Xin Yu sat obediently in the back seat, watching the scenery rushing past, pondering the identity of the beautiful woman she had just seen.
She and Mu Yichuan must have some connection…
Hopefully, they wouldn't run into each other again.
Suddenly remembering her appointment with Cheng Che that afternoon, Xin Yu quickly took out her phone and apologized, saying she would reschedule for a couple of days.
Looking up again, Zhang Hong's car had stopped in front of an old mansion. The solemn red lacquered gate, weathered by time, bore two bold characters hanging above it—
Mu Residence!
Her heart skipped a beat. Xin Yu hurriedly concealed her unease. She had actually… arrived at Mu Yichuan's house?!
This luck was simply extreme.
"Manager Zhang, I…can I… not go in?" Zhang Hong rolled her eyes, snorted, and said imperiously, "Judging from your appearance, although you're not worldly, you at least know the Mu family's background. Just follow me and take notes; don't make a sound."
Xin Yu sighed and followed behind Zhang Hong down the quiet corridor, clenching and unclenching her fists several times. At this time, Mu Yichuan should be at work; the chances of running into him were slim.
Phew… her heart calmed down a little.
"Butler Mu, hello! I'm Zhang Hong from Ya Wenhua. I recently arranged an interview with Mr. Mu," Zhang Hong introduced herself softly, her tone unusually sincere.
Xin Yu pouted. The difference in treatment was truly stark! "Miss Zhang Hong, please come in." Butler Mu was an elderly man in his fifties, looking energetic but stern-faced, though his tone was relatively kind. He looked at Xin Yu, "Oh, and this is?"
Butler Mu sized Xin Yu up and down several times, almost staring her into the mirror, until finally, his eyes widened in surprise—or perhaps shock would be a more accurate word.
Xin Yu blinked her clear black eyes, wondering to herself, had she never seen him before? Why did Butler Mu seem to know her?
Could it be that Mu Yichuan had publicly revealed her situation at home?
No, Xin Yu rejected that idea. Mu Yichuan would never do such a thing!
He had no genuine feelings for her; it was always coldness, humiliation, and threats—not a shred of respect whatsoever…
"Oh, this is my assistant—" Zhang Hong's voice interrupted Xin Yu's thoughts, seeing that she didn't know how to introduce herself.
Xin Yu quickly smoothed things over, "Butler Mu, hello, my name is Xin Yu."
Butler Mu led them to the living room, saying he was going to invite Old Master Mu. Before leaving, he gave Xin Yu a deep look.
Thump, thump, thump. Xin Yu felt her heart pounding. That look was definitely not ordinary; it was filled with doubt and speculation.
How could this be?
The more she thought about it, the more uneasy she felt. What had that bastard Mu Yichuan done!
"Are you serious?" Zhang Hong glanced at the restless Xin Yu and lowered her voice. "Look at you, so easily fazed. You should come out with me more often and broaden your horizons."
Xin Yu slightly curled the corners of her mouth, accepting Zhang Hong's "charity."
"Get me some water." She pushed the cup away without ceremony, and as Xin Yu turned away, she wiped the sweat from her palms.
"Oh." As Xin Yu got up to pour the water, she inexplicably felt the atmosphere in the living room drop.
After filling Zhang Hong's water glass, she looked up and almost froze.
Mu Yichuan stood at the top of the stairs, dressed in a well-tailored dark suit that made him appear as noble as an emperor of the night. His cold eyes, like spitting ice, stared at Xin Yu.
"I..." Xin Yu's body trembled violently, her hands clenching instantly. Seeing Mu Yichuan's gaze, she knew he had misunderstood her.
"Hello! We're from Ya Culture Company... here to interview Mr. Mu." Zhang Hong quickly stood up, explaining despite the oppressive atmosphere.
Mu Yichuan ignored her, taking a step closer to Xin Yu. Seeing that familiar little figure on the second floor earlier, he had thought he was hallucinating from missing her so much!
As she approached Xin Yu, she took a step back in fear, only to see Mu Yichuan's eyes darken, his aura becoming even more chilling.
"Refined culture?" A deep, magnetic voice whispered in her ear. "I thought it was the new maid."
Maid… He was humiliating her again…
Xin Yu looked up in surprise, her face flushed with a delicate blush from his words and sarcasm, making her appear incredibly alluring.
Mu Yichuan's throat tightened; her simple action had triggered a change in his body…
Damn it!
Zhang Hong wanted to retort, but Mu Yichuan's piercing gaze shattered her words.
"Pour me a glass of water." Mu Yichuan said, then walked towards the door.
"I…" Xin Yu didn't want to. She was afraid of him, and even more so, she didn't want to confront him on his turf.
"Hurry up! You won't make me lose the interview, will you!" Although Zhang Hong didn't know Mu Yichuan's identity, his aura was undeniable. She quickly grabbed a glass of water and handed it to Xin Yu.
Xin Yu followed Mu Yichuan, feeling like she was walking on the road to prison, her heart pounding so hard that even the water in her cup trembled.
Mu Yichuan suddenly turned around, snatched the cup from her hand, and threw it away.
"You!" Xin Yu looked at him in surprise, wondering why he was so angry. Just because she came to his house? She hadn't wanted to!
"You won't even pour me a glass of water?" His hawk-like eyes were sharp and cold. "Then what are you doing here?!"
"I... I work part-time at Ya Culture." So it was about the water. Xin Yu quickly explained, but as soon as she spoke, his face darkened even more.
Xin Yu almost bit her lip, but managed to say something else, "Last night, you promised me I had my freedom—"
"Freedom?!" Mu Yichuan roared, grabbing Xin Yu's slender wrist and dragging her towards the lake.
"You... what are you doing? Let go!" Xin Yu's liver trembled; the chill emanating from him was colder than the dead of winter. "Fine, I'll let go!" Mu Yichuan tossed Xin Yu towards the lakeside, his large hand releasing her.
"Ah! No!" Xin Yu's body trembled violently. Without thinking, she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around Mu Yichuan's waist.
So tight…
She pressed against him, and even through her clothes, Mu Yichuan could feel her frantic heartbeat and her trembling.
So afraid?
She even dared to mention freedom to him!
She even came to his house for a side job!
"You… bully the weak, take advantage of the small… you broke your promise!" Xin Yu buried her face in Mu Yichuan's chest, protesting and accusing him in a muffled voice!
"Looks like you want to taste the lake water." He grabbed Xin Yu's arm.
"No… no!" She didn't want to. If she could, she wouldn't even want to see him! Without him, she was so happy, so free, so peaceful…
Seeing him gripping her arm tightly, Xin Yu tightened her grip even more. But this slight movement sent a warm, soft sensation into Mu Yichuan's heart, and he felt a sudden, inexplicable heat rise within him…
He supported Xin Yu with one hand and strode away. Xin Yu relaxed slightly, but when she peeked inside and saw them enter the nearby artificial hill, her heart leaped again.
"Mu Yichuan, let go! If you… don't want to see me, I… I'll leave right now!"
Wasn't that enough? What was his intention in bringing her into the artificial hill…?
"Let go? Who's holding me so tightly? Hmm?" Mu Yichuan's teasing voice rang in her ear, his warm breath making Xin Yu's body tense.
The next second, she quickly released her grip, trying to escape from his embrace.
"Wife, your body is so honest, how could your husband not be satisfied?" He said, cupping Xin Yu's face and forcefully kissing her, aggressively conquering her.
"Mmm..." Xin Yu flailed her arms, but couldn't break free from Mu Yichuan. Gradually, she couldn't withstand his strength, and coupled with fear, she grew increasingly weak.
However, her remaining will still told her that doing this in the open, in the dignified Mu family home, only showed how unlucky she was, and how shameless he was!
"No, Mu Yichuan...you can't do this!" Xin Yu's resistance and protests were met with his merciless penetration.
Her eyes widened like saucers, staring intently at Mu Yichuan, inevitably filled with tears of grievance.
"How does freedom feel?" He held her still, and surprisingly began...casual conversation.
Xin Yu's face was pale, biting her lip tightly, afraid to cry out in humiliation.
"You don't look well," he said, still not moving, his large, burning hand gripping Xin Yu's waist tightly. "Speak."
Speak... In this situation where they could be seen at any moment, he actually wanted her to speak...
How could she speak like this? Once her lips loosened, her disordered breathing and voice would cause her to crumble, her restraint and composure collapsing!
"Call Ya Wenhua now and cancel your part-time job." With that, Mu Yichuan pulled out his phone.
Bastard!
Xin Yu screamed inwardly. He actually wanted her to make a phone call like this? And cancel the part-time job Cheng Yuan recommended!
Why?!
Mu Yichuan looked at the stubborn little wildcat in his arms, his dark eyes narrowing. It seemed he wouldn't see reality unless he taught her a lesson!
"No!" Xin Yu snatched the phone, pressing it against Mu Yichuan's chest, her breath unsteady. "I need to work."
Her alluring aura made his manhood throb even more. Mu Yichuan's steely arms tightened around Xin Yu, his dark eyes filled with lust.
"So proud?" He spoke coldly, a stark contrast to the heat in his body and eyes. He leaned down and bit her lip, arrogantly declaring, "Fine."
Xin Yu couldn't believe Mu Yichuan at all. He had promised her last night, and now he was backing out.
"Even if the entire capital belongs to your Mu family, you have no right to control my life, you have no right… ah…" Xin Yu bit her lip, swallowing a shameful moan, "No right to force me… to be your parasite!"
Mu Yichuan remained cold and silent, expressing his dominance and possession through his actions…
His deep, dark eyes, like the night sky, were fixed on the limp figure in his arms, so soft and pink, yet so stubbornly pale.
Only when the last rays of the setting sun faded did he carry her out of the artificial hill, to the car, and back to the large bed in the Nanlong Villa.
"I… will absolutely… will never submit to you," Xin Yu murmured, driven by her last vestiges of consciousness. Mu Yichuan looked at the soundly sleeping Xin Yu, a silent smile playing on his lips. His handsome face was calm and content. "I'll be waiting."