Chapter 75: Standing Up for Her
Mu Sihan grabbed Nan Zhi by the arm and dragged her to the cashier’s counter. The cashier, seeing the three security guards beaten so badly, looked somewhat pale, but she didn’t think she’d done anything wrong. Facing the man’s gloomy gaze, she braced herself and said, “Sir, this lady couldn’t pay for her meal. I explained things to her, and she splashed water all over my face.”
She pointed at the bottle of red wine Nan Zhi had tried to return, her expression full of disdain. “We have rules here. Any drinks ordered can’t be returned…”
Mu Sihan curled his lips, his eyes cold and sinister as he stared at the cashier. “Open this bottle.”
Under his powerful and oppressive aura, the cashier took a bottle opener and removed the cork.
“Sir, I can talk to the manager and maybe give you a further discount—”
“Good. Very good.” Mu Sihan’s dark eyes narrowed, his expression unfathomable.
Hearing his words, the cashier felt a surge of relief. Just moments ago, she’d feared he might have his bodyguards beat her up.
Working as a cashier at such a high-end restaurant, she was naturally quite attractive herself.
As she sat down again to recalculate the bill, she blushed, stealing another glance at Mu Sihan.
This man was even taller and more handsome than Young Master Fu!
Young Master Fu already had a fiancée, but if she could attract the attention of this man, that wouldn’t be so bad—
Just as the cashier was lost in her daydreams, a sudden chill descended from above.
Before she could react, a wet, icy stream poured over her head, soaking her face, chin, and clothes.
Nan Zhi, standing beside Mu Sihan, watched in astonishment as he upended the bottle of red wine and emptied the crimson liquid onto the cashier’s head.
After finishing one bottle, he ordered his bodyguards to open the rest of the red wine behind the counter, pouring each one over the cashier in turn.
Terrified, the cashier collapsed into her chair, not even daring to scream.
It wasn’t until the manager arrived, fired the cashier, and apologized repeatedly to Mu Sihan and Nan Zhi that the ordeal ended.
Mu Sihan gave the manager no leeway. “Put that Fu fellow on the blacklist, or I’ll smash up your whole restaurant.”
The cashier didn’t know Mu Sihan, but the manager certainly did. He was the only member to ever receive the Supreme VIP card at this establishment—whenever he dined here, everything was complimentary.
When Mu Sihan stuffed Nan Zhi into his sports car, her ears were still ringing with his irritated shout, “How can you be so stupid? If you don’t have money, why didn’t you come back to the private room and find me? As stubborn as a bull, no wonder you’re always bullied outside.”
Nan Zhi pursed her lips.
He’d deliberately ordered the most expensive dishes and hadn’t so much as touched his chopsticks—wasn’t that intentionally making things difficult for her?
And he still had the nerve to call her stupid!
“If you don’t bully me, I’ll thank heaven and earth,” Nan Zhi muttered, shifting closer to the car window, putting distance between herself and the furious man.
Mu Sihan started the car and drove onto the street, his face taut and his tone curt. “I haven’t eaten.”
Nan Zhi responded with a simple “Oh.”
Though the cashier at that restaurant was unpleasant, the chef’s cooking was actually quite good.
“That’s all you have to say?” He glared at the back of her head, his dark eyes nearly blazing. “I said I haven’t eaten.”
Nan Zhi was tempted to retort, ‘You didn’t eat because you chose not to—what does that have to do with me?’ But remembering how ruthless he could be when punishing others, she swallowed her words and calmly replied, “You can drop me off by the roadside. When you get home, have the servants make you something.”
Mu Sihan’s jaw tightened, and he enunciated each word, “I want to eat what you cook!”