Chapter 65: Chapter 65 She Cried and Pushed Him Away…
Hearing these words, the man on the sofa suddenly opened his eyes, fixing a piercingly sharp and pitch-black gaze on the smile on Lu Xining’s face.
His bewitching eyes roved from her to her nose, and then to her rosy lips, conveying a ssage that was enough to make one’s mouth dry and tongue parched.
Lu Xining: “…”
Why was he looking at her when he had asked for won!
The Ji Family Patriarch, the foremost among the wealthy families, had since birth possessed all the top resources in the world, always choosing only the best of everything.
To his eyes, even the most beautiful won were just a shell, unable to stir the slightest ripple.
...
Except for one person!
Lu Xining was the most beautiful of all the won he had ever seen.
The first ti they t, her unyielding, resolute eyes captured all his attention, leaving an indelible mark on his heart.
All this, Ji Muye had never told her.
Yan Dong, with his keen senses, noticed the temperature in the air rising steadily and found a random excuse to leave.
“Madam, my Xiao Hei is expecting pups, I have to go check on it!”
“Secretary Yan, isn’t your Xiao Hei a male dog?”
“He just underwent surgery in Thailand a while ago, thank the greatness of science; Xiao Hei can now contribute a token of his love for his wife.”
Before Lu Xining had a chance to respond, Yan Dong had already fled, with not a trace of him in sight, his voice drifting in the wind,
“Madam, I leave President Ji to you!”
Lu Xining gritted her teeth in irritation. Truly worthy of being the Chief Secretary of Shi’an Group!
Fleeing faster than a rabbit when trouble arises!
In the living room, the leftover Ji Muye was like a lone wolf that had been starved for a long ti in a deserted area, his dark eyes fixed on her lips.
His Adam’s apple bobbed, carrying with it a wave of heat in the air.
Lu Xining hastily stepped back but forgot the wall was right behind her.
The man took three steps in quick succession to stand in front of her, catching her wrist in his grasp, the burning heat from his palm transferring to the very tip of her heart.
Lu Xining instinctively resisted.
Her attempt to kick his leg was caught by him, and even when she tried to gouge his eyes, he easily stopped her. Overt dominance and the inherent sense of power emanated from Ji Muye’s fra.
Lu Xining turned her face away, refusing to et his overly heated gaze.
“Ji Muye, let go!”
Not only did the man not let go, but he also moved a step closer, influenced by the drugs, at that mont he could only see Lu Xining’s incessantly moving red lips.
They were fragrant, close, and tempting.
He couldn’t resist wanting to taste her sweetness.
His scorching breath fanned over her cheeks, and just as it was about to touch her skin, Lu Xining placed her hand over his approaching lips.
Soft against her palm, her heart trembled with it.
“Ji Muye, calm down!”
“You let go of first, I’ll… I’ll get you the antidote!”
His voice was low and husky, as if it too had been scorched by flas, carrying waves of heat to her earlobe.
“Weren’t you saying, just to alleviate it a bit…”
“Ji Muye, you’re crazy, I am Lu Xining, not Liu Xixi!”
A light chuckle reached her ear.
Like a soft feather, it gently grazed her eardrum, sending a tingling sensation throughout her limbs.
Ji Muye’s lips curled: “I know.”
He knew?
What did he know!
Lu Xining, bracing her hands against Ji Muye’s chest, pushed hard.
While pushing, she said, “I really have a dicine that can counteract the ‘Enchanting Fragrance’ on you, Ji Muye, you let go now!”
Whenever emotions flared, the corners of her eyes would turn red.
It looked as though she had been scared into crying.
The slight strength of Lu Xining’s struggle was like a re tickle to Ji Muye, to no avail at all.
His body, the palm that held her wrist—all felt like they had been heated by red-hot iron, with just a proximity evoking a scorching breath.
Ji Muye’s fingertips gripped her chin, his voice tantalizing, “Lu Xining… tell , what would happen if you don’t take the antidote?”
Not take it?
The dicine was developed to rejuvenate masculinity.
To those n with desire but lacking power, there was never a need for an antidote.
It’s just that she had grown accustod to pairing any drug with its antidote.
Little did she expect that it would actually co in handy today!
The heat from Ji Muye’s body seeped through his clothes and into hers.
His strong, powerful arms blocked her path, and his intense pheromonal essence wrapped around her breathing, gradually eroding her rationality.
Just then,
the man leaned close to her ear, his voice light but not devoid of reason, slowly articulating inquiries he himself hadn’t realized he cared about.
“Lu Xining, did you really remarry?”
If she had been more attentive, she would have seen that Ji Muye’s gaze never fully fell into the abyss created by the “Charr” fragrance.
The ntally clouding Lu Xining snapped to alertness at his words!
She looked up into Ji Muye’s eyes, calm and composed, clearheaded beyond doubt, without a trace of bewildernt or restlessness from the “Charr” fragrance.
Lu Xining’s heart skipped a beat as she finally realized.
Ji Muye’s behavior had been an act all along!
The “Charr” fragrance she had developed might influence the thoughts of ordinary people, but who was Ji Muye?
The president of the Shi’an Group, the patriarch of the prestigious Ji Family!
To people of such lineage, this kind of drug was sothing they had to avoid risk from a young age; how could he be easily affected?
Indeed, it was all a sham to test her!
Upon this realization, Lu Xining mustered all her strength to push Ji Muye away, wiping her wrist, which he had grasped, with a wet wipe before tossing it into the trash right in front of him, the disdain in her eyes evident.
“Ji Muye, you’ve gone too far!”
She left him in the living room and went straight back to the master bedroom.
Downstairs, Ji Muye, who had been knocked down onto the sofa and hadn’t gotten up, glanced at his disheveled state and lifted a hand to cover his eyes.
He chuckled at himself, a low and self-mocking laugh, “Too far?”
Ji Muye sat alone in a dark corner of the sofa, like an emperor in a high position, surveying his own territory.
He closed his eyes, fighting against the surging in his body.
A few minutes later,
Ji Muye heard a rustling sound; as he opened his eyes, a small vial was tossed into his arms.
It was Lu Xining, bringing him the antidote for the “Charr” fragrance.
In the dark, Ji Muye’s lips silently curved into a smile. Recalling the question Lu Xining had refused to answer, his expression turned cold again.
That night,
he spent it on the living room sofa.
When Lu Xining awoke the next day, Ji Muye was no longer in the house, and the small, pearly, white porcelain vial left on the coffee table was empty.
In Thailand,
the man who led the assault against him last night was cornered in his own ho by Yan Dong, now struggling with his head being dunked in water repeatedly.
“Mr. Mu, offending soone you shouldn’t have cos with its consequent repercussions; if I recall correctly, your son just turned eighteen, right?”
“Please, don’t harm my son; it’s all my fault, if President Ji wants revenge, co at directly!”
“You really do have guts, but it’s a pity that there’s an old saying where we co from: ‘If you don’t remove the roots, the grass will grow back with the spring breeze.'”
Yan Dong’s gaze was ice-cold.
Gone was the Secretary of Shi’an Group’s composure and sophistication.
He raised the object in his hand, pressing it against the other man’s temple, slowly curling up into a cruel smile.
“Now, go quickly and bring Mr. Mu’s son here to see his father for the last ti, ti waits for no one.”
Ti ticked away by the second.
The young man had been grabbed from his own birthday party with friends, and upon seeing his father in a disheveled state, his eyes widened in fright.
Just an hour ago, they were celebrating his coming-of-age ceremony in their family estate, accepting the blessings of relatives and friends.
And now, both of them sported black eyes and swollen faces!
“Dad…”
With several dull thuds, Yan Dong disconnected the call on his Bluetooth earpiece without a change of expression. His deanor was cold and intimidating.
“Clean it up.”
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