Chapter 14: Eerie

After finishing her cigarette, Nan Zhi washed her hands and walked toward the private room Yanran had reserved. The room was at the end of the corridor. There were two private rooms there, and Nan Zhi couldn’t immediately tell which one Yanran had booked. She took out her phone, about to make a call, when suddenly the door of one of the rooms opened.

Inside, the lighting was dim and smoke filled the air. Drinks were poured, laughter bubbled up constantly.

“Tonight, a beauty has come to the club, prettier than any of those starlets in the entertainment industry. I’ve already spoken to the manager: as soon as she arrives, she’ll be sent to our Fourth Brother,” someone said.

“Fourth Brother, you’ve been abstinent for so long, it’s time for you to indulge. You have no idea how funny the rumors outside are—people say you don’t like women, that we’re together!”

Nan Zhi noticed the speaker, a handsome man with a cigarette dangling from his lips, a wicked gleam in his eye. As for the so-called Fourth Brother, he seemed to be hidden in the shadows; she couldn’t make out his face.

Realizing she had found the wrong room, Nan Zhi was about to turn and leave when suddenly an arm draped over her shoulder. Her delicate brows furrowed slightly; she wanted to brush off the hand, but the man was strong, pulling her into the room. “Everyone, look! Fourth Brother’s beauty has arrived.”

Nan Zhi’s red lips pressed tightly together—a clear sign she was about to lose her temper. She wanted to throw him over her shoulder, but unexpectedly, she recognized a few faces in the room—ones she had seen on newspapers and TV.

They were all influential figures she couldn’t afford to offend.

In the moment she was distracted, the man holding her shoulder led her to the sofa and gave her a forceful shove. Nan Zhi tried to steady herself, but it was too late.

“Ah—”

She stumbled and suddenly found herself kneeling on the floor. As she fell, her hands instinctively reached forward.

The man on the sofa sat with his legs apart, his tall, cold figure reclining lazily against the backrest. Between his slender, pale fingers, he held a cigar. Before he could push away the woman who had landed squarely in his lap, Nan Zhi’s head plunged into his groin.

One kneeling, one sitting—their posture was bizarre.

The previously lively and noisy room instantly fell silent. Everyone stared in astonishment.

A few women, who secretly adored Mu Sihan, watched gleefully, waiting for him to kick the woman away.

The atmosphere was silent, tense, strange.

Nan Zhi’s knees felt as if they were about to shatter. She took a deep breath, cursing inwardly.

As she inhaled, the man on the sofa—originally handsome and aloof—grew a shade darker. His obsidian eyes flickered, and the hand holding the cigar clenched tighter. His other long, clean hand pressed to his jaw as he gazed at the woman beneath him, her hair spilling around, anger simmering in his eyes.

Nan Zhi clenched her molars and muttered unconsciously, “Damn, so hard.”

The floor was so hard her kneecaps felt crushed; she was sure the skin was broken and the pain was intense.

The expressions in the room grew even stranger.

What? So hard?

Many glanced over at the man.

The women who had coveted Mu Sihan for so long but had never gotten close to him could hardly believe it.

[They’d heard that Young Master Mu, despite his wealth and power, never touched women—because he was impotent!]

[The club was always full of beauties, but every time he came, he only drank with his brothers. Everyone guessed he was gay!]

[But now, how could he be hard for a woman with her face buried in his lap?]

[No, they absolutely didn’t believe it!]