Host, the villain's corruption level has exploded!

Chapter 3: This man is damnably sweet (3)

“………” Who are these people?

Song Zhishu sighed, glanced down through the gap in her trench coat at her black shorts wrapped in the coat, looked away with a headache, and walked out of the small shop.

"Mu Chili! What are you doing?!"

Song Zhishu stopped in her tracks, her gleaming eyes pausing for a moment.

Mu Chili... why does that name sound so familiar...?

[...Host, is the target.] The white dumpling gave a perfect, flawless fake smile.

"Oh! Right, right, right!" Song Zhishu slapped his forehead, squinted his eyes, and turned around to find the source of the sound.

"What? He dared to pinch you and you're still defending him?" A familiar, furious voice came from not far away.

"You don't have to worry about my affairs!"

Oh my god, that brat isn't going to mess with the male and female leads, is he?

Song Zhishu cursed and quickly ran towards the area where people were gathered.

"Excuse me, excuse me, excuse me..." After finally getting to the front, the scene that came into view left her at a loss for what to do.

Two elegant men were already wrestling, their faces covered in bruises. Mu Chili was in no better shape, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth staining his exquisite suit. They were both more disheveled than the other.

The two seemed oblivious to the crowd that had already gathered around the alley, and completely unconcerned about the flashing cameras. Perhaps tomorrow, the sensational story of the eldest son of the You family and the heir of the Song family fighting over a woman will explode.

Song Zhishu's eyes darkened; this was not good news for Mu Chili...

She stepped forward impatiently, pulled the bewildered Bai Xiaobai aside, and hissed, "Are you two ever going to stop? Do you want to drag the You and Song families down with you?"

The two then came to their senses and let go of each other. You Zhi was the first to react, pulling Bai Xiaobai up and glaring coldly at the onlookers. The crowd exchanged glances and made way for them.

Seeing that there was no more interesting entertainment, they dispersed.

Mu Chili collapsed to the ground, her eyes seemingly filled with an unyielding darkness, terrifyingly deep. Thinking of that woman's stubborn face and her concern for Youzhi, her blood-stained hands clenched even tighter.

"Are you sick?" Song Zhishu looked at the disheveled man coldly after everyone had dispersed.

The other party did not respond.

"Do you still want the Song family to be buried with you?" she uttered coldly, pressing closer with each step.

Mu Chili finally spoke, his scarlet eyes revealing undisguised hurt: "I... cough cough, it's none of your business."

"..." Damn, I feel like I've heard that phrase somewhere before.

He leaned against the cold, damp wall, shakily rising to his feet, teetering on the verge of collapse. Song Zhishu quickly went to help him, but was pushed away.

"I told you I don't need your help!" Looking at that repulsive face, Mu Chili felt her heart ache even more.

I just got rejected by the person I like, and now the person I hate is here too.

"Then you'd rather die here today?" Song Zhishu finally lost her patience and slapped him across the face. "Are you awake yet? Are you awake yet?"

Mu Chili stared at her in surprise.

"I know you're in a bad mood. Come on, I'll drink with you."

The other person didn't respond, but nodded obediently.

Song Zhishu drove his car to the park lake and bought a few bottles of beer. The two sat on a stone bench nearby, silent. Mu Chili drank her beer without saying a word, her gaze silently shifting to the person next to her.

She didn't wear her hair in a ponytail today, but rather let it fall loose, adding a touch of gentleness to her charming face. The evening breeze was slightly cool, ruffling her hair, and in the cold moonlight, her beautiful eyes reflected a hint of sadness.