Chapter 89: Scheme

Night had fallen.

Inside the dimly lit, lavish bar, Lan Yanzhi walked in with a tall, pure and sweet-looking girl.

Watching Mu Sihan, who had already downed quite a bit of alcohol in a short time, Lan Yanzhi turned to the girl beside him. “Go on, use your charm and cheer up my Fourth Brother.”

The girl had only started working at the bar a few days ago; she was still untouched. Lan Yanzhi had gone to some lengths to find a clean girl whose figure and looks bore a striking resemblance to Nan Zhi.

The girl gazed at the man lounging on the sofa, his long legs propped up on the coffee table. He was tall and arrogant, his face under the warm glow of the lights looked as if it had been sculpted by the gods—so handsome it was almost unreal. The hair on his forehead was slightly tousled, adding a touch of wildness to his deep, finely chiseled features.

He was drinking straight from a bottle of strong liquor, pouring it down his throat. Some of the liquid trickled from the corner of his mouth, sliding down his sharply defined jawline and over his Adam’s apple—an inexplicable blend of sensuality and savagery.

The girl approached, kneeling gently on the sofa beside him. Nervously, she lifted a soft, delicate hand and placed it on his shoulder.

Mu Sihan reacted instinctively, shoving her hand away with force and roughness.

The girl nearly tumbled to the floor, but she steadied herself and spoke in a sweet, clear voice. “Young Master Mu, Young Master Lan asked me to come over.”

Mu Sihan’s dark, fathomless eyes swept over her. Once he saw her face clearly, he curled his lips coldly. “Do you know how to please a man? Satisfy me, and I’ll give you this bar.”

A flash of incredulous joy lit up the girl’s eyes. If she could own this bar, she would never be forced to serve clients again.

Mu Sihan looked at the girl whose eyes reminded him a bit of Nan Zhi’s. He tossed aside the bottle, reached out his long arm, and pulled her into his embrace.

His hand gripped her slender waist, the memory of what he’d witnessed at the Hyatt Hotel flickering through his mind, darkening his features further. The girl was hurt by his grip, but dared not make a sound.

She wrapped her arms around Mu Sihan’s neck, a sweet, charming smile on her lips as she leaned in to kiss his thin, sexy lips. Though his temper seemed foul, his striking looks and that innate air of arrogance and magnetism set him apart from ordinary men.

His wildness was unique, his pride alluring.

Just as her lips were about to touch his, a sharp pain shot through her scalp—someone had yanked her hair hard.

Tears welled in her eyes from the pain.

Mu Sihan shot her a warning look. “Don’t touch my lips.”

She nodded quickly, her soft, fair hand slowly moving to unbutton his black shirt. The top three buttons were already undone. When she unfastened the fourth, his firm, sexy chest came into view—a body clearly honed by regular exercise, taut and balanced, not overly bulky.

She continued, undoing his shirt completely. When she saw his abs and the defined lines of his waist, her nose suddenly felt hot.

She was about to get a nosebleed.

His physique was simply too perfect.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and moved her hand toward his belt buckle.

Given his height, he was surely impressive down there—

Mu Sihan, noticing the girl’s infatuated expression, frowned. Before she could undo his belt, he kicked her away.

“Get lost. Have Lan Yanzhi write you a check.”

The girl scrambled to her feet, glancing at the man whose face was as dark as the King of Hades. She couldn’t understand what she’d done wrong—her looks and figure were the best in the bar.

She stole a careful glance at his pants.

Even when she’d unbuttoned his shirt and trailed her hand over his chest, he hadn’t shown the slightest reaction.

No kissing allowed, and no response at all.

Could it be… he was incapable?

…

Lan Yanzhi wrote the girl a check, then returned to the private room and began to scold Mu Sihan. “What was wrong with that girl? Why didn’t you react at all? Fourth Brother, don’t tell me you really can’t do it?”

A cold glare from Mu Sihan swept over Lan Yanzhi. “Are you done yet?”