Chapter 67: Mr. Mu, the "little rascal" you mentioned is my son
When Nan Zhi admitted she had someone she liked, Mu Sichan narrowed his dark, icy eyes. An inexplicable agitation surged in his chest.
Rarely would the fact that a woman had someone she liked stir such feelings in him. There was no woman who didn’t fall for his looks, yet she’d repeatedly told him she didn’t like him.
Damn!
It was as if he actually liked her!
Seeing his face darken and grow cold, Nan Zhi knew she’d angered him again. But matters of the heart had to be made clear early; otherwise, misunderstandings would only multiply.
“Mr. Mu, please don’t be angry. Listen to me…” After all, Nan Zhi had trained in broadcast hosting—her voice was highly versatile. Softened now, it sounded gentle and pleasant, like an invisible hand soothing Mu Sichan’s restless heart.
He looked at her, as if she were coaxing a child. His black eyes deepened, gazing at her inscrutably. “Do you think I like you?”
Nan Zhi parted her lips. “…No.”
He had said before that he only wanted her as his lover.
She wouldn’t fool herself into thinking he actually liked her.
A man like him, rich and powerful, was at best momentarily interested—wanting only to toy with her for a while.
“As long as you don’t,” Mu Sichan said, taking out his phone from his pocket. He opened WeChat, showing her a photo. “If that little brat hadn’t made me add you on WeChat and sent me a picture of you fresh out of the bath, do you think I’d have bothered to look at you?”
Nan Zhi saw the photo of herself in a camisole dress, towel in hand, drying her damp hair. Her lips twitched.
That little rascal, Nan Xiaokai!
He’d actually betrayed her behind her back!
She tried to delete the photo, but Mu Sichan withdrew his phone first.
He looked down at her with imperial arrogance, commanding, “Add me again.”
Nan Zhi was silent. Clearly, Nan Xiaokai, afraid she would find out, had deleted him again.
“Hurry up,” he barked impatiently.
His outburst made Nan Zhi’s heart tremble.
This kind of man—even with a handsome face—had a temper so foul it was hard to praise.
It proved that heaven is fair to everyone.
He had looks, but a terrible personality.
No one is perfect.
“Why add you? There’s nothing for us to talk about…” Before she could finish, he had already fished her phone out of her bag.
After adding himself, he tossed her phone back and ordered grimly, “Try blocking me again next time.”
Nan Zhi fell silent. Why did it feel like, no matter what she said, he never listened?
She’d told him she liked someone else to make him stop contacting her, but he—
Nan Zhi rubbed her forehead, feeling a headache coming on.
She’d always had suitors, and by right, had plenty of experience turning men down. But this hot-tempered man was the first she truly couldn’t figure out.
Closing her eyes in exhaustion, she finally said, “Mr. Mu, that little brat you mentioned is actually my son.”
Most young men, especially the wealthy and powerful, didn’t like single mothers—no one wanted the stigma.
In prestigious families, a woman’s purity and background mattered most.
She had neither now.
Mu Sichan glanced at her name, now back on his WeChat friends list, and curled his sensual lips. “So the brat is your son. What’s so unusual about that?”
Nan Zhi was stunned. Not the reaction she expected.
“I slept with a man when I was eighteen.”
Mu Sichan’s face darkened as he shot her a glare. “Do you still keep in touch with him?”
“No.”
“If he dares come looking for you again, I’ll ruin him!”