Chapter 66: To Tell the Truth

The person who grabbed his finger moved so quickly that before he could react, a sharp pain shot through his hand.
“Damn—” the man howled in agony, his face pale, features contorted.
His finger was cruelly snapped, and he curled up, ready to curse, but when he looked up at the tall man before him—who loomed like a devil, fierce and cold—fear seized him.
Withdrawing his broken finger in pain, his lips trembled.
He had lived thirty years, usually quite tough, believing himself fearless, but this man’s black eyes were icy, his face sinister, his whole body radiated a chilling, bloodthirsty brutality that made one instinctively afraid.
“What did you just call her?” Mu Sihan flexed his fist, joints cracking as he loosened his muscles, his expression dark and menacing.
The man instinctively stepped back, staring at Mu Sihan as if he were the King of Hell, his voice trembling, “Your car blocked the road…”
“I’ll block it if I want to. So what, do you have a problem?”
The car was locked, Nan Zhi couldn’t get out. She looked at the man standing there, dressed impeccably in black, tall and upright, his handsome face defiant and cold, arrogant as a warlord.
Nan Zhi was a little surprised—how could there be such a person?
Clearly, he was in the wrong—
The cursing man had obviously lost his nerve in front of him, looking terrified and desperate not to get beaten.
Through the gap, Nan Zhi called to Mu Sihan, “Don’t fight, let’s go.”

Her voice was clear and crisp, like a cool spring beneath the blazing sun, and the man’s gloomy expression instantly improved.
But Mu Sihan remained where he was, pointing at the man, “Apologize to her.”
The man wouldn’t dare object; he bowed to Nan Zhi, “I cursed at you. I’m sorry.”
Nan Zhi: “…”
Mu Sihan returned to the sports car, tossing a tube of ointment to Nan Zhi with a bad attitude, “He insulted you and you didn’t talk back?”
Nan Zhi muttered softly, “Actually, you were wrong for parking here in the first place.”
“I’ll park wherever I like.”
He wore a sullen face, utterly arrogant.
Nan Zhi had nothing to say to such an overbearing egotist.
She lowered her eyes, looking at the ointment he had tossed onto her lap, and picked it up to read the instructions.
Promotes blood circulation and reduces swelling.
She glanced at him suspiciously, “Did you just get out to buy this for me?”
Mu Sihan turned, his dark eyes so deep they seemed ready to devour her. After a moment, he snorted coldly, “I just don’t want to see your ugly swollen face spoil my appetite.”

Nan Zhi: “…” She knew nothing good would come out of his mouth.
“Apply it three times a day.”
Nan Zhi responded quietly.
“Apply it now.”
Nan Zhi said, “I’ll do it when I get home.”
Mu Sihan said no more. He parked in front of a private restaurant, unfastened his seatbelt, but didn’t get out. Instead, he snatched the ointment from Nan Zhi’s hand, leaned over, and applied it to her swollen face.
He moved too quickly for Nan Zhi to stop him.
She sat rigid, watching his enlarged face—still devastatingly handsome—and his lashes, longer than a woman’s when lowered. Holding her breath, she remembered the long dress she wore and said, “Young Master Mu, Alvis gave me clothes—was that at your request?”
Mu Sihan finished applying the ointment, looking at her up close, his sword-like brows rising slightly, “Why?”
“I don’t know what you see in me, but I don’t want to hide it from you. I actually have someone I like.”
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