Chapter 28: Miss me?

Shen Xingman put on a mask, took a taxi home; perhaps her dress was too eye-catching, causing the cute female driver to stare at her.

Indeed, the taxi driver is a woman.

Then all the way, Shen Xingman kept thinking about Shen Ran.

Tonight she came home to ask Mu Zhihan for help.

Actually, even without her, Shen Xingman could surely find a way; she isn't someone without background, but for now she can't reveal her identity and must wait.

Mu Zhihan keeps a low profile, rarely going out; in terms of influence, he ranks second, and no one dares to claim second—no matter how powerful the tycoon behind Lin Wan, in Mu Zhihan's eyes he's just a younger brother.

Keeping an actor safe is a piece of cake for him.

Of course, this isn't Shen Xingman meddling; it's mainly because Shen Ran is worth it—this little girl, she genuinely likes her.

Regarding the earlier diva incident, if she hadn't stepped forward to clarify, Shen Xingman would have only been able to issue an apology statement.

That would be the worst option, and it would leave a stain.

But fortunately, there's Shen Ran.

She is the first friend Shen Xingman has made in this circle—and possibly the only one.

There's nothing to be done; Shen Xingman just likes being friends with kind-hearted girls.

But whenever Mu Zhihan is mentioned, a bunch of muddled thoughts pop into Shen Xingman's mind.

She had been wondering all along: what does she gain by marrying Mu Zhihan?

For his money?

Sorry, Shen Xingman's net worth is among the top for female celebrities; a single random film could support her for years.

For his body?

Sorry, Shen Xingman now dare not even think that way.

From the very start, she was bewitched by someone's gentle and aloof appearance, which is why she now dares not even go home.

So if anyone asks her why she married, or how she married, she doesn't know.

Even now, her parents are kept in the dark; in their eyes, Shen Xingman is still a little girl who's never dated.

Little do they know she has slept with countless other men.

Of course, marrying him isn't a loss for Shen Xingman either.

First, his looks are superb—describing them as 'peerless' is no exaggeration. He has a great figure, tall and slender, pure and ethereal; his voice is excellent, almost every time he speaks it's a captivating note.

Second, although Mu Zhihan, this black-hearted capitalist, is adept at sucking blood, he is extremely generous materially—he will fulfill whatever she wants.

Sometimes he even gives her things she doesn't want.

Third, when trouble arises, she can cling to him as a thigh.

For example, now this husband can finally be put to use.

As for feeding resources…

Mu Zhihan told her that whatever she wants, he will give it to her.

But Shen Xingman is strong-willed and has never voiced any request.

After returning home, Shen Xingman promptly took a shower.

Mu Zhihan saw her bounce out of the bathroom, first stunned, then regained composure.

But seeing her in a milky-white little spaghetti strap, he instantly became unsettled again.

Shen Xingman wiped the water droplets from her forehead, wanting to call out 'husband,' but after a long hesitation she still couldn't say it.

What to call him? That's too cheesy, right? Would a step-by-step scheming black-hearted capitalist like Mu Zhihan fall for coquettishness??

Friendly reminder, Shen Xingman won't act cute.

"Um, I'm going back to my room." Feeling too awkward, Shen Xingman couldn't quite accept it, so she silently slipped on her flip-flops and left the living room.

The man looked at her back, somewhat suspicious.

How strange.

She came back today; shouldn't she be settling scores with him? Why does she still look preoccupied?

…Is she thinking of bringing up divorce again?

As soon as Shen Xingman entered the bedroom, she flopped onto the bed to play with her phone, her bare feet dangling in the air, white and tender, easily sparking imagination.

"How should I bring it up?" Shen Xingman pondered, chin in hand.

As she thought, she recalled the scene of her wedding to Mu Zhihan—

The huge church had only four people.

Shen Xingman, Mu Zhihan, the godfather, and the officiant.

The godfather stood before the couple, wearing a kind expression, and asked: "Miss, you and your husband are truly a perfect match; may I ask how you met?"

Mu Zhihan said: "We don't know each other."

Godfather: "……"

Officiant: "……"

You don't know each other—what kind of marriage is this???

So Shen Xingman was thinking at the time: should this marriage be consummated or not?

In this world of rampant material desires, most adults think pragmatically—having slept together is just that; it's no big deal.

So Shen Xingman asked him: "If we marry after rolling in the sheets, wouldn't that be overly sentimental?"

Mu Zhihan also nodded, without objection.

Shen Xingman: "Then why did you still marry me?"

Mu Zhihan hesitated not at all: "Once married, we can keep rolling."

"……"

Let's just say, this man's starting point is always different from everyone else's.

Just as she was recalling things vividly, she faintly smelled a delicate jasmine fragrance, cool and refreshing, like a tiny flower blooming on an iceberg.

Soon, a sense of oppression came from behind her.

For no reason, she had a bad premonition.

It was so bad that Shen Xingman's phone slipped from her hand and fell onto the bed on its own.

Her fingers twitched, she swallowed, and for no reason she felt a bit nervous.

She instinctively tilted her head.

In her peripheral vision, she saw two bare arms, with traces of water droplets streaming down them.

Shen Xingman turned over carefully, carefully, and then lay flat on the bed.

The man was half-naked, his hands braced beside her ears, using his smooth chest to create a private space just for her.

His physique was deeply defined; below his broad, solid shoulders lay split pectoral muscles like trenches, leading to the abdominal muscles and the mermaid line, outlining a stunning figure.

His breathing was even, his deep eyes fixed intently on the stunning girl beneath him.

To be honest, Shen Xingman's period is about to arrive.

Well, how to resist? There's no way to resist!

Put Mu Zhihan together with those male stars from the entertainment industry, and you'll see they're nothing but fireflies beside the bright moon, dewdrops under the rising sun—utterly insignificant.

Now the distance between them is so close, so close, that she can feel his breath...

Until she was almost lost in looking, a drop of water from Mu Zhihan's face fell onto her nose tip.

Shen Xingman's body trembled slightly; a tingling, itchy sensation spread from the tip of her nose, and then that drop of water, not staying put, slid smoothly to her cheek, leaving a cool trace wherever it went.

She had wanted to reach out and brush it away, but the situation was not good, so she gave up the idea.

"Do you miss me?" he asked, his voice carrying the feeling of a spring breeze brushing the face,

"No." Shen Xingman turned her head away, refusing to meet his gaze.

She was quite tsundere.

Mu Zhihan was in a good mood; just after his bath, he saw the person he wanted to see: "Then why did you come back?"