Chapter 39 - What Are You Sad about, Kitten? (1/2)

Chapter 39: What Are You Sad about, Kitten?

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

The old madam was almost seventy years old, yet she was still strong and full of vitality.

“Sihan, when will you bring grandma’s granddaughter-in-law home?” the old lady asked.

Mu Sihan put down his chopsticks and leaned against the back of the chair in a slow, yet wild manner. His deep black orbs stared at the pet.i.te woman sitting opposite of him, who focused only on eating her food.

He stared at her long, luscious eyelashes as her eyes looked down at her food. The tip of her tongue poked the insides of his cheek and raised his eyebrow slightly. The way he looked like he was holding back a smile, yet also was not smiling, made him look like a living devil.

Nan Zhi felt absolutely awkward from his unreserved gaze. Raising her eyes a little, she sent him a hidden glare, wanting to kick him under the table. Stop staring!

The man’s lips turned up into an evil smile at the sight of her having the gall to glare at him.

The old lady was drinking the soup when he heard Mu Sihan’s amused laughter. She looked at him in confusion. “You mischievous lad, what are you laughing at? Grandma is asking when you’ll bring my granddaughter-in-law home?”

Mu Sihan used the hand that he placed on the back of the chair to caress his lips. There seemed to still be the remnants the woman’s soft and refres.h.i.+ng fragrance lingering and he could taste the sweetness. He laughed wildly in a gangsterish manner, “Grandma, my little kitten will get angry if you ask about your granddaughter-in-law again.”

The older lady showed her confusion.

Nan Zhi felt guilty, completely afraid that the narcissist opposite of her would throw her under the bus, so to speak.

She had never been such a pushover, yet, in front of him, she couldn’t explain the inexplicable fear and desire to escape whenever she was in his presence. His aura was too oppressive, too domineering.

Nan Zhi sent a warning gaze to the man. He merely smirked back at her, “Little cook, why are you always staring at me?”

Nan Zhi almost choked to death on the rice that she had yet to swallow.

This person… was so unbelievably shameless!

From the way he sat, sprawled across the chair, his black s.h.i.+rt was moulded to his chest, making his chests appear tight and firm. His slender fingers that were placed on the back of the chair moved to his lips. The way his adam’s apple moved was wild, showy and unknowingly s.e.xy.