An Nan sat beside Lan Xinxixi, never speaking a word from start to finish, and she didn’t even glance at the mahjong table. Lin Mubai took it all in, yet felt a deep pain in his heart. Did she dislike him so much that she didn’t even want to look at him? Content orıginally comes from NovelHub(.)net
As he pondered, the atmosphere around Lin Mubai grew increasingly cold, even his close friends frequently side-eyed him, but none dared to say anything.
An Nan, sitting on the sofa, looked equally upset. Usually drinking sparingly, she didn’t refuse the glasses that Lan Xinxixi kept handing her, only taking them and sipping lightly. It was unknown how many glasses she had downed in a short span of time; she just felt her mind getting sharper.
Those around watched her change, each wide-eyed, exchanging glances of disbelief, as a voice echoed in their hearts, "Is this still a woman? She’s drank so much yet remains this clear-headed."
She soon stunned everyone with her actions.
Reaching out to push away the blue glass cup once again offered by Lan Xinxixi, she stood up and walked toward the mahjong table. Upon seeing her approach, Xi Shaoqi quickly stood up to support her, but she casually avoided him, "I’m fine."
Then, her piercing gaze landed directly on Lin Mubai, equally icy in demeanor, half-tauntingly asking, "Young Master Lin, shall we see who has better mahjong skills?"
The man continued to sit nonchalantly at the mahjong table, silent, but Gao Yuwen beside him couldn’t hold back, sneering at An Nan, "Who are you to speak to Mr. Lin like that?"
Gao Yuwen completely perceived this woman as someone like herself, seeking to attract Lin Mubai’s attention, which she obviously couldn’t allow, needing to nip it in the bud.
Her words instantly earned sharp glances and scathing looks, causing her to become frightened, while the man she adored spoke bluntly, "Miss Gao, some words need careful thought before speaking. If you lack brains, don’t speak lightly."
Subtle chuckles spread immediately, Gao Yuwen’s face turning paler than pale. Internally, she’d cursed An Nan countless times. Were it not for the inappropriate setting, she might have fiercely stood up and slapped her. But she understood her position; such occasions were no place for recklessness. One mistake could erase all she’d achieved overnight, a fate she couldn’t bear or wish to face.
Lin Mubai’s harsh words to Gao Yuwen didn’t garner much attention from An Nan; she merely cast a disinterested glance over the ghostly-pale Gao Yuwen, then focused back on Lin Mubai. She didn’t follow the entertainment industry closely, only vaguely recognizing Gao Yuwen, unaware of who she was and indifferent. Her sole target now was Lin Mubai—the name she thought of and spoke in her heart. She was simply acting on her core instincts.
An Nan at this moment was markedly different from usual, noted by Lin Mubai and Xi Shaoqi, who knew her relatively well. They felt astonished by her shift before and after drinking, equally curious about what she intended to do.