Chapter 92: Assertive (2)

Nan Zhi stared in disbelief at the man who had tied her up. His handsome face was as cold as ice, and his dark eyes surged with searing anger. Terrified, her pupils shrank; she had no idea what she had done to provoke him. Her complexion turned pale, and her legs grew weak without her realizing it.

Before those who schemed to trap her, she could keep her wits about her. But ever since this man had once squeezed her throat, she couldn’t control her fear whenever she saw him. No matter how dissatisfied she felt, whenever she faced him, she always tried to restrain her emotions and avoid provoking him.

But what was he doing now? What gave him the right to tie her up?

She struggled to climb off the bed, but as soon as she propped herself up, his hand pressed firmly on her shoulder. He stood beside the bed, broad shoulders slightly hunched, three buttons undone on his shirt, exposing glimpses of his chest. The scent of alcohol clung heavily to him; Nan Zhi assumed he was drunk and acting out. She took several deep breaths, forcing herself to remain calm. “Young Master Mu, let me go first. I’ll make you some tea to sober up.”

He acted as if he hadn’t heard her, glaring at her with a shadowed face, his thin lips pressed into a hard line. Suddenly, the hand on her shoulder tightened, tearing open her nightgown. A swath of snowy skin was exposed.

Nan Zhi’s long lashes quivered. After reaching the peak of anger, she no longer felt fear, nor did she remember that he was manic. Her face cold, she shouted at him furiously, “Are you insane? What did I do to offend you? If you dare touch me, I swear I’ll fight you to the death!”

She was fierce, but he was fiercer. He glared at her coldly and snapped with extreme displeasure, “Stop pretending to be a chaste heroine. Didn’t you just sleep with a man last night? How much did Fu pay you? I’ll pay double, or ten times—”

He hadn’t finished speaking when she suddenly kicked him hard in the abdomen with all her strength, fueled by fury. Even Mu Si Han staggered back a step. But only a step; he steadied himself immediately, his deep black eyes staring at Nan Zhi in disbelief, as if he hadn’t expected her to dare kick him.

Nan Zhi knew how strong her kick was. She was surprised he managed to steady himself after just one step, and her panic and fear only intensified. She became tense all over, like a bowstring about to snap.

She closed her reddened eyes, shifted the video aside, no longer looking at him. “Fu Shaoxiu and I did nothing. Believe it or not, it’s up to you.”

A cold laugh escaped the man’s furious face. “Nothing? Alvis saw you enter room 8088 with his own eyes. I heard with my own ears the sounds you made with Fu Shaoxiu. And this morning, I saw you go into the pharmacy. So, you’re promiscuous but won’t admit it?”

Nan Zhi’s red eyes fell back on him.

Four years ago, Fu Shaoxiu didn’t believe her, convinced she shamelessly seduced another man. After she became pregnant and gave birth, not a single man was willing to believe she had kept herself pure. As a single mother, she endured countless rumors and whispers—no one knew it better than she did.

In men’s eyes, she was a temptress, lacking self-respect—any man could have her. Young Master Mu thought exactly the same; he never cared about her feelings, and would force a kiss at any moment.

Now, he had come in the middle of the night to humiliate her again.

Nan Zhi thought she was strong enough, having learned not to be affected by others long ago. Yet at this moment, she realized she was still not immune to every poison.

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