Gain A Cute Wife By “Kidnap”

Chapter 322

Chapter 322 - Wife If You're Angry Just Hit Me

“Since you've taken the initiative, how could I not accompany you?”

Mu Sizheng's grin transformed into something lewd as he swiftly hoisted Nong Mobai into the car, seemingly anxious that Nong Mobai might backtrack.

The onlookers were stunned as the bosses departed abruptly, leaving them to relay instructions to Shang Cijie.

“He left after just coming for a spectacle?” a subordinate in the gathering retorted suddenly.

A nearby man sighed, “He's not a threat. The bosses won't regard him seriously. It's business as usual. I suppose it's time to head home to my spouse.”

“Have you noticed how the wives of our gang's bosses are becoming more masculine?” “I fear becoming a target among the gang brothers. Many are being influenced by the boss, altering their sexual preferences. They're wary of me,” another man confessed, tears streaming down his face as he covered it.

“Bloody hell, kid, don't frighten me! I only agreed to a drink with a brother today,” another protested.

“I'd advise against it. I might just end up getting drunk and making advances,” warned another.

“Damn, is that so?”

“Who the hell knows? I'm not that brother, but you better watch out for me. Nowadays, all men are wolves,” another added, hiding his face, unwilling to speak further.

The crowd erupted into chatter as their subordinates debated the credibility of the situation. Meanwhile, a couple of men turned away, pretending to whistle. A single glance revealed they were part of the ‘Wolves' faction within their group.

“What's all the commotion about?”

The man who had carried Shang Mingming moments ago bellowed suddenly, reproaching his subordinates for their clamor.

His underlings were taken aback, swiftly lowering their heads in silence, afraid to make a sound.

The man then approached Shang Cijie and introduced himself, “I'm a subordinate of Young Master Xu Moyu's father. My name is Hei Zi, code name Ying Er.”

Shang Cijie found it astonishing. Xu Moyu employed his father's associates, the ‘shadow' members of Mr. Xu Mo? Who would have anticipated Moyu utilizing his father's men, or…? If he was being abducted by his own son, he couldn't employ his own people. Was that why he resorted to his father's associates?

“Is Mr. Moyu currently in Hua Xia?” Shang Cijie inquired with curiosity.

Hei Zi responded deferentially, “Yes, he arrived just a few days ago. I accompanied the young master here.”

Ah, so that's the case! Moyu left with his son not long after I departed from City H?

“Hmm…” So, Han Shaolin will also be coming? Shang Cijie seemed apprehensive about Xu Moyu's husband, Han Shaolin, his expression souring.

“The young master mentioned he wishes for me to bring you to him later. The young master also expresses longing for your presence.”

“Excellent! I'll head over later.”

Upon hearing Xu Moyu's desire to meet, Shang Cijie's eyes sparkled with delight, reminiscent of a child.

Mu Sifa, embracing his waist, felt displeased. Xu Moyu again… What's his connection to my wife? It's truly vexing.

“So, how will he handle it? Deal with it?”

Hei Zi glanced at Xiangyang and subtly gestured a throat-slitting motion. His countenance remained composed, as if he was accustomed to it.

“We'll arrive shortly.” Shang Cijie's gaze chilled as he surveyed Xiangyang.

At this moment, how could Xiangyang dare to utter a word? Shang Cijie's aides were all armed, trembling with fear, their eyes wide with dread.

“Alright.”

Hei Zi refrained from bombarding Shang Cijie with questions and instead stood by quietly.

“Darling, are you truly planning to meet Xu Moyu later?” Mu Sifa's inquiry hinted at his reluctance to let Shang Cijie go.

“You must go, unless you prefer returning to the hotel.”

Wu Tie's displeasure was evident. Though he didn't push away Mu Sifa's hand resting on his waist, his aloof demeanor conveyed his feelings.

Aware of Shang Cijie's irritation, Mu Sifa quickly embraced him, seeking reconciliation. “Forgive me, my dear. I mishandled our personal affairs. I assure you, it won't happen again. I truly mean it.”

Shang Cijie remained silent, neither rejecting nor accepting Mu Sifa's embrace. Perhaps he lacked the energy to resist, or maybe he couldn't bring himself to be so cold-hearted. This wasn't the reaction Mu Sifa had hoped for, leaving him unsettled.

“If you're upset, you can hit me or scold me, but please don't give me the silent treatment, my dear.”

Mu Sifa clung to Shang Cijie, his tone tinged with discomfort.

When had the proud Mu Sifa ever displayed such humility for anyone else? Only in Shang Cijie's presence did he exhibit such vulnerability.

Xiangyang, observing from afar, felt a pang of self-pity. He realized his insignificance compared to Shang Cijie. Mu Sifa wouldn't humble himself in front of him.

Tears welled in Xiang Yang's eyes, his sobs echoing his helplessness.

Xiangyang refrained from questioning Mu Sifa's choice. He recognized his lack of authority. At that moment, Mu Sifa and Shang Cijie's love was genuine, and he was the outsider.