Chapter 139: A Piece of Candy

Nan Zhi stood at the entrance of the study, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.

Knock, knock, knock.

There was no response.

She knocked again.

Still, silence.

Her heart raced, whether from the fear of facing him or for some other reason, she could not say. She placed her hand on the door handle and turned it gently.

The lights in the study were still on, and the air was thick with the acrid scent of tobacco. Nan Zhi placed the tray of food on the desk, frowned slightly at the overflowing ashtray, and emptied the cigarette butts into the trash bin. As she set the ashtray back down, the phone on the desk suddenly vibrated. Her fingertip brushed the screen, and the call connected.

Just as she reached to hang up, a familiar female voice spilled from the receiver: "Young Master Mu, you will be attending the investment promotion conference on Friday, right? I hope you will be the exclusive title sponsor for my program again this time."

Nan Zhi’s breath hitched, and her fingers curled tightly.

"Young Master Mu? Young Master Mu?"

Nan Zhi took a deep breath and ended the call. Not wanting to stay in the study a second longer, she hurried toward the door.

Just as she reached for the handle, the door was pushed open from the outside.

Nan Zhi’s eyes lowered, landing squarely on the man’s bare chest. He must have just finished working out; his taut, well-defined muscles were glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. He wore only a pair of grey sweatpants, the drawstring untied and the waistband sitting low, revealing the edge of his underwear.

He possessed a classic inverted-triangle physique. The muscles exposed to the air were firm and solid, radiating a potent, masculine energy. From her angle, she could faintly trace the V-taper leading down to his waistband—an intoxicating display of sex appeal. His arms, hanging at his sides, displayed chiseled muscle lines, and his collarbones were more delicate and refined than a woman’s. His waist and abdomen were narrow and powerful—the quintessential build that looks lean in clothes but is well-muscled underneath.

Nan Zhi didn't know where to look. With a physique like that, anyone without strong resolve would surely suffer a nosebleed. That hot-tempered man had a lethal body!

"Why are you here?" the man’s icy voice rang out from above. Nan Zhi looked up, meeting his deep, obsidian eyes, which were as cold as frost. Her long eyelashes fluttered.

His sharp, handsome face was expressionless—no hint of anger, only an endless, profound chill. He kept his thin lips pressed shut, looking down at her from his height.

He seemed to have lost some weight after not seeing him for a few days; his features appeared even more angular. When he lowered his gaze, his lashes looked longer than a girl’s, making his dark eyes seem even more unfathomable and indifferent.

Nan Zhi was accustomed to his outbursts, but seeing him in this cold, unapproachable state, she didn't know how to respond.

After a few seconds of silence, she pointed to the food on the desk. "Butler Yi asked me to bring this up."

Mu Sihan narrowed his bottomless black eyes, his expression dangerous and sharp. "Is that so?"

Hearing his icy tone, the hair on Nan Zhi’s arms stood up. He seemed to be in a bad mood again.

"Young Master Mu, if there is something else you would like to eat, I can make it for you—"

He interrupted her with a sneer. "What a good servant you are."

Nan Zhi frowned, about to retort, when he suddenly roared, his face darkening, "Get out!"

After Nan Zhi left, Mu Sihan walked over to the desk. He looked at the food on the tray and was about to sweep it onto the floor when he noticed a piece of milk candy resting by the bowl.

His burning rage vanished in an instant.

He picked up the candy and cursed under his breath.

Damned woman, did she really take him for a three-year-old child?

Yi Fan had sent her up to coax him, and she left behind a piece of candy?

Damn it, damn it, damn it!