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"Is there something you want to ask me?" As he left the Mu Residence and drove back, Mu Shaosi gently turned his head to inquire of Xinran.
"Yes!" Xinran replied honestly, "But I don't know if I should ask!"
"You are about to become my wife; there's nothing I need to hide from you!"
"I just want to know why your relationship with your mother is so poor?" Xinran asked cautiously, occasionally glancing at Mu Shaosi.
"We don't have a poor relationship; we simply don't have a relationship at all, so how can it be considered poor?" Mu Shaosi chuckled softly. It seemed he understood this woman well. Back at the Mu Residence, she had maintained a cautious demeanor and was very polite, seemingly eager to please his family. However, judging by the outcome, she must have been disappointed since his father, Mu Zhengqian, was not an easy person to please, and Dewen—his woman had no need to win her over!
"She's not your mother, right?" Xinran suddenly realized. This explained why she felt that Augus had a good relationship with his mother while Mu Shaosi did not. It turned out his family situation was similar to hers. However, she wondered whether Mu Shaosi's mother was the legitimate wife or a mistress.
"Let's find a place and have a drink together, my future wife!" Mu Shaosi seemed unwilling to discuss it further and said instead.
Xinran nodded. Perhaps the reason this king-like man was usually so aloof was due to his family background. Since he didn't want to elaborate, she wouldn't press him further; she wasn't the type of woman who dug deep into matters.
The night was beautiful. Mu Shaosi skillfully navigated through the bustling city. However, this was Xinran's first time riding in a car driven by him; previously, they always had a driver. For some reason, Xinran sensed that Mu Shaosi's mood wasn't great. This feeling had lingered in her heart since leaving the Mu Residence. She thought she didn't really understand Mu Shaosi, but he was also an ordinary person who wanted his family's blessing for marriage. Clearly, his father didn't seem very concerned about it; he merely acknowledged it with indifference.
Mu Shaosi must be unhappy about this matter. It reminded her of her own fears that her father's love for her would diminish over time, leading her to desperately cling to that affection and seek her family's attention. No matter how strong a person is, they still need that emotional support after many years!
"Miss, here is your Long Island Iced Tea; please enjoy!" A waiter dressed in extravagant attire brought the drink into the dimly lit private room before quickly opening the door to merge into the noisy atmosphere outside, where dance music filled the lobby.
Xinran leaned against the sofa, watching Mu Shaosi pour a glass of whiskey with ice down his throat. She knew he was drowning his sorrows in alcohol. She didn’t try to stop him; instead, she quietly picked up her Long Island Iced Tea and took a sip.
Before long, Mu Shaosi had already consumed more than half a bottle of liquor. He frowned and loosened his tie, roughly tearing open the collar of his shirt. This disheveled appearance gave him a wild allure. Xinran set her glass down and leaned over to gently take the wine glass from Mu Shaosi's hand.
"You've had enough to drink. I thought you called me here to share your troubles, but it seems you just wanted to drink!"
Mu Shaosi turned his head and quietly glared at Xinran. Was she worried he would get drunk? Perhaps she didn’t know how much he could handle; half a bottle of strong liquor was nothing to him. Through the dim light, he looked at the woman before him—her fair face, her captivating eyes, her delicate nose, and her rosy lips—all of it stirred his thoughts, making him irrationally want to get closer, uncontrollably drawn to her…
"Without alcohol, I can only savor you…" Mu Shaosi smiled elegantly and pressed his lips against Xinran's. After a few seconds of silence, he began to kiss her, teasing her soft lips repeatedly.
This was her own doing; who told her to be so beautiful? She was about to become his legitimate wife, and both her body and heart would belong to him entirely. Why should he wait any longer?
Mu Shaosi exerted a bit of force, parting Xinran's lips. Her mouth carried a faint taste of alcohol that was quite delightful. He tangled with her tongue while one hand cradled the back of her head, controlling her, and the other wrapped around her waist, bringing himself even closer to her.
"Mm…" Xinran let out a muffled moan. Mu Shaosi pulled back slightly, resting his forehead against hers as he whispered softly, "Woman, don’t tempt me anymore; I fear I won’t be able to control myself and will take you right here!"
As he spoke, he kissed Xinran's lips again—fiercely and passionately—giving her no chance to catch her breath…
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