Chapter 167 - Late Night Sweetness (2) (2/2)

Several black cars were following at a distance behind Mu Sihan. One of them drove alongside Mu Sihan and the chauffeur rolled down the window to ask cautiously, “Young Master Mu, do you want to get in?”

Mu Sihan pursed his thin lips and shook his head at the driver.

Like this, the man who could have reached the manor in half an hour by car, spent two hours walking to the manor with the woman sleeping soundly on his back.

…

Xiaojie ran out from his room when he heard sounds coming from downstairs.

“Uncle Cool, you went drinking with Pretty Zhizhi?” Xiaojie could smell the wine from a mile away.

Mu Sihan thought of how Nan Zhi had vomited in the car and grimaced. Putting her down on the bed, he went into the bathroom to fill the tub with warm water.

Xiaojie followed him inside and admonished him, “Uncle Cool, you want to bathe Pretty Zhizhi? You can’t, it’s improper for men and women to touch each other before marriage.”

After filling the tub, Mu Sihan turned to look at the little fellow. Raising his eyebrows, he said domineeringly, “What ‘improper to touch’? She…” He was about to say that he had seen her naked already, but then realized he should not say this to the brat. Pressing his lips into a thin line, he said instead. “Okay, I’ll get the servant to do it.”

Only, when the servant came, Xiaojie heard the man gave just one domineering command. “Just wash her. Don’t touch her and close your eyes when you’re was.h.i.+ng.”

The servant was pale with fright. She could not look or touch, just how was she going to wash Miss Nan?

…

The next day.

Nan Zhi woke up in pain.

It was bright outside and the sunlight s.h.i.+ning in seemed to pierce into her eyes with no mercy. Holding up one hand, she tried to block the glare, but felt that something was amiss.

What is it?

Throwing off the blanket, she found that she was not wearing anything. She looked around and realized that she was sleeping in an unknown guest room.

What happened yesterday?

She pounded her head with her tiny hands. Every time she got drunk, her memories would become fragmented and she would take a while to piece things together.

She stretched out her legs and did not feel any unusual discomfort, but… were her clothes taken off by that bad tempered man?