Nan Huaiyu seed like soone unfazed, his lips and brows always carrying a wicked curve, his arm draped over the back of the sofa behind Nan Wan, watching Mu Jin Huan stride over with a smirk.
It seed as if he had the intent to provoke, his slender fingers reached towards Nan Wan, wanting to touch the pendant reflecting a bright sheen on her collarbone.
Before Nan Wan could react, her body was pulled into a warm embrace, and Nan Huaiyu didn’t even touch a strand of her hair.
The familiar crisp mint scent hit her nose, bringing her an unprecedented sense of security, her tense nerves relaxed, and her arms subconsciously wrapped around the man’s waist.
She felt an urge to cry.
Mu Jin Huan took off his coat and wrapped it around the woman, his deep voice comforting next to Nan Wan’s ear, "Don’t be afraid, it’s okay now."
His deep black eyes were like a dark pool hiding a lurking beast, with danger and coldness hidden at the bottom, and on the surface, was his usual calmness and indifference, as if these people weren’t worth a second glance.
Huo Yihan kicked away the wine bottle blocking the way on the ground, walked to the sofa, and picked Xu Moyi up horizontally, exuding a fierce and icy aura.
Without a word from Nan Huaiyu, no one in the room dared to stop him.
Mu Jin Huan pulled the person out of his arms, his angular handso face was gentle, just like his voice, "Follow Yihan out first, Mo Yi needs your care."
This was the calm before the storm.
Nan Wan held onto the man’s hand, the warmth transferring onto her cold skin was reassuring, but he exuded a coldness no less than Huo Yihan’s, she could feel it.
She understood he was sending her away, not wanting her to witness the scene about to unfold, but she didn’t want to leave him alone, she whispered, "We’ll leave together."
Nan Huaiyu lazily leaned on the sofa, his narrow eyes watching the touching and affectionate scene in front of him, his fingers with distinct joints leisurely tapping his knee, the wicked curve of his lips gradually taking on a cold edge.
Mu Jin Huan’s tall and slender body stood at the center of the private room, his rough palm caressing the woman’s cheek, he was so adept at controlling emotions, his voice at this mont was the most intimate and gentle, "Good, you go first, I’ll be out soon."
How could he let such a bloody scene taint her eyes.
After throwing Xu Moyi into the back seat of the car, Huo Yihan nonchalantly tossed Nan Wan in too, then locked the door, his movents flowing smoothly like water.
Turning around, he returned to Night Charm.
In the private room, Mu Jin Huan took off his suit jacket and tossed it on the ground, loosened his tie, his fingers with distinct joints rolling up his shirt sleeves, elegant and noble.
However, his slow and asured tone was filled with an undertone of coldness, "I’ll give you half a minute to decide whether to leave or stay, walk away and I won’t pursue it, but if you stay... even if you kneel and beg tomorrow, I might not have the ti to see you."
It’s rumored that Mu Jin Huan was once imprisoned because soone harassed his sister Ji Wanxia in a bar, and the news reached him two years later.
He beat the person in that bar to a half-paralyzed state, it is said he was an only son, and his parents had significant positions in the officialdom, with only one son, they naturally wouldn’t let him go easily.
Aside from the won hired for accompanint, most of the people in the private room were young masters around thirty years old, either wealthy or powerful at ho, but everyone knew that Mu Jin Huan had spent ti in the military, so fighting wasn’t just so fancy footwork.
His best friend Huo Yihan had connections in both the underworld and respectable society, and his thods were by no ans inferior.
Those nearby exchanged glances and communicated, feeling apprehensive inside, but as people who cared about their reputation, they wouldn’t show it on their faces naturally.
Mu Jin Huan didn’t wait for half a minute, he made the decision for them, his cold and indifferent gaze swept over each face, finally stopping on Nan Huaiyu who was smirking, "Alright then, let’s count everyone in."
It was nonchalant, but the chilling aura was extrely intense.
As soon as his words fell, Mu Jin Huan started walking, grabbing Nan Huaiyu’s collar, punching directly at Nan Huaiyu’s face.
There wasn’t a single word.
Nan Huaiyu let out a muffled grunt of pain, spat out saliva mixed with blood, the wicked curve of his lips unmoved.
He had been mingling with the underworld and fringe society friends since he was young, fighting and brawling was a common occurrence, but he was always the one beating others.
It had been a long ti since he had a real fight with soone, interesting...
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