Han Muzi was annoyed by this group of people. The overpowering perfume smell on them, while they were surrounding her, was unbearable, not to mention the horrible alcohol smell in the cubicle. She felt like she was poisoned by the smell. All she could think about was leaving, but George had not returned yet. Is Ye Moxuan going to be here?
Han Muzi suddenly felt that she had been deceived. Why would Ye Moxuan be at a place that was so packed with people and smelled like perfume, alcohol, and cigarettes? At this point, Han Muzi had decided to leave. She smiled and gently said, “Please excuse me. I need to use the bathroom.” She could also check up on George and speak with him.
No one would have known that the moment she got up, a hand landed on her arm, pulling her back down to her seat. “Don’t be in such a rush. George is only out there making a phone call. Do you want to be out there with him too?” This was spoken in not so fluent Mandarin.
Han Muzi looked over in the direction where the voice came from and realized that it was the Caucasian guy who commented on her when she first walked in. This time, he raised his eyebrows and sat down directly next to her, shaking a glass of beer in his hand. His lustful eyes rested on her.
Han Muzi frowned as his words earlier had made her extremely comfortable. Now, he was sitting right next to her, looking at her in a lecherous manner.
What does he want? She had no smile on her face, and her voice also sounded cold and indifferent. “Mister, I can understand English.”
He was stunned for a few moments before he went on to shrug his shoulders. “So what?”
So what? The man was shameless. Han Muzi felt sorry for this person—who was not a proper person judging by the way he was looking at her.
She would not allow herself to stay there for any longer. Reluctant to even spare him another look, Han Muzi immediately got up and ignored him. However, the Caucasian man grabbed her by her wrist.
“Hands off.” Han Muzi tried to break his grip.
However, the Caucasian man’s hand was warm and sweaty while he stared at her lustfully. “Why are you in such a rush? I reckon… you have nothing to do with Yuchi Shen, do you?”
Han Muzi was holding in the urge to slap him in the face. “Mister, please let go of me.” As she was getting upset, there were ripples in her calm eyes—it was like a stone had been thrown into a tranquil lake. Although ripples had formed, it still looked beautiful.
The Caucasian man was always involved with hot and sexy women, though he preferred ones that were purer and simpler, especially college students. But some of them did not have the best body figures, and that turned him off.
His proximity to Han Muzi had enabled him to see the body figure under her simple and pure look—it was one that would get someone excited. Besides, her getting upset right now had turned him on. He had a feeling that if he was able to get her into bed, tonight would be a wonderful night. Having determined what he was going to do, there was no way the Caucasian guy would ever let her go.
“Why are you mad? Since you’re already here, come and sit with us and have a couple of drinks with us.” He went on to pass the beer glass in his hand to her. “I will allow you to sit once you finish this. Is that alright?”
Han Muzi did not know what to say. She was still trying to hold it in, and she did not take the beer glass from him either.
Right at this point, George returned. Seeing what was going on, he quickly went in between the two and tried to pull the Caucasian man away from her, but he would not let go.
George began to get upset. He stared at him and said with a low voice, “Are you out of your mind? She’s Yuchi Shen’s woman.”
The Caucasian man ignored him and jokingly commented, “That’s just coming from you.” He then looked toward Han Muzi. Under the lighting in this room, Han Muzi looked a lot more beautiful than he had imagined. The more he looked at her, the more delighted he became.
“Yuchi Shen didn’t admit it himself, plus…” He paused and continued, “Have you called Yuchi Shen? Is he here already?”
George replied, “Who says he’s not coming?”
The Caucasian man looked confident. “Alright then. Give Yuchi Shen another call in front of us, and let this woman talk to him. Let’s see if he’s still coming.”
George was caught off guard. Damn it! Was he not putting him in a difficult position? Yuchi Shen had hung up on him after he told him earlier that his assistant was here. If he were to give Yuchi Shen a call in front of everyone, wouldn’t that only embarrass Han Muzi? He could not do that.
George became enraged and yelled, “I meant it when I said she belonged to Yuchi Shen. You know what kind of person Yuchi Shen is, don’t you? If he hasn’t fallen for her, would I dare say this to you?”
The crowd instantly went silent. What he said did indeed make sense. Again, the crowd looked at Han Muzi and felt that it was nearly impossible for Yuchi Shen to fall for her. At this point, some of them had decided to make things worse.
“Whatever! It doesn’t really matter whether or not you belong to Yuchi Shen. Even if you don’t, we won’t laugh at you either. But… you can’t lie to us. If you two are seeing each other, you have to give him a call in front of us, and let him speak to confirm your identity. Isn’t that simple enough?”
A woman with a skinny waist stood up and maliciously stared at Han Muzi, waiting for the latter to embarrass herself.
Han Muzi knew their intentions, so she smiled with her red lips and commented, “I don’t have to report to any of you what’s going on between him and I, do I? And neither do I have to let you guys know whoever Yuchi Shen is seeing, right?”
Her bold words startled everyone in the cubicle. They threw a glance at each other.
Han Muzi still had her gaze fixed on the Caucasian man, then she unemotionally said, “I’ll give you one last chance; let go of me.” Her cold words and the cruel look on her resembled Yuchi Shen in every sense, and that had somehow convinced the crowd about her relationship with Yuchi Shen.
George was greatly perplexed. He was wrong in thinking that Yuchi Shen would be here; otherwise, he would never dare to bring Han Muzi to a place like this. However, the Caucasian man was still very certain that she had nothing to do with Yuchi Shen. At this point, he still had not let go of her even after her threat. Conversely, he was still looking at her with his eyes full of lust.
“Hmph! Last chance? Let’s do it this way then: I’ll ask you a question, and I’ll let you go if you can answer me. How does that sound?”
Seeing how he was still not giving up, Han Muzi had already noticed the glass of beer behind her.
Slyly, the Caucasian man continued, “George says you belong to Yuchi Shen. So, tell me—have you slept with Yuchi Shen?”
Then, there was silence.
