Special Agent Rebirth: The Omnipotent Goddess of Quick Transmigration novel Chapter 1093

Chapter 1093: 1081 Real World [46] Intimacy (3 more updates)

The Ye Shaohua at this moment, with her cold and aloof demeanor, seemed like a different person from the usual.

Sister Jiang was extremely 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 seemed to have quieted down a great deal, she subconsciously glanced towards the entrance.

The bar was chaotic, with the smell 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 moment someone appeared at the door, the air pressure seemed 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 meticulously buttoned to the very top.

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

Men in the dance area were absentmindedly watching the person languidly sprawled on the table, while women’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 meter 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 met 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 smell 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 becomes 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 me?" Mu Xingzhi took a deep breath.

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

Mu Xingzhi, whose given name meant ’returning to the clouds’.

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

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 times like these would a hint of her true feelings show.

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

"We’re going back to the Mu Family." Seeing the bewilderment 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 came to her senses, blurting out the words she had withheld, "Violent... volatile."

"Sister Jiang, I’m heading back." Mu Liu, carrying a stack of documents, 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 time she had seen Mu Xingzhi; his presence, his impeccably tailored clothes, even the key ring he held, all were exquisitely refined. Sister Jiang finally came to the belated realization that this man was no simple individual.

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

"I’m sorry." She seemed to have bumped into someone and quickly spoke up.

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

"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. _{freёwebnoѵel.com}

"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 smell of alcohol on her was gone, but a faint smell 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 moment, 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 some clarity, and if not for her actions and the smell 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 seemed 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 immediately, 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.