Chapter 24: So Mr. Mu Is…!!

Mo Jiu was one of Mu Zhihan's most capable assistants. In public he always wore a stern, unsmiling expression, and everyone who saw him would give way by three degrees—but few people knew that in private, his personality was extremely adorable.

Every time he saw Shen Xingman, it was like a mouse seeing a cat—frightened and cowering.

Shen Xingman: "Fork that Xu guy out of here. Looking at him annoys me."

Mo Jiu asked foolishly, "You mean Xu Ling?"

Shen Xingman nodded, her expression less severe. "Who else? Fork you out?"

Mo Jiu: "Okay, too—"

"???"

Shen Xingman stared at him without blinking. Try saying "too" one more time and see what happens.

Mo Jiu was so frightened he quickly shut his mouth, using the excuse of going to deal with that punk Xu Ling to flee in panic.

"This assistant had quite a powerful presence just now. How come he turns into a dopey fool the moment he sees you?" Qiao Yun couldn't help but complain. "Oh right, what was he trying to say just now? Too what?"

"Who knows."

"Manman, why do you always talk in riddles with me??"

Shen Xingman: "He said I was too pretty and blinded his titanium alloy dog eyes."

Qiao Yun: "???"

"Fine, you won't tell me, right? Then let me ask you again—who exactly is that Mr. Mu who wanted to ask you out? Is it your super impressive husband?"

Shen Xingman immediately retorted, "How is that possible? My husband's surname is Dog."

"……" Qiao Yun was greatly startled, her eyes wide as saucers. "The Gou with the grass radical on top?"

In high society circles, was there some big shot surnamed Gou?

"No, the dog from 'not a single thread out of place.'"

"……"

Qiao Yun's face froze.

"So why does he want to ask you out?" After going around in circles, Qiao Yun still steered the topic back to this question.

Only now did Shen Xingman realize that Qiao Yun wasn't just a curious baby—she was the ancestor of curious babies.

But this truly couldn't be blamed on Qiao Yun. It was honestly Mu Zhihan's face… sigh, it could be described as Nüwa's graduation project. Damn it, who wouldn't be moved seeing it?

The key was, he was also so good at flirting. Sometimes even Shen Xingman herself wasn't sure she could resist.

"Don't play mute with me. Hurry up and tell me who he is."

Shen Xingman's head ached from Qiao Yun's shaking, and finally, unable to hold out, she surrendered: "Aiya, aiya, I'll talk, I'll talk…"

Sighing, she helplessly extended her index finger and said in an extremely soft voice, "Look over there."

Her fingertip pointed toward the entrance—

Qiao Yun looked over curiously, and her gaze froze.

By the door stood a very tall, straight figure, with a physique comparable to an international model, dressed impeccably, exuding elegance from tie to shirt.

Beneath slightly curly black hair, deep peach-blossom eyes tilted slightly upward, carrying a careless nonchalance.

Especially that face, that face, that face…!!

So beautiful it blurred the line between male and female, so beautiful it made people feel every single strand of his hair had been meticulously crafted by the Creator…

He strode on his long legs, slowly entering the hall.

And at this very moment.

Qiao Yun's eyes went rigid, her eyeballs nearly popping out: "!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Holy crap!!!! My defenses are completely shattered, fam!!!! My defenses are completely shattered, fam!!!

"Manman! Manman!!!! You, you, hurry tell me, this, this isn't a dream… this, this definitely isn't a dream, I… I…" Qiao Yun grabbed Shen Xingman's hand, trembling.

The moment Shen Xingman opened her mouth, the atmosphere vanished: "I actually really wish this were a dream."

Because… she couldn't stand steady herself anymore either.

She couldn't just watch Mu Zhihan call her "wife" in public, could she? Wouldn't these women tear her to shreds in seconds? The road of life was already short—why did she have to take the shortcut?

"Manman, I'm going crazy, I—I'm really going crazy… A beauty actually wants to ask you out? Do you know him or something?" Qiao Yun was so excited she nearly spiraled into the sky. "So he quit the industry to go back and be a big boss—his suit is way too handsome."

"……" Shen Xingman swore she truly didn't know which question to answer first.

Of course, if you thought Qiao Yun was the only one going crazy, you'd be sorely mistaken.

"Wow, he's still so handsome!"

"See, I told you—even though he retired, you'd run into him someday. I didn't lie, did I?"

"I really want a boyfriend like him. I'd wake up laughing in my dreams."

"A boyfriend won't do—you have to snatch him home as a husband."

"Wuwuwuwu, I want to be his dog…" sobbing piteously.

Shen Xingman: "?"

So this was the real reason these heiresses came here.

Just to catch a glimpse of this face that Nüwa personally sculpted?

Tsk tsk, Shen Xingman looked at all these lovestruck mortals and couldn't help but grieve for their misfortune and rage at their lack of fight.

Young ladies, wake up a little.

This peerlessly handsome face of his and his ambition in bed were poles apart.

What ascetic beauty—it was all f***ing an act.

When he got ruthless, he wished Shen Xingman could never leave Jiaoyue Wan. Back then, it was exactly this face that had mesmerized her into losing her mind.

"Wuwuwu, it's true—heaven never seals off all exits. I said I'd see the beauty one more time before I died. The heavens really do love me—I'm the heavens' own biological daughter." Qiao Yun quietly pulled a tissue from the side and wiped away tears that didn't exist at all.

"If Miao Miao were here today, she'd perform the Bitter Tea Disappearance Technique on the spot…"

Shen Xingman: "……"

"Manman! Quick quick quick! Let's go over and say hello, okay? Didn't you say you had a date tonight? Why aren't you going over to see him?" Qiao Yun then started pulling hard at Shen Xingman.

Shen Xingman's inner thoughts: "Old sis, you're gonna hit me?"

"Please, dear, I really want to hear the beauty's voice, please please."

Shen Xingman gave herself a sigh: "I'll go later, he's probably busy dealing with people right now."

"Can we go now?" Qiao Yun pleaded pitifully, "If you don't help me, I'll really be heartbroken, okay?"

Here we come, here we come, the suffering-body stratagem is here.

Shen Xingman felt the fear of being controlled for the first time.

"Help! Why did Mu Zhihan suddenly appear here?"

Rather than greeting him publicly, she prefers to sneak home and play with him.

"Take this." Qiao Yun thoughtfully handed over a glass of red wine, smiling happily.

Shen Xingman pushed it away, "No thanks, let's just go."

Qiao Yun was over the moon: "!!!"

"Thank you, dear!!!"

—

Mu Zhihan always had an aloof, otherworldly aura, that icy and extraordinarily beautiful temperament, like a flower in the mirror, moon in the water—clearly present yet absent, clearly within reach yet unattainable.

In fact, he had only been here less than five minutes when he had already left the main hall; the guests outside had to stop by the screen, not daring to approach even a bit.

Only when Shen Xingman approached did the crowd make way for a small path.

Gently pushing aside the screen, the absolutely beautiful woman entered the inner area in a graceful, swaying manner.