16 – Wild, wild, wild man?
What’s the meaning of this?
The driver put down his water bottle and quickly rolled down the car window to confirm.
One look was all it took—his heart nearly jumped out of his chest.
A… a wild man?
Wasn’t that the wild man the young mistress had been keeping outside all along?
I heard he was even the young mistress’s first love.
That face—everyone in the entire estate could recognize it.
There was a shooting range on the estate, and every time their young master got angry, he would go there to shoot. The target heads were modeled exactly after this man’s face.
The young mistress was really too bold. Before the young master left, he had repeatedly instructed him to keep a close eye on her, and yet in the blink of an eye, she was already meeting up with this wild man.
He always knew the young mistress’s true nature was hard to change.
The driver anxiously got out of the car, found a less crowded spot, and tremblingly pulled out his phone…
“Mengshu went to see you yesterday, but you ended up beating her so badly she had to be hospitalized. Ruanruan, how could you hit her so hard? She’s a girl. You beat her face like that—if it doesn’t heal properly, how will she face the future?”
Bai Ruanruan glanced leisurely at the anxious man before her.
As his “girlfriend,” it had been a long time since they last met.
And yet, listen to him—the moment he opens his mouth, it’s nothing but nonsense. Every word is about worrying over another woman, and all he has for her is blame.
“Hah.”
Bai Ruanruan’s moist, red lips curled slightly. Her slender, soft, pale fingers brushed the corner of her mouth. In her ink-black pupils, a hint of mischief flickered faintly. Her slightly raised brows carried a touch of wildness as she tilted her head up and said, “Are you jealous of her?”
Faced with the girl who seemed a bit off, Mu Xuan instinctively tightened his grip on the bouquet of roses in his arms. “Wh-what?”
It had been a long time since they last met, but he felt she wasn’t quite the same as before.
“Do you want the same face shape and head shape as her?”
“What do you mean? Forget about Mengshu for now—first tell me, how did you get out of the Jiang family? Didn’t Jiang Yihan forbid you from leaving?”
“I just suddenly figured some things out.”
“What?”
Mu Xuan suddenly had a bad feeling.
“Oh, I promised him that I’d be a good young mistress of the Jiang family, dump you, this worn-out shoe, and obediently stay by his side. So he let me out,” Bai Ruanruan said casually.
“What did you say?!”
Mu Xuan was stunned for a moment before he snapped back to reality and laughed. “Ruanruan, you like me. You tricked Jiang Yihan, and he actually believed you, which is why he let you out, right?”
After all, she loved him to death.
How could she possibly want to be the young mistress of the Jiang family?
“Like you? Like what about you? That you’re old, or that you don’t bathe?”
Mu Xuan: “…”
“Ruanruan.” He glanced down at the flowers in his hand, then pushed them into Bai Ruanruan’s arms. “Today is Valentine’s Day. I ran to several shops just to buy this variety of roses. I was planning to have Mengshu deliver them to you. I know you’ve been waiting anxiously for me in the Jiang family. I really have been trying to find a way to get you out of there. Can you wait a little longer for me?”
He paused briefly before continuing, “Someone like Jiang Yihan just wants to play with you. You mustn’t let him fool you.”
“Tsk, life is already short. Why do you insist on taking shortcuts?” Bai Ruanruan’s eyes gleamed with a strange light as she stared at Mu Xuan with a half-smile.
Mu Xuan felt an inexplicable chill run down his spine. “Wh-what do you mean?”
Bai Ruanruan leaned forward, her red lips parting slightly as she spoke word by word: “It means, I’ll give you a free makeover.”
The girl seized the man’s wrist, and with a crisp crack…
“Ah~!”