Peterson Hotel, E Country.
The sound of leather boots touching the ground echoed. A handsome face that could leave anyone breathless belonged to it; sharp features, brows arched like swords, beautiful eyes, and a straight nose. His thin lips were lightly pursed, radiating an aura that kept people at arm's length. The neatly tailored, dark-green military uniform he wore seemed like it was made just for him. It accentuated his tall and straight physique, exuding an inherent majestic aura.
"Boss," A somewhat teasing voice rang out, "The President of E just called. He wants you to hold off on leaving. He wants to host a farewell party for you, as a token of thanks."
The man paused, "Tell him my mission is done," His icy gaze met the other man's, "Notify everyone, we're going back home early tomorrow."
"…Understood."
The military uniform was carefully hung in the closet near the entrance, followed by the loosening of the tightly knotted tie and the top two buttons of his shirt. Just then, there was a knock on the door accompanied by incoherent grumbles and continuous ringing of the doorbell. With a furrowed brow, he turns, opens the door.
The next moment, a slender figure, reeking of alcohol, directly lunges towards him. Reflexively, he steps aside to avoid her but due to the close distance, he's taken by surprise. Some unknown substance stained his shirt, causing the cold exterior to falter. On the floor laid a woman who smelt sour and repugnant.
This woman, just vomited on him.
She lay there, like a dead pig. Absently wiping her mouth, she fell into a drunken sleep.
Coldly eyeing the woman on the floor, he proceeds to the bathroom. When he returns, he is wrapped only in a bath towel. The droplets of water trickling down his body added to his enticing allure.
He was a man who made women scream. Whether it was his face or physique, they could make countless women, or even men, drool.
Seeing the woman on the floor, frowning, he swiftly picked her up and unceremoniously dumped her into the bathtub. The running water filled the bathroom as he walked out.
If his subordinates were here, he bets they would be dumbfounded. Their fearless leader, unexpectedly dealing with a woman, and one who had just thrown up on him, at that. What a bizarre day.
"Gurgle…gurgle…help…" After a while, he re-enters the bathroom to find her flailing in the tub, blowing bubbles as she struggled.
At least she rinsed her mouth too, though the scene was slightly nauseating.
He unceremoniously tossed the woman onto the couch.
The next second, there was a sudden "slap" sound. The veins on his forehead bulged out even more. The slap mark on his face indicated the force used was by no means light.
For the second time! Helian Feng was ready to off the woman before him.
"Gu Mubei, you scoundrel!"
"Why her and not me?"
"Are money and power really more important than love?"
The woman spewed out her sentiments in a curse-like fashion.
Helian Feng coldly stared at the woman before him, a woman with a wounded heart.
However, power... Hmph, it indeed held significance, although he lacked any regard for it.
"Woman."
He huffed coldly and ignored her. Helian Feng turned and began to walk away.
Cold..." murmuring, Mu Yi curled up into herself.
Helian Feng's steps faltered subconsciously as he glanced back at the woman curled up on the couch, reminiscent of a pitiful kitten, her eyes dark and elusive.
Hmph, women!
