Chapter 46: Leaving the Private Room

At the 1997 Club.

Mu Sic Han stared at the silent WeChat chat box for a long time. He moved his finger, stingily typing a single symbol: ?

He wanted to ask that woman what she really meant.

After clicking send.

A line popped up in the chat box: Message sent but rejected by the recipient.

???

Mu Sic Han was usually busy with work and had only a few friends on WeChat, so he didn’t quite understand what this meant.

But his expression was clearly less than pleasant.

Lan Yan Zhi was in the private room, rubbing his leg where Mu Sic Han had kicked him. Suddenly, with a loud bang, the heavy door was kicked open by someone in a fit of rage.

Everyone in the room was startled, looking toward the source of the noise.

A tall figure stood there, casting a dreadful shadow. His already intimidatingly handsome face was now filled with a chilling, violent anger.

"Lan Yan Zhi, get out here."

Lan Yan Zhi quickly left the private room.

The two stood in the corridor, Mu Sic Han leaning back against the wall.

Lan Yan Zhi lit the cigar clamped between the lips of the moody young master.

Mu Sic Han took a few drags, exhaling pale smoke.

"Fourth Brother, what’s got into you tonight? You’re far too young for a midlife crisis!" His temper had never been great, but tonight he was losing it more than usual.

Mu Sic Han narrowed his dark eyes, an icy, penetrating look, "What does it mean when you send a WeChat message but it gets rejected?"

Lan Yan Zhi let out an ‘ah’ of realization.

He straightened up, replying seriously, "Fourth Brother, my throat’s a bit scratchy. Let me turn away and cough."

He turned his head, unable to hold back a grin.

The muscles on his face were twitching with laughter—if not for the overwhelming fury radiating from the man behind him, Lan Yan Zhi would have burst out laughing.

"Lan—Yan—Zhi!"

"Fourth Brother, to be honest, you’ve been blocked." Lan Yan Zhi finished, and before Mu Sic Han could explode, he darted into the bathroom and locked the door.

With a ‘bang’, Mu Sic Han threw his phone to the floor, his expression darkening even further.

Fine. Very fine.

That woman wants to play games with him?

He would let her taste what it felt like to be played.

Before confronting Nan Zhi, Mu Sic Han took a business trip.

When he returned to Ning City, several days had passed.

At the private airstrip, he stepped off the plane in a black overcoat. His tailored trousers hugged his long, impressive legs; the deep blue shirt was unbuttoned at the top three buttons, revealing a refined, sensual collarbone.

He removed his sunglasses and tossed them to his assistant, Wei Lin, then strode toward the lykan hypersport parked nearby.

Butler Yifan stood by the car, opening the door for him.

As if remembering something, Mu Sic Han asked before getting in, "Has the phone I broke been fixed?"

Yifan respectfully handed him the phone, "Young Master, it’s already been repaired."

Mu Sic Han took the phone, opened WeChat, and glanced at it.

Still, nothing.

His seductive, scarlet lips pressed tightly into a straight line.

…

At the TV station’s second round of auditions, Nan Zhi woke up before dawn.

After washing and changing, Xiaokai climbed out of the hospital bed, half-asleep, and gave Nan Zhi a cheer-up gesture, "Beautiful Zhi Zhi, I’ll be waiting for your good news!"

Nan Zhi kissed Xiaokai’s forehead, full of confidence as she shouldered her bag and left.

But as soon as she reached the hospital entrance, a luxurious, flashy sports car shot toward her like an arrow loosed from a bow.

Nan Zhi was so startled she quickly retreated backward.