Chapter 39 - What Are You Sad about, Kitten?
The old madam was almost seventy years old, yet she was still strong and full of vitality.
“Sihan, when will you bring grandma’s granddaughter-in-law home?” the old lady asked.
Mu Sihan put down his chopsticks and leaned against the back of the chair in a slow, yet wild manner. His deep black orbs stared at the petite woman sitting opposite of him, who focused only on eating her food.
He stared at her long, luscious eyelashes as her eyes looked down at her food. The tip of her tongue poked the insides of his cheek and raised his eyebrow slightly. The way he looked like he was holding back a smile, yet also was not smiling, made him look like a living devil.
Nan Zhi felt absolutely awkward from his unreserved gaze. Raising her eyes a little, she sent him a hidden glare, wanting to kick him under the table. Stop staring!
The man’s lips turned up into an evil smile at the sight of her having the gall to glare at him.
The old lady was drinking the soup when he heard Mu Sihan’s amused laughter. She looked at him in confusion. “You mischievous lad, what are you laughing at? Grandma is asking when you’ll bring my granddaughter-in-law home?”
Mu Sihan used the hand that he placed on the back of the chair to caress his lips. There seemed to still be the remnants the woman’s soft and refreshing fragrance lingering and he could taste the sweetness. He laughed wildly in a gangsterish manner, “Grandma, my little kitten will get angry if you ask about your granddaughter-in-law again.”
The older lady showed her confusion.
Nan Zhi felt guilty, completely afraid that the narcissist opposite of her would throw her under the bus, so to speak.
She had never been such a pushover, yet, in front of him, she couldn’t explain the inexplicable fear and desire to escape whenever she was in his presence. His aura was too oppressive, too domineering.
Nan Zhi sent a warning gaze to the man. He merely smirked back at her, “Little cook, why are you always staring at me?”
Nan Zhi almost choked to death on the rice that she had yet to swallow.
This person… was so unbelievably shameless!
From the way he sat, sprawled across the chair, his black shirt was moulded to his chest, making his chests appear tight and firm. His slender fingers that were placed on the back of the chair moved to his lips. The way his adam’s apple moved was wild, showy and unknowingly sexy.
Regardless of how charismatic and attractive he was, Nan Zhi remained unmoved. She could never be interested in this narcissist, notwithstanding the fact that he had almost strangled her to death yesterday, he was still a devil in her eyes no matter how sexy or handsome he was.
However, the two young helpers that were in the dining room could not help but blush furiously as they stared at the good looking man.
Their young master was really very handsome.
Mu Sihan moved closer towards the dining table as he saw that Nan Zhi had once again looked down to eat. His long and muscular leg moved to touch Nan Zhi’s leg under the table.
Nan Zhi jumped in surprise and her chopsticks fell onto the table.
Her slender eyebrows furrowed tightly together with a glance at the man who had twisted his leg around hers under the table. She tried to move her leg away, but found it blocked and cursed him in her head.
“Little cook, am I handsome?” A certain someone asked shamelessly.
The old lady used her chopsticks to hit the back of his hand, seeing that Mu Sihan was always teasing Nan Zhi. “You brat, what’s wrong with you today? Why are you bullying Miss Xiaozhi?”
Mu Sihan pouted pitifully, looking highly aggrieved. “Grandma, when did you see me bullying her?”
Nan Zhi felt somewhat dazed at the sight of Mu Sihan acting childishly in front of his grandmother; as he lifted his eyebrows in a pitiful manner.
Although this person was perverted and annoying, he still acted little like a child who had not grown up when he was in front of his grandma.
All of a sudden, she was hit with a pang of envy.
He could reveal his childlike side to his closest elders. However, she had no one else she could depend on apart from herself, since her mother was not mentally well and her father no longer cared for her, especially after he gotten what he wanted. Her eyelashes fluttered closed as she let out a silent breath.
After dinner, Nan Zhi went to the kitchen to take out the fruits platter.
Just as she was about to step out, a pair of strong arms enveloped her from behind.
The man’s firm, masculine chest leaned against her slender back, his scorching tongue a light touch on her earlobe before Nan Zhi could react. “Kitten, why are you sad?”
Nan Zhi was shocked. It seemed this man was surprisingly sensitive. She had quickly tidied her emotions after merely showing a hint of her sadness at the dining table, yet he had still managed to capture it.