C7 Wrongful Person

The man turned his head around, and his pair of deep eyes that seemed like an unfathomable cold pond's depths met each other.

"It's him?" The man who kissed himself at the wedding. " Su Mulin was shocked. She had recognized the wrong person.

"…" The atmosphere was awkward.

"What did you just call me?" The man spoke first, his voice low.

"I …" Su Mulin lowered her eyes, her fingers nervously pinching the hem of her robe. She didn't know why, but every time she saw him, she felt a chill run down her spine.

"Who is it?" Ji Muchen saw that she didn't say anything and his heart flashed a trace of anger. Last night he saw that she was almost knocked out by someone and was saved by him. She did not thank him and did not mind. After all, she was his wife after the wedding, but now she had mistaken herself for another man. This undoubtedly gave him a big green hat.

With a cold snort, he suddenly stepped forward, and a big hand made out of his joints directly pinched her delicate chin …

Su Mulin, who didn't hold back in the slightest, wanted to crush her chin into pieces. She gasped, but didn't dare to cry out in pain.

"I … I didn't know it was you … I'm sorry …" Su Mulin squeezed out a few words, trembling with pain.

"Speak, who is Qingfeng?"

Ji Muchen's fingers, which were pinching his chin, couldn't help but tighten, as if he was going to ask about the identity of this person. Why would the woman in front of him be thinking of another man when she was facing him?

"He's a friend of mine …" she answered with a wry smile. Her eyes twinkled as she lowered her gaze, not daring to meet his gaze.

"Friends?" Ji Muchen chewed carelessly. His dark pupils were as calm and mysterious as the night. The light from them was hard to see. He just stared at the woman in front of him quietly, as if he wanted to see through her heart.

Su Mulin closed her eyes, avoiding the man's questioning gaze.

Ji Muchen felt infuriated when he saw Su Mulin being so stubborn, even though she was enduring the pain.

Anger welled up in Ji Muchen. He let go and quickly carried Su Mulin into the bathroom.

The bathroom door was slammed shut.

Assistant Xiao let out a sigh of relief outside the door and slowly wiped the sweat from his forehead. He stared at the door of the bathroom with fear and trepidation.

Miss Su sighed. If she crossed Young Master Ji's bottom line, she probably wouldn't be able to come out alive.

"Ah, let go of me!" Su Mulin cried out, her pinched jaw still aching.

Ji Muchen threw her into the bathtub filled with water, and before she could sit still, he jumped into the bathtub. With both hands on the woman's chin, he fiercely kissed her lips.

The woman's scent was sweet and mellow, intoxicating Ji Muchen.

He was deeply in love with this taste …

Su Mulin tried to struggle but couldn't, until her vision went black and she fell into a dark abyss.

When she woke up again, it was already two in the afternoon. Su Mulin felt sore all over her body. Looking at her arm and body covered in red scars, Su Mulin recalled the scene that just happened and her face immediately turned red.

And then, a heart-wrenching pain struck him. His own … had been snatched away just like that. Qing Feng definitely wouldn't believe him.