Hearing this, Nan Wan burst into laughter, showing no intention of getting up from the ground. She didn't even bother to smooth out the hair scattered across her cheeks, perfectly preserving the authenticity of the scene.
Casually, she spoke, "Alright... then just let him come out... scare me to death."
Liu An saw her unmoved, gritted his teeth, returned to the car, and looked back at the person in the back seat, "President Mu, we've encountered a scammer."
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The impeccably polished black leather shoes stepped on the ground, approaching slowly, each step taken extremely deliberately.
Nan Wan looked up, entering her line of sight was a blurry silhouette.
As he got closer, the silhouette also drew nearer, until it merged into one.
The dim and bright light flickered, casting shadows on the man's face, etching his deep contours and defined features.
Nan Wan fell into those ocean-deep eyes, seemingly intoxicated not by alcohol, but by those black pupils.
Meeting you for the first time is like the return of an old friend.
But at this moment, Nan Wan would not know that this man appearing in her life at this precise minute, this specific scene, had been long planned.
Nor could she imagine that in every day to follow, her hopes and disappointments would all originate from him.
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Speaking first always carries more momentum, so Nan Wan looked into his eyes without flinching and said four words, "You hit me."
Her voice was low, somewhat hoarse, and dissipated with the wind.
The man leaned down, took off his black suit jacket, draping it over Nan Wan, covering the exposed snow-white skin in the air.
"In half an hour there will be a torrential rain, if you don't want to be swept into the sewer, go home."
His voice was as deep as gravel scraping over a millstone, making it seem even more indifferent on such a night.
The jacket seemed to retain some warmth, the faint scent of mint lingering around, dispelling the smell of alcohol.
Compared to him, Nan Wan's current appearance was utterly disheveled.
Nan Wan curled her legs, placing her folded hands on her knees, resting her chin on the back of her hand, her cheeks blossoming with a bright smile, her eyes glistening with a watery gleam, deliberately coy, "Uncle, how about you take me home?"
Drunk in such a way, and bringing another man home, if lucky, might just infuriate someone to death.
Mu Jin Huan looked at the beautiful face in front of him, completely unable to reconcile it with the chubby image from his memory.
After a while, he raised his hand, gently brushing aside the stray hair on Nan Wan's cheek with his long fingers, then lightly touched the top of her head, "Be good, go home by yourself."
Such a gentle gesture gave Nan Wan a sense of déjà vu.
Someone who just got out of prison, how could they still be this good-looking, even if not scruffy, they should still be frail.
The newly appointed CEO of the Mu Family, although she hadn't met him, he was essentially the topic of conversation in Qing City recently, both good and bad, including those past stories in An City, all unearthed by the media.
Of course, none of this had anything to do with her.