novelraw Chapter 400 - 205. Nan Wan looked at him,
Chapter 400 - 205. Nan Wan looked at him,
At first, Nan Wan understood, but as she realized it, the blush on her cheeks, which hadn’t faded, suddenly felt like it caught fire, spreading to her neck, collarbone...————
President Mu’s office.
A man wearing a courier company’s uniform stood there, around forty years old, sporting a beard, his black shoes covered in mud, looking quite sloppy, in stark contrast to the understated luxury of the office décor.
Liu An cleared his throat and asked, "Four days ago, you received a package, tracking number 8945375290. Do you remember what the sender looked like?"
"I don’t remember," the man seemed to not care about the person in front of him at all, his coarse manner revealed clear impatience, "Sir, I still have many parcels to deliver. If I waste too much time and get complaints from customers, my salary gets docked."
"We will double the amount of your docked salary," Liu An remained unruffled, "please think again."
The man waved his hand, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth as he spoke, "I handle hundreds of parcels every day, how could I remember what customers look like."
Liu An felt a headache coming on. Before bringing the man to the office, he had asked him no less than ten times.
Dealing with someone so clueless was difficult for him too. He looked sideways at the boss seated in the black soft chair, "President Mu..."
Mu Jin Huan was dressed in a black shirt and trousers, sitting cross-legged, his fingers, defined by distinct joints, held an expensive pen, slowly turning it.
A minute later, he finally lifted his head, his gaze roving from head to toe at the man standing in front of the desk.
Noble and indifferent, profound and unfathomable.
"Before entering the warehouse, all parcels are opened for inspection. Such a special item, are you sure you have no impression?"
His voice was calm and flat, yet there was a potential chill echoing in the listener’s ears.
The man shivered. Living at the bottom of society, he had dealt with countless hooligans, but those people were nothing compared to Mu Jin Huan in front of him.
The former were paper tigers bluffing in vain, while the latter, though appearing as an unassuming dagger, possessed a blade capable of slitting throats.
Perhaps trying to quell the fear in his heart, he shouted loudly, "I’ve been working at the company for six years now, as long as it doesn’t violate state regulations, I’ve received all sorts of bizarre parcels, exhausting. How could I have time to remember customers’ appearances? What, are you trying to use power to oppress us ordinary folks?"
In such an environment, it sounded particularly grating.
The calm depths in Mu Jin Huan’s eyes started to seep with a hint of danger, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes from the drawer, lighting one up, but after just one puff seemed to remember something.
Seeing the boss knit his brows and pulling the cigarette from his lips, Liu An quickly brought over the ashtray and then stepped aside.
Initially, Mu Jin Huan merely extinguished the burning cigarette, but the force increased little by little until the entire cigarette was crushed, as if conveying some sort of message.
His indifferent voice carried a sinister undertone, "I don’t care what method you use, make him remember."
Liu An glanced at the carefree man and replied respectfully, "Yes."
...
After staying at the Mu Family hotel for three days, Nan Wan felt she was going to get ill from being stifled. The weather wasn’t great, and she didn’t even go downstairs to the garden for a walk.
At home, there was Aunt Zhou to talk to, but here, after Mr. Mu left for work at the company, she was all alone.
She felt completely dispirited, listless.
Swiping the room card, a ’beep beep beep’ sound echoed as the door opened. Nan Wan felt very strange, she hadn’t called for any service, and hotel staff wouldn’t come in without notice.
Putting down the book in her hand, she had just stood up from the wicker chair when she saw Mu Jin Huan walk into the room.
In surprise, she checked the time on her phone, ten o’clock, which meant he had only been gone for two hours.
When the man stopped in front of Nan Wan, she was still in a daze until he took her phone away, and she snapped back to reality.
In a low voice, she asked, "Why, why are you back?"
Mu Jin Huan took a coat and draped it over her shoulders, gently reminding her, "We agreed to go to the suburbs, remember?"
Nan Wan thought for a moment, there indeed seemed to be such a thing, "...Aren’t you busy?"
Mu Jin Huan fetched a pair of shoes from the doorway, pressed her shoulders to let her sit on the edge of the bed, then bent down, half-squatting on the carpet to change her shoes, "Not busy."
From Nan Wan’s perspective, she could only see his dark short hair.
In her heart, the tiny capsule wrapping sweetness burst open, glazing everything in sugar syrup, leaving a sweet taste on her palate.