Chapter 22: He Commands Her

This young master must be incredibly, incredibly, incredibly wealthy! Every piece of clothing in the wardrobe was the latest release from top luxury brands, some even limited editions that people around the world fought desperately to obtain. Nan Zhi mused silently to herself: this young master must have had countless women, surely. Pulling out any one outfit from his wardrobe would cost well over six figures.

"Mr. Yi, I'm fine wearing my own clothes..." Nan Zhi said.

Yi Fan noticed that Nan Zhi, upon seeing all these garments, showed none of the greed or admiration he was used to seeing from young, beautiful women confronted with such luxury. He was a bit surprised; it was rare indeed for a girl not to be interested in such extravagance.

"The young master has given his instructions, miss. You must not disobey."

Suppressing the anger rising in her chest, Nan Zhi gritted her teeth and nodded, "Fine. I'll do as your young master says."

She was determined to find out exactly what he intended to do with her.

Nan Zhi selected a dark green dress. After her bath, Yi Fan, waiting outside, led her to the door of a grand, utterly luxurious bedroom on the second floor. Yi Fan knocked three times, then pushed open the door and invited Nan Zhi inside.

The master bedroom was decorated in a cold, hard style, dominated by black, gray, and white tones. Aside from a few palace paintings on the walls—pieces she didn't quite understand—the rest of the decor radiated an aloof and noble status. Even the richest man in Ning City would have to look up to this man! Who was he, really?

Had so much changed among the wealthy elite of Ning City in just the four years she'd been abroad?

Perhaps having heard the commotion, the tall man standing before the sprawling floor-to-ceiling window with a 180-degree view turned around. He was still dressed in that white casual suit, but the bright red stain on his right thigh was alarmingly conspicuous.

Nan Zhi couldn't understand why, after returning, he hadn't bothered to change his pants.

His eyes were dark as ink, cold and unreadable as he gazed at her. His handsome, unruly face betrayed no emotion at all; he was like a chill wind from the underworld. He stared at Nan Zhi for a few seconds, then suddenly strode toward her with long, purposeful steps.

The cold pressure emanating from him made Nan Zhi instinctively take two steps back. Noticing her retreat, the man suddenly reached out; before she could dodge, his arm encircled her waist, tightening around her. With a pull and a tug, she was drawn up against his chest.

Her soft chest was pressed firmly against his hard torso. Her hands, hanging at her sides, clenched tightly as she silently reminded herself not to be rash, not to fight back. Otherwise, she would surely be the one to suffer.

He lowered his head, his cold, thin lips brushing against her ear as his deep, hoarse voice slid into her ear canal, "Take them off for me."

Nan Zhi's long lashes trembled.

Take what off?

"Hurry up," he said, his voice growing darker and increasingly impatient.

Nan Zhi cursed him twice in her heart, lifted her head, and met his gloomy black eyes. "Take off what?"

Mu Sihan glanced down at her, trying to discern whether she was genuinely confused or just playing dumb. Confronted with her clear, slightly bewildered eyes, he frowned minutely. "My pants."

Nan Zhi's eyes widened in shock, as if he had just uttered something utterly unthinkable.

She had her period—was he really going to...

Did he think that just because he was rich, he could do as he pleased?

"Don't you find it disgusting?" Nan Zhi, whose usually good temperament had nearly been worn away by this young master, took a deep breath, her face frosty. "Young Master Mu, I am on my period."

He stared at her strained expression and coldly commanded, "Take them off."

His tone was domineering, leaving her no room for protest.

Nan Zhi's delicate brows knit into a tight frown.

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