Chapter 34: As You Wish

Nan Zhi walked to the entrance of the dining room and glanced toward the living room.

She saw a tall, imposing figure step in from the foyer. Immaculately pressed trousers hugged his long, straight legs; a black V-neck shirt revealed a hint of collarbone and chest—sexy and untamed. His stride was languid, the very image of an elegant leopard, his entire being radiating an aura of effortless dominance.

Nan Zhi's gaze landed on the man's perfectly handsome face, shadowed by short black hair. Her thick lashes trembled; she quickly shrank back and slipped into the kitchen.

Heavens!

Was she seeing things?

Could the beloved grandson the old lady spoke of really be that lunatic?

Last night, he’d told her not to let him see her again. Though she hadn’t come here on purpose today, with his arrogance and vanity, would he think she was here for him?

Nan Zhi slapped her forehead, willing herself to calm down.

She found a chef’s hat and a mask in the kitchen, arming herself fully. Just as she finished, a cold, impatient male voice sounded behind her. “Bring me a bottle of water.”

Nan Zhi…Was he talking to her?

Perhaps because she didn’t respond, the man standing at the door began striding into the kitchen himself.

Standing before the refrigerator, Nan Zhi didn’t have to turn around to feel the overwhelming aura he brought with him as he approached. The pressure was intense.

Just as he was about to reach her, she deftly opened the fridge, grabbed a bottle of mineral water, and handed it back to him without turning around.

Mu Sihan took the bottle, his eyes lowering lazily. A slender, fair nape came into view as his gaze swept over the woman standing with her back to him. Chef’s hat on her head, a pullover sweatshirt and white leggings hugged her frame—her legs slender and straight.

Mu Sihan let out a low curse.

He twisted the cap open and downed all 555ml in one go.

Hearing the sound of him guzzling water behind her, Nan Zhi’s mouth twitched. No wonder his grandmother said his stomach was ruined—serves him right, she thought.

Lost in her silent complaints, she was startled when the now-empty bottle suddenly struck the back of her head. It didn’t really hurt, but it gave her a fright.

She reflexively took two steps back, only to accidentally step on the rolling bottle. Just as she was about to fall, a long, strong arm reached out to catch her, wrapping tightly around her slender waist.

Nan Zhi’s breath caught. One shoulder pressed against the man’s solid, warm chest. At her ear was a devilishly cold, amused voice: “Had enough fun, woman?”

Before Nan Zhi could respond, his other elegant hand yanked off her chef’s hat and mask.

He looked down at her, black eyes sharp as blades, lips curled with judgment and mockery.

Nan Zhi frowned, finally coming to her senses. Annoyed, she said, “Let go of me.”

Mu Sihan’s dark eyes grew deeper as he looked at her, a mocking smirk playing on his lips. “Let you go?”

“Yes.”

The corner of Mu Sihan’s mouth lifted with cold indifference. “As you wish.”

With that, the large hand at her waist released her.

The moment he let go, Nan Zhi was sure to fall. She’d always feared pain since she was young; instinctively, as he released her, she grabbed the collar of his shirt, just managing to steady herself before his big hand pressed heavily on her shoulder.

In the next instant, her slender body was slammed hard against the refrigerator.

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