Chapter 151: Taking a Stand (2)

Before Mu Sihan took a step forward, he gave a few instructions to Wei Lin behind him. Wei Lin, holding his phone, reentered the private room.

Mu Sihan’s sharp black eyes swept across the hall. Beneath his high, sculpted nose, his sensual thin lips were tightly pressed together, exuding an innate domineering and fierce aura that intimidated everyone present.

As he walked toward the stage, not a single person dared to speak.

Silence reigned.

Mu Sihan’s features were taut, his brows and eyes covered in a layer of cold frost, so ruthless it sent chills down the spine.

Nan Zhi watched the man who emerged with such overwhelming presence that he crushed the entire room underfoot. A complex emotion welled up in her chest.

She hadn’t expected a man she had desperately tried to avoid would suddenly stand up to defend her!

Wasn’t he supposed to be the exclusive sponsor for Lin Wanyue?

Mu Sihan’s handsome, perfect face revealed no expression, but the eyes fixed on her were unusually dark and profound, like two whirlpools ready to draw her deep inside.

No wonder he had a bad temper, yet many women were infatuated with him.

Sometimes, he truly was very charming.

Biting her lip, Nan Zhi averted her gaze, her delicate, beautiful cheeks inexplicably flushed.

Nan Yao, witnessing the godlike man who seemed to have descended from the heavens, kept opening and closing her mouth in astonishment, as if it could fit an egg.

She shook her head repeatedly in disbelief. This was impossible. If this man wasn’t kept by a wealthy woman, how could he have money and power based solely on his own ability? How could he possibly fancy Nan Zhi?

Nan Zhi had an illegitimate child—didn’t that bother him at all?

Looking at his sharp, cold features, tall and strong physique, and the arrogant and aloof aura he exuded as he moved, Nan Yao couldn’t find a single flaw that made him inferior to Fu Shaoxiu.

Fu Shaoxiu had only sponsored her show with eighty million, while this man casually offered three hundred million at a single word!

Nan Yao felt as if her heart were shattering.

Zhuang Jingjing and Yu Xiaoting were equally incredulous. How could Nan Zhi have found such a young and handsome benefactor?

And he was so generous to her!

It truly made them envious, jealous, and resentful...

Mu Sihan reached the stage. Lin Wanyue was the first to react. Her eyes were moist with tears, filled with grievance and sorrow as she stepped forward, “Young Master Mu...”

Lin Wanyue tried to hold Mu Sihan’s arm, but before she could touch him, his cold, ruthless gaze frightened her into taking a step back.

Mu Sihan bypassed Lin Wanyue and walked toward Nan Zhi. His jawline was tightly clenched, his facial contours sharp as if carved by a knife. Nan Zhi knew he was angry.

But in such a setting, he didn’t lose his temper; instead, he used an utterly indifferent aura to intimidate everyone present.

Stopping two steps away from Nan Zhi, Mu Sihan’s dark eyes fixed deeply on her, his brows tightly knit. Nan Zhi thought he was about to yell at her. She slumped her shoulders, bracing herself for a scolding.

Perhaps spooked by his pressure, she instinctively reminded herself not to confront him head-on whenever he got angry.

Besides, she noticed that although he was domineering and unreasonable, he seemed to respond better to softness than to hardness.

Unexpectedly, he didn’t shout. Instead, he raised his long, slender hand and gently patted the top of her head. Then he stood in front of her, shielding her behind his tall, upright figure.

His dark, deep eyes scanned the other sponsors in the hall. His dim gaze landed on a few individuals. “Who wants to see her strip?”

The man who had shouted the loudest before, Mr. Zhou, was in the prime of his youth, and his father was a notorious nouveau riche. Money was never scarce in their family. Fearless by nature, Mr. Zhou stiffened his neck in response to Mu Sihan’s challenge. Though somewhat intimidated, he still retorted, “I said it. That woman’s had children already—what’s she pretending to be, some chaste lady? And you, what’s so great about your money? I’ve never seen you around Ning City. Where did you come from, some demolition contractor? Three hundred million? Don’t go and squander your family’s demolition compensation on a slut!”

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