Atlas Studios

  Atlas Studios

  In the manor.

  After Mu Sihan returned to Ning City, he locked himself in the study for a whole day.

  Yi Fan found a private doctor and learned that Young Master Mu’s important part was attacked and was likely to result in impotence.

  If this matter ended in that kind of consequence, it would be a devastating blow to any man.

  If the people from Country S found out, it would involve a large number of people if they wanted to hold someone accountable.

  Including the person who attacked him, the whole manor and him, the butler.

  Yi Fan stood at the door of the study and knocked on the door cautiously.

  He knocked for a while but nobody responded.

  Yi Fan pushed the door open and looked at the man sitting on the leather chair smoking. Yi Fan went in and said, “Young Master Mu, are you okay? I asked someone to bring some pornographic videos, would you like to take a look? Or I’ll go find some women and bring them back……”


  Before Yi Fan could finish, Mu Sihan interrupted him coldly. “I will verify if it is really useless. Stop giving me such revolting ideas.”


  Yi Fan had been with Mu Sihan for several years and naturally understood what he meant by verification.

  “Speaking of Miss Nan, Young Master, she seems to be in trouble.”


  Mu Sihan furrowed his eyebrows and his expression became cold. “Did I mention her?”


  Yi Fan’s mouth twitched.

  He said he was going to verify, was he not going to find Miss Nan?

  The atmosphere was frozen for a few seconds before the man with the cold expression broke the silence with a slightly awkward look. “What trouble?”


  Yi Fan handed the iPad he was holding to Mu Sihan. “At the wedding of Bo Shaoxiu and Nan Yao, Nan Yao had a miscarriage and has accused Miss Nan of causing it. Now the whole internet is scolding Miss Nan.”


  The news headlines were very eye-catching.

  “Sisters fighting over husband: Nan Yao harmed during wedding banquet, the miscarriage of the unborn child in her stomach caused by her sister, Nan Zhi.”


  “Mistress involved: First wife’s blood splattered at the wedding banquet.”


  “Nan Zhi: The most vicious mistress in history.”
……

  There were all kinds of headlines, all accusing Nan Zhi of harming Nan Yao and how she was so cheap and shameless to steal her sister’s fiancé.

  Mu Sihan scanned through them quickly. Yi Fan thought he would get angry after reading them, but he remained calm.

  Pressing a cigar between his thin lips, Mu Sihan lit it with his head lowered. He took a few puffs and said coldly, “Other than Kitten, the people in the Nan family are all as disgusting as cockroaches.”


  Yi Fan felt the same.

  “I asked you to keep an eye on that family after the matter with Ding Shuman releasing the snakes. Did you find anything?”


  Yi Fan nodded and told Mu Sihan what he had found.

  Mu Sihan’s thin lips twitched and his dark eyes were half-closed. “Quite interesting.”


  He tapped the cigar that was between his slender fingers on the ashtray and a coldness appeared in his deep dark eyes. “Let Lin Wanyue contact that mother and daughter who are seeking death, and arrange for an interview.”
……

  In the Nan family villa.

  Nan Yao was pleased and full of disdain when she heard that Nan Zhi had made a special trip to apologize.

  From what she knew, Nan Zhi had fallen out with that Young Master Mu and without his support, Nan Zhi was just an ant in her eyes.

  A tiny, useless ant she could trample to death at any time.

  A contemptuous smirk appeared on her lips.

  Nan Yao did not go downstairs. Nan Zhi waited for nearly half an hour and ignoring the servant who tried to stop her, she took a cup of tea upstairs.

  Nan Yao was lying in bed looking at Weibo. The comments were all scolding Nan Zhi. Other than those manipulated netizens, there was still the internet water army

  bought by the Bo and Nan families.

  “Nan Zhi, I’ll see how you can still stay in the hosting industry in the future. ‘Delicacy’ should prepare to change their host……”


  Before Nan Yao finished speaking, she suddenly heard a light laugh.

  “How could I tread on you in the future if I can’t handle this little storm?”