Why are you looking for him?

Wen Cao strode out and saw the table full of sumptuous dishes. His eyes lit up instantly. He rushed to Mu Han and hugged him happily. As soon as he looked up, his eyes fell on Mu Han's neck. There were red marks on it that were particularly conspicuous. Wen Cao was stunned and pointed at them in shock and asked, "The marks on your neck... when did you get these?"

Mu Han's eyes flickered, and he slowly avoided the topic: "Hurry up and eat, or the food will get cold."

Wen Cao, however, refused to give in. He reached out and gently touched the red marks, his tone inquiring: "Don't change the subject. Tell the truth."

Mu Han felt a little guilty when asked, and said vaguely: "Just think of it as... being bitten by a dog."

Seeing that he really didn't want to talk, Wen Cao sighed helplessly and said, "Okay, okay, let's eat first." She picked up her chopsticks and was about to pick up some food when Mu Han stopped her. Mu Han pointed to the hangover soup next to her. Wen Cao looked at him, chuckled, and obediently picked up the bowl of soup and drank it. After finishing it, she ate the food in big mouthfuls, temporarily putting her previous doubts behind her.

The next morning, as soon as Lu Zhizhi arrived at the office, his assistant pushed the door open and walked in, reporting in a steady tone, "Mr. Lu, we've found out. After getting off the plane, Mr. Mu went to a cafe, met someone, and then booked a room."

"What? Get a room?!" Lu Zhizhi stood up suddenly, his calm expression instantly shattered, his tone filled with uncontrollable anger, "With whom?"

The assistant continued calmly, "That man's name is Wen Cao. But from what I've observed, nothing seems to have happened between them. I checked Wen Cao's situation, and he seems to have run into some trouble recently. Mr. Mu should have gone to help him."

Lu Zhizhi frowned, tapping his fingers lightly on the table. After a while, he suppressed his restlessness: "I understand. Anything else?"

The assistant paused and added, "Also, President Han is also investigating this matter."

"Han Yi? What's he doing here?" Lu Zhizhi was a little confused, but he didn't take it too seriously. He waved his hand and said, "Alright, keep watching. Report any new developments immediately. You can go and get busy first."

At nine in the morning, Mu Han and Wen Cao were cuddling on the sofa watching TV when their phone suddenly rang. Seeing the name "Han Yi" on the screen, Mu Han's eyes darkened slightly, and he picked up the phone slowly.

Han Yi's gentle voice came from the other end of the phone: "Hanhan, I found out..."

"Hanhan, who is this?" Wen Cao came over and asked curiously.

Mu Han touched Wen Cao's hair and said gently, "A customer who wants to buy paintings."

Wen Cao nodded, didn't ask any more questions, and turned back to watching TV.

Mu Han whispered into the phone: "Send me a WeChat message, I'm hanging up first." After that, he hung up the phone. Soon, Han Yi's message came.

At this time, Wen Cao's phone rang. He picked it up and saw that it was a message from Song Shuchi: [You must be at home before 5 pm today.]

Wen Cao looked at the message, her fingertips tightened slightly, her eyes dimmed, and she unconsciously became dazed - Song Shuchi, her boyfriend who was a big movie star, had become increasingly cold towards him since he became famous. Not only did he cheat on her, he even brought outsiders home. This had been going on for two years.

"What's wrong with Xiaocao?" Mu Han finished reading the message, looked up and found Wencao in a daze, and asked softly.

Wen Cao quickly put away his phone and forced a smile: "Nothing, just a little distracted. By the way, Hanhan, do you have anything to do tonight?"

Mu Han shook his head, his tone relaxed: "It's okay, I came here just to relax with you."

Wen Cao's eyes lit up and he said with a smile, "That's great. I'm hungry. Let's go eat hot pot?"

Mu Han smiled and nodded: "Okay."

The two of them came to a hot pot restaurant. As soon as they sat down, Wen Cao shouted to the waiter, "Give me a few bottles of beer."

Mu Han frowned: "I don't really feel like drinking."

Wen Cao immediately came over, pulled his arm and shook it gently, with a hint of coquettishness: "Just drink with me, okay?"

Mu Han looked at the pleading in his eyes and finally softened his heart: "Okay, drink less."

But Mu Han's alcohol tolerance was too low. After drinking a glass of beer, his cheeks flushed and his eyes began to wander. Wen Cao saw this and said helplessly and distressedly: "Hanhan, you are drunk, let's go home."

Mu Han nodded dazedly and was supported by Wen Cao back to his residence. Wen Cao gently placed him on the bed and covered him with the quilt. After hesitating for a moment, he quietly closed the door and left - he had to go see Song Shuchi. There were some things that he couldn't avoid.

However, as soon as Wen Cao left, Mu Han suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes clear and bright—he wasn't drunk at all. He saw Wen Cao's panic when she answered the phone and her forbearance when she read the message. He quietly got up and followed her, with a bad feeling in his heart.

After following Wen Cao for a long time, Mu Han stopped when he saw a familiar villa. This was Song Shuchi's home. Not long after Wen Cao went in, a car stopped at the door and Song Shuchi got out.

Mu Han hid in the dark, watching Song Shuchi push the door open and enter. His brows furrowed as he cursed in a low voice, "What is this scumbag doing here?"

In the villa, Wen Cao sat on the sofa, his face pale. Song Shuchi strode over and asked in a cold tone, "Where did you go yesterday?"

Wen Cao raised his eyes, his voice trembling slightly: "Where I go is none of your business."

Song Shuchi sneered, yanked off his tie, and pushed Wen Cao onto the sofa, saying with contempt, "It has nothing to do with me? Do you think running away and hiding will help?"

"Let me go!" Wen Cao struggled hard, but was held down by Song Shuchi.

Song Shuchi ignored his resistance and kissed him roughly, his hands still tearing Wen Cao's clothes, his tone full of sarcasm: "Why are you pretending to be noble? Didn't you come here just to beg me to touch you?"

Wen Cao closed his eyes in despair, tears rolling down his eyes.

"bump!"

With a loud bang, the door was kicked open. Mu Han stood at the door, exuding a terrifying low pressure. Looking at Wen Cao, who was disheveled and crying on the sofa, his eyes instantly turned cold as ice. Without saying a word, he rushed forward and punched Song Shuchi in the face, knocking him to the ground.

"Song Shuchi, are you still human?" Mu Han's voice was filled with suppressed rage. He took off his coat and carefully draped it over Wen Cao to cover the exposed skin.

Song Shuchi was stunned by the blow. After recovering, he roared, "Who are you? What happened between him and me is none of your business!"

Mu Han turned around and stared at him fiercely, as if he was staring at a dirty bug: "His business is my business. Do you deserve to be called the movie emperor? You don't even know how to respect others. You are simply a scumbag!"

Song Shuchi struggled to get up, blood on the corner of his mouth, but he still said stubbornly: "He came up to me on his own and didn't want to separate. Doesn't he just want me to have sex with him?"

"Shut up!" Wen Cao suddenly shouted, her voice tearful but resolute. "Song Shuchi, we're completely over."

Mu Han stood in front of Wen Cao and looked at Song Shuchi coldly: "Get out. If you dare to touch him again, I will destroy you."

Song Shuchi looked at the ruthlessness in Mu Han's eyes, then looked at Wen Cao's resolute eyes, and finally he gave in and slammed the door and left cursing.

The villa finally quieted down. Mu Han turned around and looked at Wen Cao who was still trembling. His tone softened instantly and he reached out to gently wipe away his tears: "It's okay, I'm here."