Chapter 434: Uncle be gentle 11_1

Mu Xiaojiu took a bottle of red wine from the liquor shelf, opened the cork, and poured himself a glass.

He held the high-stemmed wine glass in one hand while holding the bottle in the other, then sat down beside the couch.

Setting the wine bottle on the coffee table, he lifted his glass.

Tilting his head back, half of the crimson liquid in the glass instantly flowed into his stomach.

His wine-stained lips carried a trace of moist warmth.

In the quiet of the night, this enclosed space became particularly sensual and seductive.

“You still haven’t said what kind of help you need from me.”

He glanced at Baili Xia, his long lashes—so long they would make women jealous—fluttered slightly.

His inscrutable gaze she couldn’t see through.

In this moment, he was like a leopard roaming in the darkness of the night.

Lazy, aristocratic, a disarming elegance that made people easily lose themselves in his charm.

He may look calm, and even gentle.

However, Baili Xia knew all too clearly that Uncle —now—was even more dangerous and unapproachable compared to usual.

But the distance was only in his heart, not including his body.

With a beckoning gesture, she would have to obey and approach, despite her unease.

“I’ve told you that Mr.

Jin…

was drugged by Lu Xuening.

He has no idea what happened today.”

“I see,” he said, lifting his glass for another sip.

The aroma of the full-bodied red wine danced in the air, filling the quiet atmosphere with a provocative vibe.

“So, how can I help?”

“I’ve spoken with Mr.

Nangong,” she said, lifting her eyes to meet his.

She was earnest.

“Mr.

Nangong did acknowledge the presence of toxins in Mr.

Jin…

but he doesn’t know what type of poison it is.”

Mu Xiaojiu didn’t respond, waiting for her to continue.

Baili Xia seized the opportunity and continued.

“Mr.

Nangong said he didn’t understand, but he suggested that Miss Nangong might be able to help.”

“I thought you’d never want to see that woman again in your life,” he quirked an eyebrow, a faint smile playing at the corner of his mouth.

However, the smile seems to stop at his lips, never reaching his eyes.

Baili Xia bit her lower lip.

Every time Nangong Yun was mentioned, she couldn’t help but to think about everything she witnessed outside this door the other day.

The two of them rolling in bed, with him pressing on top of Nangong Yun, their bodies entwined, lost in whatever they were doing.

Perhaps she knew exactly what they were doing, but she kept telling herself not to think about it.

Uncle was never hers to begin with, and she never hoped to possess him.

But there was an undiscussed agreement between her and him.

Every time she imagined his body touching another woman whenever he needed her to release his desires, it was very unsettling for her.

“If you’re not going to speak, let’s do something else.”

Mu Xiaojiu put down his glass, seeming to ponder over some other matter.

Hurriedly, Baili Xia said, “I think she might be able to help, but according to Mr.

Nangong…

they had an argument and he can’t persuade Miss Nangong.”

“Aren’t you supposed to call her Mrs.

Yun?

Do you think ‘Miss Nangong’ is an appropriate way to address her?”

He picked up his glass again, refilled it to the brim from the bottle, and took another slow, savouring sip.

Baili Xia didn’t feel like calling that woman Mrs.

Yun, it was too awkward.

She didn’t feel obligated to respect those who disrespected her or bore ill intentions towards her.

But this time, she genuinely needed her help.

She couldn’t let Lu Xuening manipulate Mr.

Jin any longer.

Going on like this, what if he ends up as Nangong Xu said, with a nervous disorder, turning mad?

What then?