Fickle CEO/C18 To be Mortified and Obstinate
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C18 To be Mortified and Obstinate

When Lan Xi woke up, he only felt smoke coming out of his throat, and his lips were dry and cracked.

When she got up from the bed, she was horrified for a moment and almost thought that something had happened to her. Her little face was pale with fright as she looked down to see that her clothes were still intact.

Looking down from the second floor, Mu Yanchen was reading a newspaper beside the dining table in the living room.

This strong visual impact caused Lan Xi to take a small step back. His small hands gripped the railing, and he began to breathe in and out.

This is... Where?

"After you wake up, go wash up and then come down to eat. You have twenty minutes."

A deep and mellow voice, without a trace of warmth, leisurely sounded in the hall.

Lan Xi bit her lips, her small face red and white. She suspected that this man's head also had eyes.

She ran to the washroom and randomly washed her face and teeth. While she did so, she stared at the set of white toiletries on the shelf. She turned her head and saw the white towel, which had a trace of sternness in it.

Not daring to look any further, she put on a pair of slippers and walked out.

It was only when they were walking down the stairs that Lanxi was able to clearly see that this house was much larger than she had imagined. She slowly walked down, pulling out the heavy chair in front of the dining table as she whispered, "Where is this …"

After reading the last bit of the finance and economics section, Mu Yan Chen folded the newspaper and put it aside. He took a napkin and briefly wiped his hands.

"My house." His voice was low.

Lan Xi was stunned.

Actually, she was a bit hungry, so she didn't want to be courteous with him. She reached out with her hand to the table and grabbed a piece of bread to eat. "Then did I come here by sleepwalking?"

The silver fork in Mu Yan Chen's hand paused for a moment before he put it down. He then picked up a mouthful of milk and drank it, before raising his eyes and asking, "You don't remember?"

Lanxi was shocked. She nearly choked on her bread as she swallowed it. She nervously looked at him, afraid that she would guess correctly. Had she really done something world shocking after being drunk last night?

Mu Yanchen put down the cup of milk. His handsome face turned slightly chilly as he said in a low voice, "Sit."

His aura was naturally strong, and a cold, low pressure seemed to spread throughout his body in an instant, making it hard for him to breathe. Lan Xi was stunned, but she didn't dare to disobey. A stream of light flashed across her clear little face, telling herself to relax as much as possible. It was no big deal.

She sat down beside him obediently and stubbornly.

Unexpectedly, the moment he sat down, his strong hand reached out and grabbed her dainty chin, forcing her clear eyes to look at him. His voice had a sinister and strict tone.

"Lanxi, I'll tell you this once, and this will be the last time. You're not allowed to go out alone at night, especially not with people you shouldn't be with. Go somewhere you shouldn't be, understand?"

Lan Xi was first frightened by his aura, and then she immediately reacted.

"That's not someone I shouldn't be with. That's my classmate, and she …"

He frowned and said, "Say 'yes'."

Lan Xi instantly choked with anger, and her small face flushed red, "Mu Yan Chen, on what basis do you care about me? "You are just my big brother in name. You don't even care about my dad …"

"You really hope that no one cares about you?" His voice was colder, colder than ice. "I will only repeat, 'Okay.'"

Lan Xi's jaw ached with pain, and his eyes shined with a brilliant light. He was humiliated and stubborn.

Just like that, she continued to struggle, second by second. The light in her eyes became dimmer and dimmer, almost to the point where she couldn't hold on any longer.

The dangerous pressure was almost suffocating her.

Her long eyelashes drooped, accentuated with a hint of soft grievance, and she answered with a low and clear "Yes".

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