Chapter 20 You're Quite Wild_1

"Hss..."

The person behind her seemed to be unable to withstand her violent resistance and backed away.

The lights in the room were turned on. Wearing only a bathrobe, Mu Zi'an touched the scratches on his arm and licked the corner of his lips, smiling with a rakish look: "You're quite wild, I like you just like that."

Xiang Wan, still unsettled, trembled slightly and subconsciously touched the folding knife she had purposely put in her pants pocket before leaving the house.

"Mu Zi'an, you bastard!"

Mu Zi'an 'tsked' and said, "It was just a joke. Can't you take it? It's not like I asked you to come; you came of your own free will, didn't you? If you want to leave, you can do so right now. I certainly won't stop you."

Xiang Wan didn't speak, her lips turning white from biting them so hard.

With a look that said he had her all figured out, Mu Zi'an walked over to the side of the bed, sat down, lit a cigarette, and began to puff away, not at all worried that she might actually leave.

Xiang Wan indeed wouldn't just walk away; she was here to get to the bottom of things.

"You said Zuo Xingyun has been to jail? When did that happen? Why was he locked up?"

Mu Zi'an deliberately teased her, not answering her question but instead patted the spot next to him, signaling her to sit down.

Xiang Wan narrowed her eyes and stared at him, saying each word with deliberate weight: "If you're lying to me, don't blame me for being rude to you!"

After she spoke, she reluctantly walked over and sat down.

"Heh." Mu Zi'an laughed with a hint of scorn, frivolously lifting a strand of her hair and sniffing it at the tip of his nose: "How are you going to be rude to me? Other than in bed, where you might be able to get on top of me, any other time, I can crush you with just the flick of my finger."

His vulgar words infuriated Xiang Wan, making her cheeks flush red, but she could only grit her teeth and suppress the disgust, her body tense.

After he finished his cigarette, Mu Zi'an finally said, "I heard it from my dad. My dad was talking to his men in the study one day and mentioned Zuo Xingyun. My dad has known him for many years, back when he was still a lackey for your dad."

At the mention of the word 'lackey,' Xiang Wan's displeasure was evident as she coldly said, "Watch your language!"

Ever since Zuo Xingyun joined the Xiang Family, he had been treated better than a mere underling. Xiang Wan had even called him 'Uncle,' so where did this notion of him being treated as a lackey come from?

Mu Zi'an pursed his lips: "Whatever you say. You've kept me waiting all night. Isn't it about time we got down to business?"

As he spoke, Mu Zi'an's hand reached towards Xiang Wan's waist.

The tension in Xiang Wan's mind finally snapped, and she thrust the folding knife at Mu Zi'an: "You only heard a bit of speculation from your dad's mouth; you don't actually know anything, do you?!"

Mu Zi'an clearly did not expect this move from her; he paused, then sneered with disdain, "Yes, I just heard my dad mentioning that Zuo Xingyun had been to jail, but that was enough to deceive you here, wasn't it? That knife looks pretty sharp; it should be useful. Do you know how to use it?"

Having never so much as killed an ant in her life, Xiang Wan tried hard to control her nerves, clutching the knife tightly in her hand as she cautiously backed away.

Mu Zi'an easily captured her panic through her trembling eyelashes and found her vulnerability.

Pretending to give up, he sincerely raised his hands in surrender, but the moment Xiang Wan let her guard down, he pounced forward and seized her wrist with a forceful twist.

Xiang Wan cried out in pain as the knife slipped from her hand.

Mu Zi'an scooped her up, threw her onto the bed, and leaned over her. He pulled a black ribbon from seemingly nowhere and tied her hands together.

Xiang Wan was entirely panicked, fear rapidly spreading across her pale face. Mu Zi'an laughed wildly, and he gave her pretty face a light slap: "What kind of women haven't I seen? Your little tricks, I don't take them seriously at all!"

Her shirt was ripped open, revealing startlingly white skin.

Mu Zi'an was momentarily captivated by the beautiful body before him, his eyes revealing madness.

Xiang Wan struggled desperately to prevent him, her voice breaking into a sob: "Get off me! Don't touch me...!"

She struggled too fiercely, and Mu Zi'an found himself unsure how to proceed. In a moment of urgency, he grabbed her throat: "If you don't want to die, then behave!"

Xiang Wan found herself unable to breathe, terror of imminent death washing over her, her vision blurring. Instinctively, she used the last of her strength to scratch at Mu Zi'an's arms, her nails digging deeply into his flesh.

The sight of her desperate struggle excited Mu Zi'an even more, his expression almost twisted, with even the pain of his flesh being torn acting as a stimulant. His breathing roughened with excitement, he eagerly reached to tear off Xiang Wan's pants...