Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
In a Rolls-Royce Phantom not far from Ding Shuman’s car.
Mu Sihan was sitting in the driver’s seat with the car window slightly lowered, the light from the street lights shone in, reflecting his well-defined facial features. His arm was placed lazily on the window and he lit a cigarette, his dark eyes staring fixedly at the woman in the front passenger seat.
The woman was holding the iPad in her hands, the screen currently depicting the scene that was connected to the pinhole camera in the other car. Her eyes stared unblinkingly at Ding Shuman’s appalling appearance on the screen.
After she heard Ding Shuman say that the snakes released were all not poisonous, she turned off the screen and raised her beautiful and delicate face, looking at Mu Sihan in puzzlement. “She and the person who released the snakes said the same thing.”
It was impossible to lie when a person was on the verge of a breakdown.
Nan Zhi believed that Ding Shuman was telling the truth.
But if that was the case, who released that poisonous snake?
Who wanted to kill her?
Mu Sihan leaned his body against the seat, his dark eyes looking at Nan Zhi and the corner of his lips lifted slightly. “It was not her.”
Nan Zhi furrowed her brows. “Who was it?”
Mu Sihan took a breath of his cigar and blew out a mouthful of smoke on Nan Zhi’s face, his eyebrows raised. “Give me a kiss and I will tell you.”
Nan Zhi hit the man with the iPad. “Why are you so shameless!”
Mu Sihan threw the iPad aside, unfastened his seat belt and moved towards the woman.
His hand holding the cigar was very close to her, the scarlet tip flickering. If she tilted her head, Nan Zhi’s head would have been burnt. She looked at the man’s face close to her and her long eyelashes fluttered. “I still have something to do, move aside.”
“Why, you don’t even look me in the eyes now when you’re speaking to me?” Mu Sihan’s sexy lips opened slightly and blew a breath towards Nan Zhi’s face. Different from the pungent smell of smoke he blew at her, his breath was warm with a hint of something refreshing, it was a very magnetic and charming smell of masculinity.
Her heart beat uncontrollably.
“Why are you so annoying?” Nan Zhi wanted to push him aside, but the next second, he lowered his head and his sexy lips landed on the tip of her nose.
That little warmth from the touch of his lips pulled all the way down to the bottom of her heart.
The soft halo of light from the street lights landed on her delicate and beautiful face. Her skin was flawless and she opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but he put his mouth over hers, sealing her lips with his.
The tip of his scorching hot tongue swept past her lips and touched her teeth. It was a domineering and wild kiss that left her breathless.
Nan Zhi did not even have time to swallow, before her scalp tingled from his touch.
Before he made her unhappy, he released her. He found that she was less resistant to his kisses now.
It was a good sign.
…
Nan Zhi finally escaped from Mu Sihan’s strong embrace and domineering kiss, and she ran out of the car.
She stood behind the car and unlocked Ding Shuman’s car.
Ding Shuman leapt out of the car, flustered and bordering hysteria. She was wearing only her undergarments, her hair and makeup messy, her face pale and tear-streaked.
She got out of the car and ran a few steps when suddenly, a group of reporters started to take her pictures.
“Isn’t this Mrs Nan? Mrs Nan, what happened to you? Were you abandoned by Mr Nan? Or did you suffer from domestic violence?”
At first, Ding Shuman was still in a state of fear and panic and she became confused. But after she heard the words ‘Mrs Nan’, her mind cleared and she looked at the reporters and then the cameras in their hands. Her face became even more pale and she shrieked, “Stop taking my pictures, stop it! You’ve got the wrong person!”
Just then, several uniformed policemen came over to see what the ruckus was about.
