Chapter 99: So Cold
When those black eyes swept toward her, they were different from before—no longer shrouded in a mysterious mist. The deep gaze almost felt as if it would pull her in.
Chi Wan’s heart skipped a beat.
He was indeed a peerless beauty.
He immediately made the whole room full of men look inferior.
But… why was Chi Che here?
Chi Wan had a headache. Hadn’t he gone to A-73 Xingqiu?
Chi Yuzhou, having heard the news, had returned and arrived at the door at this moment.
“You are the Mr. Chi that Sixteen mentioned?”
The moment he saw Chi Che, Chi Yuzhou’s eyes brightened.
The mastermind behind the Yize Group was actually this young.
Even more miraculous was that a subordinate had just reported that he actually wanted to come and be his precious daughter Wanwan’s Nanchong?!
If Sixteen, with whom he had crossed paths several times, hadn’t personally escorted him off the spacecraft, he would have almost thought he had encountered a scamming syndicate.
Sixteen followed from a distance. Chi Che lowered his gaze and nodded slightly to Chi Yuzhou:
“Old Mr. Chi, to be honest, I am here this time to compete for the position of your daughter’s Nanchong.”
Chi Yuzhou raised an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping over the extraordinary man before him.
He tried his best to suppress the corners of his mouth, which wanted to curve upward.
The Yize Group had practically appeared out of nowhere. First, it had seized several interstellar business territories overnight. Then, it had aggressively acquired various interstellar industrial parks and mining areas at high prices. Its development speed was astonishing.
In three months, it established an unshakeable status. In the fourth month, people learned the person behind it was surnamed Chi. It wasn’t until half a month ago that the Yize Group officially appeared in everyone’s eyes.
One could say he had given these old business veterans a lesson.
Now seeing the man himself, one couldn’t help but sigh—young people really do act with lightning speed.
A figure like this, whose status wasn’t even lower than Chi Yuzhou’s own, now wanted to be his daughter’s Nanchong?
Chi Yuzhou didn’t know what kind of wind was blowing today. He could only secretly think that this Mr. Chi must be someone blinded by beauty.
He feigned a serious look and turned to Chi Wan:
“My precious daughter has a bad temper. The ones I chose for her all have non-Shaobing constitutions. I wonder if Mr. Chi has awakened a Shaobing constitution?”
Not just a bad temper, but very violent.
Chi Wan turned her head away to avoid Chi Che’s unignorable gaze, only to realize that the room full of men was now quite nervous.
No one was a fool. One Chi Che was enough to make them all look like pheasants.
Chi Che’s gaze swept over the room of men, a hint of coldness in the depths of his eyes. His voice was lazy and filled with a trace of a smile:
“You can rest assured about that. Miss Chi Wan should also know me quite well. I can’t carry much on my shoulders or lift much with my hands. I’m even afraid of mice.”
This truly surprised Chi Yuzhou.
Such an outstanding man had no Shaobing constitution?
“Miss Chi Wan even acted as my bodyguard once. Does Miss Chi Wan still remember me?”
Even though Chi Che prompted her word after word, Chi Wan stubbornly showed him only the back of her head.
Even though she felt his gaze was about to burn a hole in the back of her skull.
“I don’t remember. You must have the wrong person.”
Seeing her intentionally trying to distance herself from him, Chi Che’s eyelids drooped slightly.
Just then, the pink-shirted man at the head of the crowd stepped forward, poured a glass of water from the table, and walked toward Chi Wan:
“Miss Chi Wan, would you like some water?”
Pu Jing was also pouring water at that moment. As the two crossed paths, the man in pink acted as if he had been bumped into and suddenly fell to the floor.
The water cup flipped, splashing water all over him.
Then, under Chi Wan’s watchful gaze, he slowly looked up. His wet hair was plastered messily to his forehead. His innocent eyes looked at Chi Wan pitifully as he said in a soft voice:
“Ah… so cold.”
Pu Jing: “…”
Chi Wan: “…”
Chi Yuzhou: Not sure, let me look again.
Chi Wan was stunned.
But she looked at the pink-shirted man for too long, which made Chi Che thoughtful.
A second later, Chi Yuzhou was called away again.
He went to the end of the corridor and saw an assistant handing him a Xingping (Star Screen).
Looking at the content on the screen, even the well-traveled Chi Yuzhou was stunned for a second.
The news of finding a Nanchong for Chi Wan was meant to be a secret. Those who knew about it must have some ability and background.
Yet at this moment, they had just received four new applications for the Nanchong position.
And none of them were strangers.
He had met them all when he went to the X-K Alliance for Chi Wan. Although he was angry at the time that they had bullied Chi Wan and were constantly competing, he couldn’t deny that each of them was one in a million, a true talent.
Chi Yuzhou let out a deep breath, his seasoned and sharp eyes narrowing.
This is truly strange.
After Chi Yuzhou left, Chi Che walked straight up to Chi Wan, blocking her view:
“Does Miss Chi Wan like this type?”
Chi Wan looked up and met his dark, unreadable gaze. She remembered what the System had said before, and her thoughts became complicated for a moment.
Why did he deviate from the plot? Why was he appearing here now?
[He definitely likes you, Host. Whether you choose to force him back to his world and plot or take him in, it’s your choice.]
The moment the System spoke, Chi Wan firmly chose the first option.
To make him back off, she nodded. “Yes.”
Hearing this, the pink-shirted man’s eyes filled with joy. He stood up, wanting to walk toward Chi Wan to continue his performance.
Chi Che’s magnetic voice sounded low: “Sixteen.”
Sixteen, standing behind him, immediately understood. He closed his eyes, seemingly enduring some kind of emotion he had never experienced before, and then clenched his fist as he walked toward the table.
Under the watchful eyes of Pu Jing, the man in pink, and the crowd of men, he poured a glass of water.
He walked to Chi Che—
And splashed it right in his face.
The transparent cold water completely drenched that noble face. His hair was scattered across his forehead, dripping with water droplets. Droplets slid from his brow, gathering at his jawline. His tightly pursed lips also shimmered with water.
Chi Che raised a hand to wipe the water from his chin. His drenched chest rose and fell slightly. He looked at Chi Wan with a deep gaze, the water droplets on his lashes trembling. He furrowed his brows, his voice pressed low and magnetic, the end of his sentence carrying a soft, breathy tone.
As if he were acting spoiled: “So cold.”
He had captured the essence of the pink-shirted man and upgraded it to a much more elegant version.
Chi Wan was dumbfounded.
The others were dumbfounded too.
Only Sixteen turned his back, appearing unable to look.
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