C161 – The Bad Is Over
“That wretched woman.”
Jia Tianxia’s desire vanished completely after this embarrassing scene. He quickly dressed and left.
The woman on the bed, still naked, couldn’t believe it. She angrily hurled a pillow at Jia Tianxia, cursing, “You beast, Jia Tianxia, come back here!”
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In the bathroom, Shang Minjie mulled over Jia Tianxia’s motives, and her eyes gradually grew cold.
She recalled the woman, always lingering around Mu Sifa, often casting envious glances at her. So, it was jealousy?
How audacious! He dared to lay hands on one of my men, Shang Minjie thought.
A beautiful smile curved on the corner of her lips, yet the more she smiled, the more it revealed her true anger.
Mu Sifa, returning to his room, searched for Shang Xiaojie but couldn’t find him. His instinct led him to check the bathroom.
Assuming Shang Xiaojie was still dressing up, he paid no heed to the sounds from inside.
Mu Sifa crouched down and asked, his tone now gentle once more.
Still, Shang Xiaojie didn’t respond, burying his head deeper into his knees.
Mu Sifa’s patience began to wear thin. He issued a warning in a cold voice, “If you continue like this, I’ll get angry.”
Unexpectedly, Shang Xiaojie retorted, “Then get angry!”
This was no longer his usual coquettish tone but rather the defiance of someone who had lost everything.
Shang Xiaojie believed that Mu Sifa had deceived him, and he couldn’t fathom why Mu Sifa would lie to him like that. He had initially wanted to take a bath to clear his thoughts and decide what to do, but he had been too naive. What could he possibly figure out in his current state of confusion?
“Hah! It appears I’ve spoiled you too much these past few days. You, Shang Xiaojie, think you can just ride on my head and act this way?”
Mu Sifa’s voice grew cold, dangerous, and detached.
Shang Xiaojie raised his head abruptly and snapped back, “Who was wrong? Was it me?”
Mu Sifa, taken aback by the sudden emotional outburst, frowned in irritation. “Are you crying?”
Although his voice should have been filled with pain and anger, Shang Xiaojie misunderstood it as annoyance toward him and admitted to crying. Tears welled up in his eyes once more.
“What does my crying have to do with you?” He pushed Mu Sifa away and ran out of the bathroom, wiping away his tears.