Be Careful, Scum Dad! Mommy Is Back!
Chapter 328: Just wipe it, who can outdo him!

Chapter 328: Chapter 328: Just wipe it, who can outdo him!

Outside the window, there was little but the wind, and no other shadows were seen.

Lu Xining came out from Huang Shaosheng’s house, and just turned the corner to head to the elevator when a strong hand yanked her into a shadowy corner.

Smelling the familiar scent of the man, she furrowed her brow and said coldly, "Ji Muye, are you sick!"

However, he seemed to ignore the displeasure in her tone as he took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the hand she’d previously hooked on Shang Lvxing’s arm.

"Your hand is dirty, let me wipe it for you."

"..." Lu Xining was so taken aback by his words that she almost laughed.

She tried to pull her hand back, but the man’s strength was surprisingly great.

He had even anticipated her next move. The moment she tried to pull back, he tightened his grip on her hand.

Lu Xining twitched her lips in speechlessness, about to slap his face, when she heard the man’s shameless next words.

"I don’t mind you slapping me, but if you do, this hand won’t leave my grasp tonight."

The implication being that if she slapped him, it would mean that she agreed to stay with him for the night.

This was not a scenario Lu Xining could tolerate.

Wipe it then, let’s see if he can wipe forever!

Seeing the ultimate frustration and endurance in the woman’s eyes,

when every finger of her left hand had been wiped clean by the handkerchief, Ji Muye simply threw the silk handkerchief into a nearby trash can.

His eyes showed disdain, as if having any connection with Shang Lvxing was something completely intolerable.

Lu Xining thought she could finally pull her hand back, but the man still held on tightly to her fingers.

Her pale fingers looked even more slender in his large palm.

And her patience had already reached its limit.

"Ji Muye, you’d better stop now; keep your hands to yourself or believe me, I’ll..."

His eyes dark as the night, he huskily said, "I believe."

Lu Xining hadn’t even spoken when she heard the conclusion.

Facing the shameless man today, she always felt like hitting cotton with her fists, not knowing what had changed in his temperament to make her so speechless.

With a ’ding’, the elevator door not far away opened.

Waiting anxiously and not seeing Lu Xining come down, Shang Lvxing went up to look for her, worried she might have encountered some trouble she couldn’t handle.

Little did he know that right after stepping out of the elevator, his gaze met with Ji Muye’s.

Shang Lvxing had noticed him leaving the banquet hall earlier and did not expect he would stealthily come upstairs first.

In front of the other man, Ji Muye bent down, leaned close to Lu Xining’s face, took her hand and pressed it against his cheek. His dark eyes steadfastly gazing into hers he said, "Go ahead and hit."

Lu Xining: "..."

Did he think she wouldn’t dare to hit him? Then he was mistaken.

Just as Lu Xining raised her hand to teach him a lesson, a sudden flicker of amusement appeared in his eyes, and she heard movement behind her. Turning around, she saw Shang Lvxing approaching with large strides.

"Why did you come up?"

Her attention shifted to him, ignoring the man behind her showing off.

Just as Lu Xining was about to walk towards Shang Lvxing, a hand suddenly grasped her waist, its grip much tighter than the one on her hand before.

She glanced back warningly at Ji Muye and gritted her teeth: "Let go."

Her high heels, seven or eight centimeters tall, stepped back half a step and landed on the front of the man’s leather shoes. Pain transmitted from the pressured area, but Ji Muye seemed painless and did not let go.

By now, Shang Lvxing had also reached Lu Xining.

His calm, cold gaze fell on the man’s hand on her waist, and he asked in a low voice, "Ningning, do you need my help?"

Hearing Mr. Shang addressing Lu Xining so intimately, Ji Muye’s gaze darkened, his black eyes seemingly freezing the person in front of him, and his voice also carried a clearly noticeable chill.

"Mr. Shang, it’s more appropriate to call her ’Miss Lu’."

Upon hearing this, the man opposite raised his eyebrows, looking at Ji Muye with a smirk, as jealousy spread.

Mr. Shang, smiling, said, "What if I insist on addressing her that way?"

"If I remember correctly, Mr. Ji’s home isn’t by the sea either, so why the overreach?"

His gaze fell on Lu Xining’s face, seeking her opinion, "Ningning, do you really not need my help? Such behavior from him has already constituted harassment, even if he is the child’s father, he shouldn’t be allowed to indulge in this."

Hearing Mr. Shang’s pointed words, Ji Muye radiated an increasingly heavy low pressure.

Lu Xining’s voice was very faint: "No need, I can handle it myself."

The heel of her stiletto never left Ji Muye’s leather shoe, visibly noticing the man’s clenched breath, the chill in Lu Xining’s voice dropped several degrees.

"Ji Muye, for the last time, let go."

She did not want to kick him disgracefully while dressed so elegantly.

Hearing the meaning in Lu Xining’s voice, Ji Muye’s dark eyes deepened, and in front of Mr. Shang, he swept her off her feet and strode towards the staircase in another direction.

Mr. Shang wanted to follow, but was stopped by Ma Sai and others who suddenly appeared.

"Mr. Shang please halt, our boss and the madam have some words to exchange, and we hope you can understand."

In the stairwell, sounds of a sharp slap echoed.

Lu Xining no longer contained her anger, looking displeasedly at the man in front of her who had suddenly started to lose his mind again.

"Ji Muye, are you sick?!"

"Yes, I am sick, very seriously sick, will admitting it get me medicine?"

Hearing his words, a flicker of discomfort crossed Lu Xining’s eyes.

"If you’re sick, go to the hospital, don’t come bothering me, you should know that our relationship now isn’t suitable to discuss the things you just mentioned, so please show some respect."

Not caring that struggling at this moment might make her fall down the stairs, Lu Xining grasped the handrail, trying to wriggle out of his embrace.

But in Ji Muye’s pair of black eyes, there was a resolute determination not to let go.

"Don’t move!" Ji Muye raised his voice.

"Since nothing I do can win your favor, I don’t mind doing things that you’ll hate."

Lu Xining instantly fell silent, sensing the threat from the man, and knowing Ji Muye’s shameless temper, he might really do something uncontrollable.

The stairwell light was voice-controlled.

As silence fell between the two, the light suddenly went out.

In the darkness, Ji Muye’s handsome face, because of her previous words, was cold as winter snow, the veins on his arms already tensed up with an unwillingness to let go.

He carried Lu Xining straight to the first floor stairwell, and the bodyguards stationed there had already received the message, quickly opening the door to the stairwell.

Adjacent was a rest area arranged by Huang Shaosheng for the guests.

Ji Muye and Mr. Shang each had one.

He carried her to the sofa, lightened the force of his hands as he set her down, and the next second she flipped over and left the sofa, taking another route towards the door.

Ji Muye walked around the sofa swiftly, dragging her back, his lowered eyelashes carrying a powerless confusion.

"What exactly do I need to do to earn a chance from you?"

He closed his eyes, keeping silent as he stared intently into her eyes, the air filled with tension.

Lu Xining’s refusal was very decisive as she looked up.

"No matter what you do, there will be no more chances between us."