C11 Who Would Have Thought That He Would be the One Being Humiliated?

Director Zhang, having had almost his fill, grew bolder, his grip around Yeh Xirann's waist tightening as he faced Mu Yanchen without a trace of fear. "Mu's truly has an excellent reputation in Xinan City!" he exclaimed, lifting his wine glass. "Mr. Mu's team is so thoughtful, sending over such a Little Demoness that I simply can't refuse to sign. You can rest assured the job will be done well; there's no need for any oversight."

"It appears my new subordinate is quite capable," Mu Yanchen remarked, his icy gaze never leaving Yeh Xirann's face.

Yeh Xirann, now heavily made up, had a seductive glint in her eyes, her allure controlled yet potent, indeed resembling a demoness.

"Of course! If I weren't capable, why would the boss send me to accompany Director Zhang? I'll gladly drink to your toast," she declared.

With that, Yeh Xirann took Director Zhang's hand, guiding the wine glass from his grasp to her lips. Having drunk too much, the red wine passed down her throat, its bitterness and sweetness indistinguishable.

Mu Yanchen's eyes sharpened. He had indeed arranged for her to be there with Director Zhang, but he had thought...

"I just love your spirit, Little Rann!" Director Zhang nearly shouted in his excitement. "For this Little Demoness, Little Qiu, add another hundred million to the contract!"

A hundred million was a drop in the bucket for Mu's, but for Yeh Xirann, it was an immense delight.

"Director Zhang, you're too kind," Yeh Xirann said with a smile, planting a kiss on his greasy cheek.

"My goodness! Your lips must be sweetened with sugar!" Director Zhang said joyfully, burying his head in her chest, inhaling her scent deeply.

A chilling aura burst forth from Mu Yanchen as he strode over, swiftly pulling Yeh Xirann into his embrace.

Feeling her slip away, Director Zhang was not pleased and rose to reclaim her.

Mu Yanchen had no intention of letting her go, especially with Director Zhang's drunken fumbling, which failed to even catch the hem of Yeh Xirann's dress.

"Hey? What's the meaning of this, Young Master Mu? We had an agreement to head upstairs for some serious business!" Director Zhang's plans were disrupted, and he questioned the situation with an accusatory tone.

The others in the private room claimed to be drunk, yet they all retained a semblance of sobriety. Witnessing the scene, no one dared to utter a word.

It was clear that Mu Yanchen was unwilling to let Director Zhang have his way with the woman...

Ah, the world of the wealthy is beyond the comprehension of us working folks!

Yeh Xirann, dizzied from being toted around by Mu Yanchen, was in no state to resist. She had no choice but to feign being an inert 'plastic bag' for the moment.

"Kuan Yue, handle the rest," Mu Yanchen instructed.

With that, he escorted Yeh Xirann out of the room, not even sparing a backward glance for the others.

Director Zhang watched in dismay as his prize was whisked away. He staggered forward in pursuit, but his attempt was short-lived. Kuan Yue deliberately stuck out his foot, tripping the inebriated man, who knocked himself out cold.

The others hastily carried their unconscious boss away...

Young Master Mu is not someone to be trifled with!

Yeh Xirann, taken upstairs to the suite, was suddenly jolted by the cold shower dousing her from head to toe. The chill brought back a fleeting sense of déjà vu, as if she were back in the sea that day, trembling and curled up in the corner of the shower, clinging to herself for warmth.

This unexpected reaction from Yeh Xirann caught Mu Yanchen off guard. His anger instantly froze, and he instinctively shut off the water, tossing a towel over her.

"Feeling more clear-headed after that cold shower?" Mu Yanchen asked, his tone heavy with implication.

Indeed, he had intended to trouble Yeh Xirann by having her sign the contract, expecting her fiery nature to escalate the situation into chaos...

But to his surprise, he was the one left feeling embarrassed in the end.