Chapter 25: Not a Single Good Thing

There are few people here, but at a glance, those few are top-tier big shots in the business world.

Especially the man by the window, whose stature commands respect akin to an uncrowned king.

She remained silent; the man noticed the fragrance and automatically swept his gaze over.

Usually in front of Shen Xingman he always appears gentle, but now the man exudes a cold aura, his sickly pale face revealing sharp, handsome angles, a pair of affectionate, narrow peach-blossom eyes whose pupils hide a sharp edge, like a hawk in the night.

His collarbone is delicate, the collarbone hollow unusually deep, giving a fragile impression; with the necklace adorning his neck, he looks like a restrained beauty, sensual and alluring.

Shen Xingman recalled that this necklace was a gift from her.

"You came?"

His voice was like black velvet, gently stirring the calm lake surface, soft and entrancing, with a power to captivate the heart.

Shen Xingman's arrival gave him a hint of worldly warmth; he was no longer as aloof and cold as before.

"Mr. Mu, is this your companion?" a big shot beside the man said.

"Hmm."

Shen Xingman looked toward that person.

It was Gu Qiuyan; she knew him.

He is a good friend of Mu Zhihan, they get along well, handsome, talented, but his personality… is a bit frivolous.

Shen Xingman didn't know whether this person was aware of his relationship with Mu Zhihan, but to be safe, she needed to go over and make a move.

"Mr. Mu."

The girl walked up to him in high heels, her posture graceful.

The man's gaze kept falling on her cheeks, clear as pear blossoms.

"Thank you for your help tonight." Shen Xingman's lips curved into a bright smile, her gentle voice carrying the richness of red wine.

"..."

"Nice to meet you."

She smiled charmingly and extended her hand toward this god of wealth.

Fortunately there aren't many people here, otherwise someone would surely say, "Who is this woman? She's really bold."

Mu Zhihan slightly narrowed his dark eyes, the corners of his mouth curling into a faint smile as he returned her grip, enveloping her hand entirely in his palm.

"How happy are you?" the man said, raising his pleasant low voice with a careless smile.

Then he pulled hard, and Shen Xingman's body lunged forward, leaning closer to him.

Holy shit.

Shen Xingman's mind suddenly blurted out those two words.

Why are you gripping so tight?

But he had no intention of letting go; instead he gripped tighter, chuckling lightly while leisurely watching her flustered state.

Qiao Yun stood aside… her eyes went wide.

If she wasn't mistaken, those two… were probably flirting.

Moreover, having these two beauties together is especially pleasing to the eye; Qiao Yun felt she'd exhausted her lifetime's visual blessings here, and though she had originally wanted to introduce herself as a fan of the beauty, now it seemed unnecessary.

Well, suddenly I want to ship this couple.

However, just now Manman told the beauty, "Nice to meet you"—doesn't that mean they're strangers?

Here, Shen Xingman didn't know what to say, her palms sweating from being gripped too tightly.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" Mu Zhihan suddenly blurted out.

His words were simple, his attitude direct, without any verbal adornment, a glint of ill intent in his eyes.

Shen Xingman: "..."

No way, you're really acting?

She felt speechless inside, but on the surface she put on a patient, gentle guise: "I don't have a boyfriend."

——"But I have a husband."

"Is that so."

Mu Zhihan, satisfied, released her hand.

Qiao Yun thought the beauty would be disappointed upon hearing this, or keep some distance from Manman, but she never expected the beauty to smile—and smile so beautifully.

Having gained freedom, Shen Xingman stepped back slightly, no longer daring to stay too close to him.

This man, who at home is just a little brat, dares to act out in society and is practically begging for a beating—geez, it's so annoying and headache-inducing.

"Miss Shen, you're truly beautiful."

"Thank you for the praise, Mr. Mu."

"I suppose your husband is also quite handsome."

"..."

Those two sentences made Mo Jiu roll his eyes, while Gu Qiuyan, ever vague and confused, couldn't grasp the current situation.

Mu Zhihan wasn't actually interested in Shen Xingman; he was thinking… tsk tsk, not bad taste, setting his sights on such a peerless beauty.

——but she seems to be married, right.

Is Mu Zhihan trying to seize her by force?

"..."

"Mr. Mu, you overpraise me." Shen Xingman suddenly spoke.

He really knows how to gild his own face, Mu Zhihan.

Out of the four words 'handsome and talented,' you only occupy three.

"Miss Shen," the man leaned in, eyebrows slightly raised, "May I treat you to dinner tonight? Your husband won't mind, will he?"

The voice is too bewitching, as if it were lightly sliding over the fair, condensed beauty of a maiden's body.

Qiao Yun: "???" What the heck is going on???

Beauty, are you trying to make me a mistress??? Oh heavens, no!

"Of course……I don't mind." Shen Xingman didn't know how she had said that.

She just felt like she was a respectable young maiden about to go astray.

What's there to mind? Is there a problem with a wife eating with her own husband? No problem.

But the key is, besides Mo Jiu, nobody knows they're married.

So what is Mu Zhihan up to? Shen Xingman wondered, playing with erotic fun isn't done like this, right?

Help, there's a dog!

The chosen spot for the dining table is right in the next private room.

Shen Xingman was forced to sit beside Mu Zhihan, while Qiao Yun admired her own beauty and observed the two's movements.

She just felt that something was off.

But she couldn't pinpoint what was off.

She sneaked over to Shen Xingman's side: "Honey, I just looked it up—the head of the Mu family wields great power; the Jiang family would detour upon seeing them. You and the beauty should talk nicely and try to land an endorsement."

Shen Xingman: "This isn't right, he seems to want to covertly get me."

Qiao Yun: "……"

Shen Xingman: "Honey, get it straight—I'm already married; are you trying to make me cheat?"

Da mie da mie.

Qiao Yun, speechless: "……"

I'm convinced.

"How can you be so sure he wants to sleep with you???" Qiao Yun couldn't help but want to reason with Shen Xingman, refusing to believe it—this wooden head can't turn the corner.

"Qiao Qiao, I swear to heaven, he just wants to sleep with me!"

Qiao Yun, pinching her arm in anger: "What about your husband? Why isn't he feeding you resources? Isn't he supposed to be awesome? Why are you coming to this kind of place yourself? If he really cared about you, he'd have already secured the endorsement for you."

Shen Xingman sobbed softly: "My husband also wants to sleep with me."

Wuu wuu wuu, nothing good at all.

Qiao Yun: "……" Okay, okay, you're aloof, you're awesome, you've pissed me off.

They were whispering, while Mu Zhihan secretly observed every subtle expression of Shen Xingman.

The soft lighting made her exquisite cheeks look even more like white snow, her gentle long curls complementing her clear, watery eyes, giving her an ethereal yet bewitching aura.