“Damn it, damn it.” Chun was furious. Zhu Nei Zhengxiu!
Three minutes later, Lingmu Chun drove her car onto the highway. As an agent of a BAND, she couldn’t just let him be. Since she hadn’t officially submitted her resignation, she felt she had to fulfill her duty.
The red-light district. A small white villa.
The lights were on, but there was no sound of people. Chun stopped the car, puzzled. She got out and walked towards the villa, feeling uneasy.
There was no one at the door, which made her even more anxious. Where are you, Zhu Nei Zhengxiu? Standing in the opulent hall, surrounded by paintings, she felt like prey under the gaze of the figures in the paintings.
Suddenly, the side door opened, and a violinist in a black tuxedo walked out slowly. He played “Auld Lang Syne.”
There was a sound from the stairs, and she turned to look. A man dressed in a prince’s outfit approached her, his sensual red lips startlingly attractive under his black mask.
Is that Zhu Nei? His gaze snapped her out of her reverie, and she extended her hand to accept his invitation. Let’s dance, the first and last time. Tomorrow, I’ll leave this place!
“Are you Zhu Nei Zhengxiu?” she asked softly, “Did you trick me into coming here?”
He stopped dancing, removed his mask, and she guessed correctly. Zhu Nei Zhengxiu intended to play the violin himself, just the two of them.
“I had no choice; you wouldn’t accept my invitation.”
“I’m just your agent, Zhu Nei. If you want to chase women, you should know who to target.”
“Why can’t you be my target? Tell me why!” He grabbed her hand.
Should she show her feelings? She fought with herself. No, let’s keep it hidden. “It’s your problem.”
“What’s wrong with me? I’m a man; of course, I like women!”
“You like any woman! You have an irresponsible father who made you distrust love. Zhuang Nei Zhengxiu, actually, you are just like him!”
“Not the same!” he shouted, “Don’t compare me to that old man! Ling Mu Chun, I like you!”
