Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Nan Zhi’s long and curled eyelashes fluttered and she did not dare to hold his deep gaze for long.
She had only just looked away when her chin was held firmly by his long fingers. He forced her to look into his dark eyes.
“Nan Zhi, do you want to leave me that badly?” The tenseness in his face was palpable, from his clenched jaw to the anger in his furrowed brows. His voice was low and held a note of warning.
How he was behaving now was completely different from his usual cold and shameless manner in front of her.
The Mu Sihan in front of her was ice-cold and dangerous.
There was no hint of warmth at all.
Furrowing her eyebrows, Nan Zhi wanted to push away the large hand holding on to her chin. Seeing her struggle, he let her chin loose, but held on to her waist instead.
The unyielding grip on her waist was so strong that she felt like she was going to break.
Nan Zhi took a shaky breath and glared at the man who was domineering to the bones. “Mu Sihan, let go of me!”
“Answer me!” He stared at her with his dark eyes, so dark they were like a black hole which could suck people in, never to be seen again.
Nan Zhi knew that she could not break free and let him hold on to her tightly. She endured the pain and said with her face cold, “Didn’t you hear it already? I don’t want to stay here at all. I want to be free. Although you are good to me sometimes, I am always tense when I’m with you. I can’t breathe freely, do you understand?”
Could not breathe freely?
Mu Sihan smirked coldly. “Then, who can you breathe freely with? The man who gave you the diamond ring?”
“I don’t even know who it was that gave me the diamond ring! I don’t want to be here because you’re overbearing and tyrannical! It has nothing to do with other people!”
Mu Sihan glared at her angrily and held on to her more tightly at the waist.
Nan Zhi endured the pain. She did not beg for mercy and refused to let herself cry out.
She looked at him stubbornly.
If he continued, even if he did not break her waist, there would be bruises on her fair skin.
A cold smile appeared on Mu Sihan’s face, his eyes void of any warmth. “Nan Zhi, I must be really sick to have thought that a woman like you was good. You’re really heartless.”
Nan Zhi frowned. She did not agree with him.
Can feelings be forced?
And besides, he had done good and bad things to her.
The trauma of him humiliating her was still etched like a painful scar in her heart. How could she possibly think that he was a good man, just because he celebrated her birthday?
“I’m sick to have not slept for two days and flown to New York just to invite Stephen for you. I’m sick to have given you the bullet that had once pierced through my heart. Maybe to you, that bullet is worthless, but it was once close to my heart. It’s something from my heart!”
He tightened his fists and waved one of his fists above her head. “Why the f*ck do you have to provoke me first!”
Nan Zhi looked at his angry expression and did not know what to say.
Her heart thudded at his impassioned words. She had never known, never realized that the bullet had meant so much to him.
She raised her hand to the necklace, wanting to return the bullet to him but her action only added fuel to the fire.
“If you dare to take it off, I’ll kill you right away!” He shouted at her hoarsely, his eyes ferocious as he glared at her, a chill in his blazing eyes.
“Without my permission, it’s no use, no matter whoever comes to plead for you. You’re my servant and mine alone!”
He kicked open the kitchen door roughly and stormed out.
There seemed to be the smell of smoke after a war wherever he passed.
Nan Zhi leaned against the wall weakly, her long eyelashes fluttering closed as she frowned.
Had he really fallen for her?
Or, was it like what the Old Madam had said, he was just seeing the shadow of another girl in her?
