frightfiction Chapter 867 The 'Dummy' Who Refused to Be Bound for a Lifetime (5)
Chapter 867 The 'Dummy' Who Refused to Be Bound for a Lifetime (5)
"Hello, are you from the logistics department?"
Mu Zhou looked at the unfamiliar man passing by and asked.
She remembered that the person on duty for logistics tonight was Uncle Qin, a middle-aged man in his forties.
But the person in front of me wearing a logistics uniform is a young man.
Could it be that the shift has been changed?
Mu Zhou hadn't gotten to know all the staff members yet, so he could only ask questions.
But the man stammered and couldn't explain himself, and he didn't stop walking.
Mu Zhou sensed something was wrong:
"Excuse me, please wait a moment..."
Upon hearing this, the young man let go of the cart and ran away.
Now everyone knows something's wrong with him.
Mu Zhou picked up the walkie-talkie and called security, while preparing to block the stairwell.
She reacted quickly; upon seeing the phone in the man's arms seemingly broadcasting live, she instantly realized that he was likely a paparazzi who had infiltrated the area.
We absolutely cannot let them take a picture of us!
She disregarded everything and reached out to stop him, but in the struggle, another tall figure was already in front of her.
He grabbed the paparazzi's wrist, while Mu Zhou took the opportunity to snatch his phone.
Seeing that his scheme had been exposed and his phone had been stolen, the paparazzi suddenly flew into a rage and shoved Mu Zhou violently.
Mu Zhou staggered backward, about to fall, she closed her eyes, preparing for intimate contact with the ground.
The next second, her waist was hooked by a long arm, and she was pulled into an embrace with a faint scent of wine.
This series of unexpected events lasted only a few seconds, and Mu Zhou's mind went blank for a moment.
She only came to her senses after the security guards arrived.
Seeing the paparazzi being subdued, Mu Zhou breathed a sigh of relief, then realized his phone was still live-streaming.
She hurriedly closed it.
Only then did she realize that she was still in Shen Junchuan's arms.
She froze for a moment.
Shen Junchuan's eyes were dark, and his gaze lingered on her slightly pale lips for a moment before he slowly released her hand.
He stared at Mu Zhou, his tone revealing no emotion:
"Don't be reckless in the future; the manor has security."
Mu Zhou paused for a moment, then smirked and handed him the phone:
"He was live streaming the whole time. I was afraid that if I couldn't stop him in time, it would cause incalculable consequences, so I didn't think too much about it. I'm sorry, I will be more careful in the future."
If we fail to stop him immediately and he runs up and films something, even if we snatch his phone, the footage broadcast live will be enough to cause a huge uproar.
The reputation of Heming Manor's security will probably suffer in the future.
After all, it's a high-end resort, and the level of privacy is what customers value most.
Just like today's cheating scandal, no matter how much it causes inside, no one outside will know.
It's even possible that after a physical altercation, the couple could reconcile and go out hand-in-hand to face the media.
Everything is a matter of a fleeting thought.
Her explanation was neither humble nor arrogant.
There was no resentment, nor anger.
It was just a bland narrative.
Shen Junchuan took the phone, raising an eyebrow slightly.
I never expected that this puppet lady would react so quickly.
Indeed, a woman who can be kept by Song Huaizhi's side can be thoughtless and boring, but she cannot be a good-for-nothing.
His expression was amused, and Mu Zhou didn't offer any further explanation.
After nodding slightly to Shen Junchuan, she walked towards Xiao Li, who was not far away.
The security and public relations departments will take over the rest.
Mu Zhou stood silently at the front desk.
A prompt with the number 0001 came to my mind.
[The target Shen Junchuan's favorability has increased by 5%, currently at 8%.]
Xiao Li watched Shen Junchuan's figure disappear and then breathed a heavy sigh of relief.
"You scared me to death, Zhouzhou. Luckily you reacted quickly. Otherwise, if that paparazzi had rushed up, we and the security guards would probably have been punished."
After patting his chest in relief, Xiao Li looked at Mu Zhou's expression and couldn't help but say:
"Zhouzhou, are you feeling unwell? You don't look well."
Mu Zhou glanced at his glasses and said indifferently:
"I was in a rush when I came out, and I didn't put on lipstick."
Her pale face had a blush on her cheeks, but her lips were completely bloodless.
Her bright face seemed to be veiled in a thin mist.
The fever is likely recurring.
She received an IV drip at the hospital yesterday, and after coming out, she came to Heming Manor. Fortunately, there was a medical room there, and she got some fever-reducing medicine.
It seems the illness hasn't gotten better.
Yesterday's rain was really heavy.
Mu Zhou closed his eyes, and the dizziness returned.
Her long eyelashes drooped down, adding a touch of fragility and melancholy to her small, delicate face.
At 2 a.m., the Han couple finally calmed down.
The front desk staff have all returned.
The manager noticed that Mu Zhou looked terrible and assumed she was just frightened by what had just happened.
"You've only been here for one day and this has already happened, and you're still making me work overtime for so long. Here's what we'll do: come back at 2 PM tomorrow."
"Thank you manager."
Mu Zhou thanked him, then returned to his dormitory in a daze, took his medicine, and fell asleep.
As a result, she was woken up by her phone early the next morning.
It was Song Huaizhi who called.
This was the first time Mu Zhou had called since leaving the Song family.
"Hey."
Mu Zhou had just woken up, and his voice was muffled. He answered the phone without even looking at the screen.
After a brief pause, the previously icy aura dissipated somewhat, and the tone became tinged with helplessness and resignation:
"Zhouzhou."
Mu Zhou regained consciousness in an instant.
She looked at her phone in disbelief; it really was Song Huaizhi calling.
In the past, Mu Zhou would always take the initiative to admit his mistakes and only after being punished would he receive a kind look from him.
She opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word.
On the other end of the phone, Song Huaizhi looked at the screen on his tablet.
That was a clip from a live stream.
It's currently trending on social media and has been shared countless times, making it difficult to take it down or delete it.
He tapped his fingertips on the table:
"Go home, stop throwing a tantrum."
Mu Zhou slowly sat up:
"I didn't cause any trouble, and I won't go back."
Finally, she added:
“I did nothing wrong, I will not apologize, and I will not accept punishment.”
Song Huaizhi's expression froze slightly, and he pursed his lips:
"Mu Zhou, my patience is limited. You need to learn to stop when you've gone too far."
Mu Zhou gave a silent, cold laugh.
It was that familiar, condescending tone again.
Accepting her initiative to show weakness felt like a blessing.
Her breathing was even, and her tone was resolute:
"Mr. Song, thank you for taking care of me over the years. I will walk my own path from now on."
After saying that, she hung up the phone.
Hearing the busy tone on the other end of the phone, Song Huaizhi suddenly curved the corners of his lips into a smile.
But that curve was chillingly indifferent.
He looked at the image on the tablet again and froze.
The man held the petite woman in his arms.
His face turned cold.
After Mu Zhou stormed off from the hospital, he didn't let anyone follow him.
Noticing that she hadn't gone to her friend's house either, Song Huaizhi sent someone to look for her.
Unexpectedly, she went to work as a receptionist at Heming Manor. Song Huaizhi's expression never improved after learning about this.
How could she stoop so low as to do such a thing?
Before he could even bring the man back, he saw this video.
He scoffed lightly.
Their wings have really hardened.