Special Agent Rebirth: The Omnipotent Goddess of Quick Transmigration Chapter 1093 - 1081 Real World [46] Intimacy (3 more updates

The Ye Shaohua at this mont, with her cold and aloof deanor, seed like a different person from the usual.

Sister Jiang was extrely worried.

Ye Shaohua, being a public figure, wouldn’t suffer much damage if this incident were to be put online, but it could tarnish the image she had cultivated on the internet.

Yet, gazing at Ye Shaohua’s chilly eyes, Sister Jiang found herself unable to move forward.

When she realized that the bar seed to have quieted down a great deal, she subconsciously glanced towards the entrance.

The bar was chaotic, with the sll of alcohol and smoke intermingling, spotlight lights constantly shifting, and most of the crowd on the dance floor were absentmindedly gazing in Ye Shaohua’s direction.

At the mont soone appeared at the door, the air pressure seed to drop for an instant.

The man was dressed in a light-colored coat, his figure straight. The coat was unbuttoned, and his shirt was ticulously buttoned to the very top.

That kind of luxurious and unapproachable deanor was completely out of place in this bar; he was like soone only spotted atop the pinnacle of Jade Building, an unparalleled beauty in the world.

n in the dance area were absentmindedly watching the person languidly sprawled on the table, while won’s thoughts ran wild at the sight of the man who had just stepped in.

Ye Shaohua stood out distinctly in this crowd.

No one dared approach within a ter of her.

Elsewhere, countless people loitered.

They let their gazes linger on her face, on her fingers, or any other place they dared.

Mu Xingzhi walked up to her side, knowing from her state that she was intoxicated, "Where did she go today?"

"She t with Nie Jinyu, and today..." Mu Liu spoke softly, "today is Mr. Nie’s death anniversary."

Mu Xingzhi remained silent.

He bent over halfway and reached out to help Ye Shaohua up, assailed by a strong sll of alcohol, "She must have soaked in a vat of wine."

It was only then that Sister Jiang realized that this was the man she had encountered downstairs at Ye Shaohua’s building that day.

"Sir, wait," Sister Jiang began, "Shaohua becos violent when she’s drunk..." but she stopped mid-sentence.

She saw her own artist, one hand holding a drink, the other propping up her chin, looking up at the man. She leaned on the table, her low-rise jeans hanging slack, her shirt hiked up, revealing a small patch of snowy white waist, and higher up, her shirt outlining her slender curves.

Her eyes were as if veiled by a layer of mist.

"Do you recognize ?" Mu Xingzhi took a deep breath.

Ye Shaohua squinted her eyes, looking at Mu Xingzhi, and enunciated deliberately, "Gui, Yun."

Mu Xingzhi, whose given na ant ’returning to the clouds’.

Mu Xingzhi’s fingertips trembled, he closed his eyes for a mont, then helped her up, "It’s , let’s go ho."

Ye Shaohua looked even more lost, "Master is dead, I... where do I return to?"

When she was sober, she was always too proud.

She harbored her thoughts deep within her heart, where no one could pry.

Only at tis like these would a hint of her true feelings show.

In the past, no matter how difficult the tis, Mu Xingzhi always believed he could endure. But hearing her say this, his voice beca sowhat hoarse.

"We’re going back to the Mu Family." Seeing the bewildernt in her eyes was like being viciously stabbed in the heart.

For five years he had been walking on thin ice, and she had not had it easy either.

Her coat was reeking of liquor, tossed over a chair, the shirt underneath half exposed and half covered, making her appear all the more frail, the surrounding fiery gazes not the least bit disguised.

Mu Xingzhi took off his coat, wrapped her up tightly, and escorted her out half carrying, half supporting her.

Sister Jiang only then ca to her senses, blurting out the words she had withheld, "Violent... volatile."

"Sister Jiang, I’m heading back." Mu Liu, carrying a stack of docunts, followed behind Mu Xingzhi, "Don’t worry, with our young master around, no paparazzi would dare to take pictures."

Sister Jiang nodded blankly, not having caught up yet.

This was the second ti she had seen Mu Xingzhi; his presence, his impeccably tailored clothes, even the key ring he held, all were exquisitely refined. Sister Jiang finally ca to the belated realization that this man was no simple individual.

Recalling the ti when Ye Shaohua had acquired the resources for "Zero Plan", Sister Jiang felt sothing had been amiss. Now, finally sorting out her thoughts, she felt uneasy.

"I’m sorry." She seed to have bumped into soone and quickly spoke up.

The other person didn’t mind, not uttering a word and retracting their gaze from the door.

They wore a hoodie, the hood pulled up, covering most of their face. Sister Jiang only saw the beautiful features clearly when she looked up, and it took her quite a while to regain her composure.

By the ti she ca to her senses, she looked in the direction where the man had been looking and saw a black car fading into the distance.

That seems to be... the car the artist from her family took last ti?

Sister Jiang felt a bit strange.

The man approached the bar and ordered a drink.

A long-haired woman hurried over, hooking her arm around his neck while giggling sweetly, "Mr. Rong..."

Rong Zhe reeked of alcohol; he lit a cigarette and the faint smoke rose. After so ti had passed, he finally turned to the woman sticking to him, "You can go first."

The woman was taken aback, "Rong..."

Rong Zhe suddenly smiled, a devilish smile, "Do I need to repeat myself?"

The woman hastily removed her hand from his neck, took her purse, and said urgently, "Mr. Rong, please don’t be angry, I’ll leave right away."

Her gaze towards him held so infatuation, and despite her reluctance, she left with repeated backward glances.

Because she knew that Mr. Rong liked his female companions to be well-behaved and not to cause him trouble.

**

"How much has Miss Ye had to drink?" The Butler quickly ordered a servant to prepare Hangover Soup and sent for a fresh set of clothes upon seeing Ye Shaohua wrapped in Mu Xingzhi’s coat.

However, he stood off to the side, showing no intention of helping.

Mu Xingzhi carried her up to the room, where a servant had already brought a bathrobe.

He turned back the duvet to cover her up, changing her clothes with both self-control and courtesy.

Although Ye Shaohua had drunk a lot, she was very obedient and cooperated with the process of changing clothes.

The process wasn’t complicated, but Mu Xingzhi was still sweating profusely.

When the butler arrived with a bowl of Hangover Soup, he noticed that Ye Shaohua seed to have changed into a nightgown.

He placed the Hangover Soup to one side without glancing elsewhere and imdiately bowed his head and left, closing the door behind him.

With her cheeks flushed a lustful red from too much drink, her negligently pulled-up nightgown revealed her long, straight, and provocatively white legs.

Mu Xingzhi held the Hangover Soup, forcing his gaze away, but his throat tightened as if sothing inside him was surging.

"Drink the Hangover Soup, Mu Liu said you have to rush to a shoot early tomorrow," he said, placing the pillow behind Ye Shaohua, taking care to prop her against it.

He coaxed and deceived her with great gentleness into drinking the Hangover Soup.

Drunk though she was, she didn’t fuss, resting her head on his shoulder after changing clothes. The sll of alcohol on her was gone, but a faint sll of liquor still lingered with each breath she took.

After drinking the Hangover Soup, she didn’t completely sober up, just felt the coolness on his body, rubbing her feverish face against his neck, her breath tinged with alcohol sprayed on his neck.

Mu Xingzhi’s body was tensed all over.

He took hold of her restless hands, gazed at her for a long mont, his normally indifferent face softening as he spoke helplessly, "How many years has it been, and you still love to drink so much."

Ye Shaohua was drunk but not making a scene, her eyes regained so clarity, and if not for her actions and the sll of alcohol on her, no one would believe she had just been drunk.

"Rest well, I’m going to the study," he said, covering her with the duvet and looked into her eyes. He suddenly asked, "Are you sober now?"

Ye Shaohua half-closed her eyes, nodded first, then shook her head.

Her fingers were still semi-hooked around his hand.

The air in the room seed to have thinned.

Mu Xingzhi felt he couldn’t stay any longer. He hardened his heart to stand up, "You sleep peacefully; I’m in the study next door. The butler is waiting outside the door, call him if you need anything."

He turned to leave the room.

Upon exiting, he dared not look back, wanting to close the door imdiately, yet as he did so, he inexplicably turned back for one last glance, only to see Ye Shaohua not knowing when she had gotten out of bed, following languidly behind him.

She didn’t wear any shoes, just barefoot.

Stepping on the pristine white carpet, she tainted it with a vividly striking color.

This was truly life-threatening.

Mu Xingzhi took a step back toward the room, re-fastening the door.

He retraced his steps.

"Ancestors, you overestimate my self-control," he murmured almost inaudibly.

Ye Shaohua’s vision darkened.

A fiery breath encircled her face, and a tender touch—very cautious, with a hint of probing—landed gently on her lips.