Chapter 51: No Lipstick

Nan Zhi's delicate brows were tightly knit, her small face cupped in his hands so she couldn't escape. She could only watch helplessly as his handsome, unruly face drew closer. His seductive, thin lips sealed hers, a clean scent tinged with a faint whiff of cigar enveloping her. Disgusted, Nan Zhi closed her eyes; she knew that if she resisted him, if she confronted him head-on, she might not be able to leave the car today. This interview was too important for her—she could not miss it.

After he pressed his lips against hers, his dark eyes, cold and deep as an icy pool, gazed at her. There was not much passion in their depths, only a hint of mischief. Her stiff body and the reaction on her face did not lie. She truly disliked being touched by him. It was amusing—before, only women tried every means to stick close to him, but she was interesting, enduring everything just to avoid him.

Perhaps because she wore lipstick today, he didn't kiss her deeply. After biting softly at her lips a few times, he released her. Her lipstick now stained his cold, sharply defined lips, making his handsome, wild face appear even more unruly and bold, with an added touch of inexplicable allure. Even if Nan Zhi disliked him, she had to admit he possessed the charm capable of making women surrender and fall.

He was indeed striking and cool. Especially those deep black eyes—when they fixed on someone with such intensity, it was easy to feel as if one was cherished and pampered by him. Fortunately, he was not her type. Mu Sihan lifted his large hand, curled his index finger, and scraped the corner of her lips. "Next time you see me, don't wear lipstick."

Nan Zhi cursed him as a pervert in her heart. Whether she wore lipstick or not was none of his concern. She hoped to make things clear after her interview so they would never meet again. When he let her go, an idea suddenly flashed in her mind—a perfect plan to make him detest her in the future.

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Stepping out of the car and breathing in fresh air, Nan Zhi felt as if she had been reborn. Fearing he might change his mind and chase after her, she jogged toward the television station. She did not notice that the Lykan Hypersport behind her followed at a leisurely pace.

Mu Sihan lowered the car window, a pair of sunglasses perched on his tall nose. Watching Nan Zhi's hurried retreat, his thin lips curled into a faintly mischievous smile.

Just as Nan Zhi was about to reach the entrance of the television station, two slender figures approached arm-in-arm.

Nan Yao and Fu Sixing, Fu Shaoxiu's younger sister.

Fu Sixing had never liked Nan Zhi. When Nan Zhi transferred to Fu Sixing's school during junior high, the class monitor, whom Fu Sixing had secretly adored, began to care for and help Nan Zhi, smiling only at her. Later, when he confessed, Nan Zhi rejected him, breaking his heart. After graduating, Fu Sixing never knew where the monitor had gone.

"Stupid bitch!" Fu Sixing gritted her teeth at the sight of Nan Zhi's exquisitely beautiful face. "Thankfully my brother saw her true colors and dumped her back then. Otherwise, if she married into our family, she’d probably turn my brother’s head into a lush pasture!"

Looking at Nan Zhi in the distance, Fu Sixing’s face was full of disdain and her eyes coldly mocking. "Yao Yao, why don’t you tell your father not to let Nan Zhi into the station? If she succeeds in the interview, she’ll be our colleague in the future. How disgusting!"

Nan Yao remained silent.

Seeing Nan Zhi ignore her, Fu Sixing followed her gaze to the street—only to spot a super cool, flashy luxury sports car. "Wow, I can't believe we’re seeing a Lykan Hypersport in Ning City." The sunlight was a bit harsh, making it difficult for Fu Sixing to see who was driving. She curled her lips. "Anyone who can afford this globally limited sports car is probably some middle-aged uncle with a beer belly!"

None of Ning City’s young heirs, including her brother, could afford a car of that caliber.

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