Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Gu Sheng looked at Nan Zhi, whose face was slightly pale and his beautiful hands clasped her shoulders. “Are you alright? Did she do something harmful to your body?”
Nan Zhi’s slender body retreated a few steps, her palms pressing against her throbbing temples. With a shake of her head, she murmured softly, “I’m all right.”
She was not dumb, she thought of Mu Sihan’s deep questioning gaze and she knew what she had lost.
It must be because of that handkerchief that Lin Wanyue had planned for someone to spill red wine over her. Then after she went to wash up, Lin Wanyue would have gone quietly to look through her belongings.
Nan Zhi pursed her lips, and it seemed like his hot temperature and refreshing breath was still lingering over them, but now she felt a chill running up her spine.
She blinked her eyes and her breath tightened.
Ding. The elevator reached the first floor.
“Brother Gu Sheng, I’ll be leaving first.”
Gu Sheng nodded and said nothing. He watched her leave, his eyes darkening.
Heavy rain poured down from the sky, and the darkness of the night seemed like it was going to swallow up the whole city. The uniformed doorman waited by the door with an umbrella.
Seeing Nan Zhi coming over, he held the umbrella over her head.
Nan Zhi looked at the black Bentley not far away and her footsteps faltered when she was going down the steps.
In fact, the main reason she had been afraid to take out the handkerchief was because of the fear and insecurity in her heart.
She was afraid of breaking the fragile and seemingly harmonious and peaceful relationship they had stumbled into. Even more than that, she was afraid of hearing a reply that would break her heart!
Because she cared, she became cautious over many things.
She did not like this feeling, after her heart was moved, she could not control her anger and joy and was like a mindless puppet, her emotions being controlled.
“Ma’am, are you all right?” The doorman who was holding the umbrella for Nan Zhi stopped and asked, puzzled.
Nan Zhi looked at the night being washed away by the storm and she felt a bitterness in her heart.
She shook her head with a smile. “It’s all right. We can go now.”
The doorman went to the front passenger seat while carrying the umbrella for Nan Zhi and helped her pull the door open. Nan Zhi got in the car after thanking him.
The door was closed and the sound of the rain outside was blocked.
Mu Sihan sat in the driver’s seat, an unlit cigar between his thin lips and his long fingers playing listlessly with a small silver lighter.
Nan Zhi pursed her lips and fastened the seatbelt with her head lowered.
From the corner of her eyes, she caught a glimpse of something familiar.
It was the handkerchief.
Nan Zhi’s heartbeat sped up and it seemed like it was about to leap out of her throat.
A few seconds later, she turned away and looked at the dangerously handsome, yet menacing man starting the engine. “Did Lin Wanyue give you this handkerchief?”
Mu Sihan looked at Nan Zhi and drove onto the main road. “How did you get the handkerchief?”
Nan Zhi looked at his well-defined face and her lips twitched, trying to suppress her feelings. “Is the person with the name embroidered on the handkerchief important to you?”
Mu Sihan tightened his hold on the steering wheel slightly. He did not look at her but asked coldly, “Answer me. How did the handkerchief end up with you?”
“If I say I saw the owner of the handkerchー”
Before she could finish, the car suddenly squeaked and stopped abruptly.
Nan Zhi was unprepared and her body lurched to the side and hit the door hard. Fortunately, she had fastened her seatbelt, otherwise her forehead would have slammed onto the car window.
Within seconds, the car started again and the man’s voice was cold and almost frightening. “She is very important to me, so tell me. Where did you see her?”
