Chapter 63: The Stunning Beauty of Young Master Mu

In less than ten minutes, Wei Lin, ever efficient, emerged from the television station.

Looking at the man in the sports car, exhaling smoke, sunglasses perched on his face, his features striking and rebellious, Wei Lin felt his heart involuntarily skip a beat.

He had worked alongside Mr. Mu for several years, and even now, he was still occasionally stunned by the man’s looks…

Fortunately, he wasn’t interested in men; otherwise, even if he was infatuated with Mr. Mu’s face to the point of obsession, it would only end in heartbreak.

Behind those sunglasses, Mu Sihan’s long, dark, cold eyes slanted toward Wei Lin, and his seductive lips parted with a chilly warning, “Do you still want your eyes?”

Wei Lin covered his mouth with a fist and coughed lightly, then smiled. “I was just thinking, there probably isn’t a woman in this world who could resist your legendary good looks, Mr. Mu.”

Mu Sihan’s gaze grew colder. “I’m not a woman, and don’t talk about legendary good looks. Get to the point.”

Wei Lin quickly relayed the information he had gathered at the station.

Upon hearing it, Mu Sihan removed his sunglasses, his eyes narrowing dangerously, a faint, reckless curve at the corner of his lips giving him an air of wild danger. “Go find Mayor Wen and tell him: if he does as I say, I’ll increase my investment in Ning City.”

Wei Lin carefully weighed the meaning behind Mu Sihan’s words. “Do you want Miss Fu to stay in the police station a bit longer?”

“If someone bullies my woman, I can’t let her off easily.”

Wei Lin shivered unexpectedly. He couldn’t help but think of the first time Mr. Mu met Miss Nan, acting all aloof and indifferent.

Perhaps seeing through Wei Lin’s thoughts, Mu Sihan slammed the file on his lap straight into Wei Lin’s arms. “She was the one who provoked me first!”

Wei Lin wiped the cold sweat from his brow. Working for such a temperamental boss was no easy task!

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After Fu Shaoxiu posted bail for Fu Sijing at the police station, Nan Yao returned to the TV station.

Along with Nan Zhi and two other newly hired colleagues, she finished touring the station, then followed Nan Zhi downstairs.

In the lobby, Nan Yao finally lost her patience and said coldly, “Sijing will be out of the police station soon—Brother Shaoxiu will take care of it. Nan Zhi, in today’s world, if you have money and status, there’s nothing you can’t do.”

Nan Zhi didn’t bother to respond and walked ahead, her expression frosty.

“Nan Zhi, I’m going to tell Dad about this. You bullied my cousin. Once he knows, even if you passed the interview, he won’t let you work here.”

Nan Zhi gave a short, scornful laugh. “When water is too clear, there are no fish; when a person is too shameless, nothing can stop them.”

Nan Yao’s face turned ashen. She stared at Nan Zhi’s tall, slender figure, and, as if recalling something, continued, “On my birthday, Dad gave me a Maserati. You don’t look like you have a car. Do you want a ride home with me?”

Nan Zhi pressed her lips together, a sharp pain in her chest.

Back when Nan Wei Ye spoiled her, the thing she wanted most was a Maserati, and he promised to buy her one when she turned eighteen.

In the end, though, he and Nan Yao’s mother destroyed her innocence together.

“No need. Someone’s coming to pick me up.”

Nan Zhi spotted a Lykan Hypersport parked not far away. Acting on impulse, she walked straight over.

Nan Yao looked around but saw no car waiting for Nan Zhi, sneering inwardly at her bravado and hypocrisy—until she watched Nan Zhi open the door of that ultra-luxury sports car, one of only a handful in the world, a car that made her own Maserati look worthless in comparison.

Was Nan Zhi really being kept by the owner of that sports car?

Nan Yao hurried forward, eager to get a look at this “old man,” but the car roared away with a thunderous growl, leaving her in a cloud of exhaust.