I Want You - Chapter 6

Chapter 6

The Huanshan Villa is located in the very center of Lucheng’s luxury district, with scenery and greenery that are second to none.

Turning in from the main gate leads to a white European-style fountain. Shang Congzhi and Mu Xinglan’s wedding home stands directly behind the fountain, separated by an oversized open-air swimming pool. As moonlight spills down, the water’s surface shimmers with ripples.

For the sake of the yacht, Shang Congzhi did not refuse to go home with Mu Xinglan.

She pushed open the door.

It was as if Shang Congzhi had never left; all the furniture and decor remained exactly as they were a year ago. Even the bean bag chair she usually liked to lounge in sat quietly in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows on the terrace, with shelves beside it full of the fashion magazines she loved to read.

Mu Xinglan bent down, took a pair of mint-green slippers from the shoe cabinet, and placed them at her feet. “Go to the room, take a bath, and get some rest early.”

“Oh…”

This time, Shang Congzhi didn’t try to go against him. She was truly exhausted and sleepy. She had nearly turned into an idiot under the sun at the beach at noon, spent the afternoon matching wits and courage with Mu Xinglan, and danced in the evening. Today’s amount of exercise caught up to her usual weekly total.

Inside the master bathroom.

Shang Congzhi soaked in the long-lost luxury bathtub, playing some gentle music—it was pure bliss. Although her apartment had a jacuzzi, it couldn’t compare to this custom-made, high-end, spacious one with full features. Soaking in it, her very bones felt soft and relaxed.

Unknowingly, Shang Congzhi’s eyelids grew heavy. She lay back against the edge of the tub, half-asleep. She would just take a tiny nap.

Forty minutes later.

Looking at the tightly shut bathroom door, Mu Xinglan’s handsome brows furrowed slightly. He tapped lightly on the door. “Zhizhi, are you finished washing?”

There was no movement inside.

Mu Xinglan applied more pressure to his knuckles. “Zhizhi?”

The bathroom’s soundproofing was excellent, and Shang Congzhi had the music playing. His peripheral vision glanced at the vanity; she hadn’t taken her phone in with her either. Mu Xinglan stood at the door hesitating for two seconds before finally opening the drawer by the vanity and taking out the spare bathroom key that had never been used once.

The bathroom was filled with swirling mist.

Through the hazy white steam, the figure of the girl lying in the tub was vaguely visible. Likely due to her deep sleep, the girl’s small hands that had been resting on the sides of the tub slid powerlessly into the water, and her fair, glowing body began to sink.

Seeing that she was about to be fully submerged, Mu Xinglan didn’t care for formalities. He quickly grabbed a bath towel, walked over, and fished out the girl whose chin had already dipped below the water.

Shang Congzhi was sleeping extremely deeply. Even this movement didn’t wake her; she even found a comfortable position in Mu Xinglan’s arms on her own. The towel was wide, but it couldn’t hide her exquisite curves.

Almost drowning herself while taking a bath…

She was sleeping sweetly, so Mu Xinglan restrained himself from picking her up on the spot to give her a proper scolding. With a heart as still as water, he carried the soft, delicate body of the young girl and placed her steadily on the bed. After covering her with the quilt, he pulled the damp towel out from underneath. The series of actions was natural and practiced.

Upon leaving, his palm inadvertently brushed against her silky, glowing skin. His long fingers smoothed the hair scattered across her cheeks, revealing that beautiful and exquisite face. While asleep, her small mouth pouted slightly, her philtrum red and prominent, seemingly inviting one to go deeper.

Mu Xinglan withdrew his gaze and half-closed his eyes, masking a fleeting flash of frustration in the depths of his pupils. He turned and went to the study.

Early the next morning, sunlight pierced through the thin mist, spilling onto the large bed in the master bedroom.

When Shang Congzhi woke up, she felt completely naked, like a fish in water. She struggled to sit up. The silky thin quilt cascaded down from her body, sliding all the way to her waist.

Shang Congzhi suddenly froze: Holy crap…

Why would a fairy sleep naked? Does she have that much of a sense of security in this house!

Her memory seemed to have blacked out starting from her bath. Trying hard to recall, Shang Congzhi suspected she might have fallen asleep in the tub and was then carried to bed by Mu Xinglan.

And then, and then—

Shang Congzhi’s eyes snapped wide, and she ran da-da-da out of bed. In the full-length mirror, she was fair all over—no hickeys, no marks, and no soreness.

Her heart eased a bit; luckily, Mu Xinglan wasn’t a beast.

Wait, that’s not right!

Looking at the fair, glowing, shapely beauty with a large chest, thin waist, and long legs reflected in the mirror, Shang Congzhi felt her feminine charm had been insulted. Mu Xinglan was actually worse than a beast.

She deeply suspected that during the whole process of Mu Xinglan carrying her soft and delicate self to bed last night, the look in his eyes was probably no different from how she usually looked at a bratty child.

D*mn. That dog man’s eye disease is getting more and more serious.

When Shang Congzhi went downstairs, Mu Xinglan had already left for the company. Only Secretary Qin was standing at the door. “Miss Shang, President Mu asked me to take you to get the yacht.”

Shang Congzhi put on her sunglasses, her face cold. “Oh.”

Secretary Qin opened the car door. Watching Shang Congzhi’s figure as she entered the car, he felt that Miss Shang was exceptionally quiet today. She didn’t even ask about President Mu’s whereabouts.

On the boundless sea, the sun blazed—mysterious and dreamy.

The “zz” yacht was majestic and had been kept in excellent condition by Mu Xinglan. Standing on the deck, Shang Congzhi held binoculars, looking distantly at that rented yacht. Tucking a lock of hair curled by the sea breeze, she said leisurely, “Luckily it was snatched away. Otherwise, what kind of good commercial could be filmed on that broken yacht? Wouldn’t it lower this fairy’s sense of high-end quality?”

After Shang Congzhi got the usage rights today, the yacht was driven directly to the filming location. This stretch of sea was a recognized filming site. Besides the commercial Shang Congzhi was shooting, that first-line female star who had rented the other yacht for a magazine shoot was also filming at the same time.

At this moment, comparing the two yachts, the rented one looked like trash.

Su Lian had seen a lot of the world, but this was truly the first time he had seen such a private luxury yacht. He looked at Shang Congzhi with pity. “Our Zhizhi worked hard last night.”

What a great price she must have paid to exchange for this yacht.

“President Mu should have worn a condom last night, right?” He was afraid Shang Congzhi was still young and didn’t understand protection.

Meeting Su Lian’s “you sacrificed your body for a yacht” look, Shang Congzhi swept a glance at him. “Shake all the trash out of your brain, or I’ll kick you into the sea to let the sharks wash your brain out properly.”

Sleep? Pfft.

Mu Xinglan’s “precious thing,” which was kept like it was under a chastity belt, was for collection—never for “sleeping”.

Sharks washing his brain? Seeing that she had actually lifted her skirt, revealing those fair, well-proportioned long legs, Su Lian knew very well she would definitely do what she said.

He looked at the boundless sea; there were even large marine creatures in the distance. He gasped, “Little Ancestor, I was wrong, okay?”

Seeing him surrender, Shang Congzhi gracefully lowered her skirt, becoming a bright and moving little fairy once more. Su Lian lowered his voice: “You didn’t come home last night; isn’t it normal for me to misunderstand?”

Shang Congzhi leaned back against the railing, squinting at him lazily. “Do I only have one home?”

“I have one at Huanshan Villa, five luxury flats in the city center, three duplex villas at Yuhe, and…”

“These are just my real estate holdings in Lucheng.”

“Even if I changed houses every day for a month, I wouldn’t have to repeat one.”

Su Lian was hit in the face by the flex. He was already numb.

“So…” Shang Congzhi smiled slightly, circling her arm like she was pointing out her kingdom. “So, do you believe this yacht is mine now?”

Su Lian: “…”

Just as the two were staring each other down, Secretary Qin came up with the commercial filming crew. The staff were shocked by the luxury of the yacht and President Mu’s financial power.

Shang Congzhi kicked Su Lian. “Go receive the guests, don’t trouble Secretary Qin.” It made it seem like Mu Xinglan was the owner of the yacht.

Before Su Lian could get up, Secretary Qin had already walked over, bowing respectfully to Shang Congzhi. “Miss Shang, President Mu said that after you’re finished, please let me take it back to be resealed.”

Su Lian stared at her—the meaning was obvious.

You said the yacht was yours, so why can he seal it whenever he wants?

Shang Congzhi took a deep breath. She felt she might not be able to maintain her reserved and elegant nature. After a long while, her red lips spat out a perfectly pronounced: “FCK!”

Seeing her dare to curse in front of Secretary Qin—and seemingly cursing President Mu at that—Su Lian finally believed the yacht owner was her. Probably only the true owner could curse so righteously.

Regardless of whose it was, the commercial shoot officially began. Secretary Qin watched the whole time, sending the entire process of Miss Shang’s work to his superior. He was confirming that she wasn’t using the yacht to fool around, but was truly working.

Fengdu Private Club. This club had extremely strong privacy and was famous in Lucheng as a gold-consuming den for the upper class’s entertainment. The reason it was called by this name was that its business hours were from midnight until the first ray of sunlight rose—except for VVVIP users, for whom it was open anytime.

Inside a third-floor box.

A hollow-carved screen separated the same drinking party into two worlds. On the outer side were wine tables and card tables, clinking glasses, and noisy excitement. On the inner side, Mu Xinglan sat at a rosewood tea table in a leisurely and elegant posture, personally brewing tea. His handsome, jade-like face was calm and composed through the hazy steam, completely unaffected by the outside.

Luo Yanbai tossed a cigarette pack onto the table and slowly lit a cigarette, instantly ruining the divine picture. With the cigarette in his mouth, he flicked the newly printed contract with his finger. “You’re really giving me 1 percent?”

Last night, he thought it was a joke.

Mu Xinglan took the contract from him. He flipped through it calmly and finally signed his name. “You can rest easy now.”

His long fingers appeared cold-white under the light. Pressing his fingertip against the contract, he slowly pushed it toward Luo Yanbai.

“Tsk, you’re truly willing.”

Luo Yanbai and Mu Xinglan had been partners for many years. It was the first time he had seen him so calculating for a girl, even willing to cede 1 percent of equity. Don’t look down on this 1 percent; in the future, it would be worth countless billions. In all their years of cooperation, Mu Xinglan had never given up even half a percent for the sake of a long-term partnership.

“Tell me, how did this actress stir the heart of our desireless, abstinent Master Mu?”

Luo Yanbai thought the girl looked familiar yesterday. When he went back and checked, she really was an actress. Backed by someone, and quite popular. From the looks of it, her backer was undoubtedly Master Mu.

Mu Xinglan heard him mention Zhizhi in a playful tone, and his eyes were indifferent. “Her name is Shang Congzhi.”

Luo Yanbai understood; he was serious. “You really have your eye on her?”

Seeing Mu Xinglan remain silent, he continued: “True, with those looks, it’s no wonder you’re moved. So the reason you stayed away from women before was that you didn’t care for those ‘common powders and vulgar flours.'”

Now that a true celestial-looking one had arrived, even he would have designs like a mortal.

The usually upright and composed man rarely failed to give face, his tone carrying obvious displeasure: “She’s still a child, don’t make jokes about her.”

Luo Yanbai thought he had misheard. “Wait, if I’m not mistaken, her wiki says she’s 21 this year, not 1, right?” What kind of child is that!

Mu Xinglan swept a glance at him. “In my eyes, no matter how old she is, she’s a little kid.”

What kind of ‘old father’ speech is this?

Between adult men and women, any talk of “little kids” is usually handled as roleplay. His gaze landed on Mu Xinglan’s calm, abstinent profile under the light. What surfaced in Luo Yanbai’s mind was the scene he saw in the lounge last night. He suddenly gave a wicked smile. “Then did you have a physiological reaction to your ‘little kid’ last night?”

The coldness around Mu Xinglan grew more intense. He had completely lost interest in chatting with him. Mu Xinglan raised his chin slightly. “The contract is signed. The door is behind you.” The eviction notice was clear: Take your contract and get out.

Tsk. Luo Yanbai saw his stubbornness. To avoid his multi-billion project going down the drain, he lazily stood up and helplessly raised his hands. “Fine, I won’t say it. I’m going outside to drink.”

Before leaving, he didn’t forget to take the newly signed contract.

He was the only one left in the inner part of the box.

Mu Xinglan frowned deeply, rarely pulling impatiently at the tie that was always meticulously tied around his neck. He pulled a cigarette from the pack Luo Yanbai had left, and his fair fingertip flicked open the silver metal lighter with a click.

But he was in no hurry to light it.

Expressionlessly, he flicked the lighter open and shut, over and over. Listening to the rhythmic metallic sound, his mood gradually calmed a bit.

Abruptly, the phone resting on the table vibrated a few times. After glancing at the message from Secretary Qin and thinking of her whereabouts today, Mu Xinglan put the unlit cigarette back into the pack.

Only then did he touch the screen and open a photo that had been sent:

Under the blue sea and sky, the young girl was in a shimmering mermaid strapless gown, sitting on the edge of the yacht. The skirt trailed into the seawater, and her long black hair clung damply to her snow-white back. Her peach-blossom eyes, wearing iris-blue contacts, were lazy and mysterious. The finishing touch was the sapphire blue diamond earring on her earlobe.

Mu Xinglan’s eyelashes lowered as he quietly stared at the mermaid in the photo.

After a long while, his fingertip moved slightly. With a calm expression, he set this photo as his lock screen.