Xu Moyi reacted for a long ti before slowly shaking her head, then she fainted again.
No matter how much Nan Wan called, she couldn’t wake her up again. Helpless, Nan Wan could only place her back on the sofa, then take off her coat and cover her with it.
From the looks of it, she hadn’t been fed anything shady.
Tang Chengmo coughed twice, and the high and low debates and banter in the private room stopped, quiet to the point where it didn’t seem like a night scene at all.
He pointed his chin at the wine on the table, speaking with a not quite smile, "Mrs. Mu, our Mr. Nan helped to rescue your sister from the wolf’s den across the street. Shouldn’t you show so gratitude?"
The implication was clear.
This man explained the whole story with just a few words.
Nan Wan grew up in this circle; she didn’t need these sons of rich families to teach her the difficulty of getting out once you’re in.
Nan Wan didn’t even give him a sidelong glance, looked up, t that sinister and aggressive gaze, her voice cold without a trace of warmth, "The company hasn’t gone bankrupt, and you’re this idle?"
Just drag it out for another ten minutes, ten more minutes.
Nan Huaiyu’s gaze hadn’t moved away from her since she entered, however, in his clear water eyes, there was only mockery and coldness.
Low and slowly, he laughed, not caring how many people were in the private room, speaking leisurely, "Haven’t seen you for so long, my heart’s itchy."
Ambiguous.
In those short ten or so words, every implied aning was ambiguous, and this wasn’t a conversation that should occur between half-siblings.
In this circle, taboos and quirks are abundant, nothing unusual here.
Everyone here was a frequent patron of the red-light district; if you thought about it a bit, you’d know what was going on.
The bold ones even whistled and heckled.
Tang Chengmo laughed twice, put down his wine glass, and slowly began to clap, looking quite intrigued.
"Your ability to disgust people has grown a lot," Nan Wan’s delicate features were full of sarcasm, without a hint of fear, "I won’t drink it, if you have the guts, pry my mouth open and pour it in."
Upon hearing this, a more pronounced curve appeared on Nan Huaiyu’s lips, he stood up, walking towards Nan Wan like a Hell Demon.
The leather shoes that shined brightly stopped in front of Nan Wan, he bent down, raising his hand to touch the face before him, still stunningly beautiful without a hint of makeup.
"Slap!" The crisp and loud sound.
His hand was swatted away five centiters from that small face, and from the sound, it was clear she didn’t hold back any strength.
If he continued, without a doubt, her hand would hit his face.
Nan Huaiyu didn’t seem to mind much, the curve at his lips persisted, slowly and leisurely stating, "This kind of opportunity delivered right to my door doesn’t co often. If I let you go so easily, wouldn’t it be a great loss?"
Since Nan Wan married Mu Jin Huan, she no longer assud such seductive postures, her spine straight, exuding a cold aloofness of her own.
For the second ti, she asked the question, "What do you want to do?"
The people in the private room were all his; without his word, she couldn’t even take a step out.
Under the red and green lights, the light in Nan Huaiyu’s eyes flickered, for a long ti, he lowered his head to her ears, whispering in a voice only the two of them could hear, "I want to... have you."
Nan Wan only felt like a snake spitting venom was crawling up her back, hands gripping tightly on her lap, her face cold enough to drip water.
No matter how arrogant he was before, he wouldn’t be so explicit.
"I was wrong to call you human," she reclined back against the sofa, putting distance between them, a faint, light smile flitting across her face, "I apologize to you."
"Wanwan, it’s still early. No need to hurry, I’ll make sure you co to obediently..." Nan Huaiyu also smiled, but his smile carried hellish danger, "Begging to take you."
Nan Wan looked at him, the smile on her face slowly disappeared, and fear and cowardice lurking deep in her heart surged out at that mont, gradually consuming the rationality she struggled to maintain.
Because she knew, Nan Huaiyu wasn’t joking with her, he knew her weakness better than anyone, and he was more ruthless than anyone when he took action.
Nan Ze was the warning letter he gave her.
...
Mu Jin Huan and Huo Yihan walked into the private room one after the other, dressed in suits, noble and aloof, a stark contrast to those disheveled young masters with lipstick stains on their faces.
The people in the private room fell silent, eyes turning to Nan Huaiyu sitting beside Nan Wan, apparently waiting to watch a good show.
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