Chapter 16 - Pulled onto His Lap

Chapter 16: Pulled onto His Lap

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

The smile disappearing from her face, Nan Zhi looked at the handsome man on the sofa with a slight raise of her eyebrow. "Do you not understand human speech? I said the people in your room made a mistake, I'm not a hostess."

Silence rang throughout the room.

It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

A woman covered her mouth in disbelief, staring at Nan Zhi like she was a monster.

This woman, was she out of her mind?

How dare she rebut Young Master Mu!

They had all witnessed how scary Young Master Mu became when he got angry.

Even Mu Sihan's best friend, Lan Yanzhi, had a look of disbelief, his gobsmacked expression would have been comical if the tension in the air wasn't so thick. It seemed that other than Xue'er, no woman had ever dared to talk to Fourth Brother like that.

This girl possessed great courage.

"Where did this bitch come from, how dare you rebut Young Master Mu. Are you seeking death!" a woman working in the clubhouse, who had admired Mu Sihan for a long time stepped forward, raising her hand towards Nan Zhi's face to slap her.

Nan Zhi dodged nimbly, picked up a glass of untouched red wine and threw it in the woman's face. "Who's the bitch?"

"The bitch is talking about you!"

A few seconds later, a burst of laughter broke out in the room.

"Miaomiao, why did you scold yourself!" Lan Yanzhi mocked, smirking.

Miaomiao wiped off the red wine off her face, her face contorted in rage. She wore thin clothing that was now stained a wine red and after being soaked by the wine, the material clung to her skin. She was not wearing any bra inside and her breasts could be seen easily with just a glance. She bent over, looking at the man smoking a cigar on the sofa and simpered in frustration, "Young Master Mu, look at what this shameless woman has done to me! I just can't stand how that she was disrespecting you!"

When she spoke, she pouted her glossy lips, purposely bending down so that her neckline was pulled low and exposed her swaying breasts. She fluttered her long lashes coquettishly, "Young Master Mu, you have to get even with her for my sake…"

Mu Sihan puffed out a mouthful of smoke, his cold eyes half-closed. "Get away from me, I'm not interested in silicone breasts."

Miaomiao reeled back as if slapped, cheeks flushed deep red in embarrassment, "…"

Nan Zhi, who was about to leave, could not help but laugh out loud.

Not only were his eyes sharp, this man was also very mean.

Miaomiao left the room, head down and lips trembling as she pushed past Nan Zhi.

"You, stay." Young Master Mu's words were abrupt and to the point as barked out a short command.

Miaomiao was delighted and was about to ask Mu Sihan if he was letting her stay, when she saw Young Master Mu, who had never willingly touched a woman before, grab onto Nan Zhi's wrist and forcibly pull her onto his strong and firm legs.

Envy and deep-rooted jealousy seared in Miaomiao's blood. How dare she! How she wished it was her sitting on Young Master Mu's lap!

But Nan Zhi, who was sitting on Young Master Mu's lap, was in a very different mood. The man's thighs beneath her skirt was firm and strong. She could feel the heat emanating from his skin even though there were two layers of cloth in between them.

As she was caught off guard by the sudden movement, Nan Zhi curled her fingers and pinched something with her right hand.

The temperature was rising…

In a flash, Nan Zhi realized what she had pinched. She shifted her hands away quickly, her fingertips grazed by the thin zipper of the pants.

Her heart started to beat uncontrollably.

She felt like she was a child again, afraid of her mother punishing her after doing something wrong.

She shifted her eyes to carefully look at the man holding her, his arm was wrapped around her waist in a decidedly intimate fashion.

Under the dim lighting, his meticulously carved features were sharp and proud, his long and narrow eyes dark and brooding. The other hand not holding her was placed at the back of the sofa, giving off an air of leisure and arrogance.

Nan Zhi had never met such a man. Even a mere glance from him made her tremble. She felt whoever dared to meet his eyes for more than ten seconds possessed a psychological strength not unlike David when he faced Goliath.

As for Nan Zhi, she was not that strong. She could not hang on any longer after looking at his eyes for only four or five seconds, and turned her gaze back towards his chest.