Chapter 1543 - 1558: The Irresistible CEO

Chapter 1543: Chapter 1558: The Irresistible CEO

This series of actions was as swift and graceful as a rabbit, competently rivaling those expert in lightweight skills in old martial arts films. Normally, Lin Mu would take delight in showing off, but now he had no such thoughts. As soon as he touched the ground, he rushed forward, his eyes gleaming with cold light that seemed to freeze the air.

"Hopefully, nothing has happened, otherwise..." Bang! The wooden door was kicked open. Lin Mu squinted his eyes, muscles tense, like a fierce deity descending, charging in aggressively.

"What the heck?"

Lin Mu, filled with fury and ready to unleash his might, was dumbfounded when he saw the scene before him. An empty room devoid of even a single strand of hair, furniture and bed covered with white cloth, faint layers of dust settled on top. Clearly, he had kicked the wrong door; no one lived here.

"What are you doing, acting wildly in the middle of the night?" an angry voice suddenly rang out.

Lin Mu froze, turning slowly, only to see the displeased face of Song Yanan standing coldly at the door. His body shuddered, and his face turned as green as autumn spinach. By now, if he still didn’t realize he’d been fooled, then he was truly a dunce.

"I’m talking to you, are you mute?"

"I, I’m just exercising, alright?"

Lin Mu curled his arm, striking a terminator pose. Today’s incident was too embarrassing, he couldn’t bring himself to admit it.

"You crazy! The president finally managed to sleep, keep quiet so you won’t wake her up again..."

Lin Mu received a thorough scolding, to the point where his head almost drilled into his waistband. What a disgrace, the mighty king of North African soldiers, invincible across the African continent, having weathered storms and encountered treacherous people, yet today tricked easily by a ’slimy eel.’ Was it possible that after being severely injured, not only had his sense of direction worsened but even his intellect had begun to decline?

Pushing open the door, Lin Mu sat absent-mindedly on the bed, his face full of gloom, feeling a certain hero’s despondency in his twilight years.

"Heaven envies the talented, is being too excellent also a mistake... uh, what’s this thing?"

Lin Mu curiously hooked his finger, and instantly, a faint fragrance wafted into his nose, one that didn’t belong to any perfume, but rather had a hint of a woman’s body scent.

Turning on the lamp, Lin Mu stared and couldn’t help but gape.

Suddenly sensing something amiss, Lin Mu lifted his head and looked around. Despite the identical structure to his own room, the arrangement was drastically different.

"Creak!" Just then, the door to the bedroom bathroom opened, bright light spilling out onto Lin Mu sitting by the bed, holding some lingerie.

"Oh crap, this time washing in the Yellow River won’t clear this up!" Lin Mu swallowed hard.

The person who emerged was none other than Sophie, who according to Lin Mu had already gone to sleep.

Their eyes met, and the beautiful CEO, while drying her hair, gazed wide-eyed in surprise...

"Heh heh, I get it, five-year wait, right? But tonight was truly just a misunderstanding, can you believe me if I say that?" Lin Mu swallowed and chuckled awkwardly.

"I didn’t blame you, why so tense?"

Lin Mu’s gloominess dispersed instantly, picking up the hairdryer and confidently started blowing it vigorously. Her hair fluttered, a faint aroma lingering, the reflection in the mirror appearing as beautiful as a celestial being, though slightly different from daytime. Yet, Lin Mu didn’t notice these things, his mind was joyously anticipating the unfolding storyline.

But just then, the bedroom door opened, and a voice sounded: "President, why are you up?"

"Song Yanan?"

"Is it her?"

The two exchanged a look, Lin Mu’s expression turned inexplicably flustered, while Sophie’s eyes flickered with strange indifference and disdain.

"Quick, hide! How awkward for her to see this!"

"It’s not possible, a dignified seven-foot man can’t crawl under a table. Plus, it can’t even fit me!"