let the entire country read the contents of your diary?”