Chapter 47: Overbearing and Arrogant

When there were only three or four centimeters left between her and the roaring sports car, it finally screeched to a halt. Through the windshield, Nan Zhi glimpsed the man in the driver’s seat, and every hair on her body stood on end.

She blinked, certain she must be seeing things.

Wasn’t that Mu Sihan, the one with the notorious temper?

Since their unpleasant encounter at his grandmother’s house, they hadn’t spoken for days. She had assumed there would never be any reason for their paths to cross again.

After all, a man as aloof and unattainable as him could never be wanting for female company.

Mu Sihan cut the engine and, lowering his head, lit a cigar. The curl of smoke escaping from his thin lips carried an air of dangerous allure.

Nan Zhi tore her gaze away, pretending not to see him and headed toward the bus stop. As luck would have it, an empty taxi pulled up. She flagged it down and hurried into the passenger seat, buckling her seatbelt and quickly giving the driver her address.

Just as the driver was about to start the car, a thunderous crash erupted. The car shuddered violently.

The driver knocked his forehead against the steering wheel. After a moment of stupefied silence, he muttered, his features twisted in confusion, “Was that an earthquake?”

Nan Zhi was still reeling, her heart pounding. Before she could make sense of what had happened, the car door was yanked open from outside.

A strong hand seized her arm, dragging her out.

The driver, seeing his passenger forcibly taken, scrambled out after her. “Hey, what do you think you’re doing? I thought it was an earthquake, but it was you who crashed into my car—” He broke off mid-sentence, eyes bulging as he caught sight of the luxury sports car that had slammed into his vehicle.

Everyone knew: for a car like that, even the smallest part had to be custom-ordered from overseas, at a price he could never afford even with a lifetime of taxi driving.

Was this man mad, using such an expensive car to ram into his?

Anyone who could drive such a limited-edition vehicle was clearly not someone he could afford to provoke. The driver didn’t dare to demand compensation—he could only hope the man wouldn’t make trouble for him.

Nan Zhi was shoved into the sports car by the man, whose face was dark with fury.

She struggled to get out, but he roared at her, arrogant and wild, “Get into another one and I’ll crash into it too!”

Nan Zhi clenched her teeth, her delicate features icy cold. “Did I dig up your ancestors’ graves in a past life? Why are you always out to get me?”

Mu Sihan circled to the driver’s seat, brows drawn in a stormy line, casting a sharp glance at her crisp, professional attire. “You really don’t know what you’ve done?”

The chiseled line of his jaw was taut, as if he could ignite the air with the fire simmering off him.

Nan Zhi thought she’d made everything clear the last time at his grandmother’s house. She truly didn’t know what she had done to make him so persistently misunderstand her.

But this was hardly the time for explanations—she was in a hurry to make her second interview.

She had barely avoided missing the first round due to being late; there was no way she could risk being late for the next.

“If you won’t let me take a taxi, then please at least drive me to the TV station,” she said.

Mu Sihan snorted coldly. “You think I’ll just drive you because you ask? Am I your personal chauffeur?”

Nan Zhi said nothing—after all, she wasn’t the one clinging to his car.

She looked into his deep, obsidian eyes that seemed capable of swallowing her whole. Her white teeth pressed against her lip. “What do you want from me?”

He remained silent, his jaw rigid with anger and displeasure.

Nan Zhi had no idea what she’d done to provoke him. As he continued to sit there, unmoving, sweat broke out across her forehead in anxious beads.

With a flutter of her long lashes, her eyes darted in thought.

Suddenly recalling something, she hurriedly fished a piece of candy from her pocket.

Every time Xiao Kai finished his medicine, she rewarded him with a sweet, so she’d gotten into the habit of carrying candy with her at all times.

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Midnight.