OFR – Chapter 275 Return to the Pavilion

At 10:30 in the evening.

Mu Bai brought back Mu Xiaoxiao, Zhou Xiaoyu, and the others—who had drunk too much and were leaning against him—to the penthouse.

After returning, the few who were drunk went to the bathroom and vomited for a long time.

Liu Fei’er, who hadn’t drunk much, was busy moving around, taking care of the others.

About half an hour later, Mu Xiaoxiao, Zhou Xiaoyu, Liu Yan, and the rest finally collapsed in the bedroom and fell asleep peacefully.

As for Liu Fei’er, she tidied up the mess in the living room.

At that moment, seeing that all the other girls besides Liu Fei’er had gone to sleep, Mu Bai was ready to leave.

After all, even though his relationship with Mu Xiaoxiao had progressed a little, there were still Zhou Xiaoyu, Liu Yan, Li Shishi, and Liu Fei’er in the penthouse.

It wouldn’t be appropriate for him to stay any longer.

Moreover, the Huan Zijin Villa District, being a top-tier residential area for the wealthy, was a prime target for paparazzi or entertainment journalists. Every year, there would be one or two scandals about certain tycoons keeping young models or celebrities.

Of course, for the top few tycoons—like Li Shaofeng, Pu Erwen, and Chen Yunzhi—no media outlet would dare report on any of their rumored affairs.

Because when a person becomes powerful enough, public opinion is no longer capable of suppressing them.

“Hmm? You’re leaving?”

At this moment, Liu Fei’er noticed Mu Bai’s movement to get up and asked softly.

“Yeah, I’ll trouble you to look after them tonight. It’s not very convenient for me to stay here. Why? Is something wrong?”

Mu Bai got up from the sofa and nodded.

“Oh, nothing. It’s just that Sister Jing seems to be looking for you. On the way back just now, she messaged me on WeChat and asked me to tell you that if you have time, she hopes you could wait for her a bit—she has something to discuss with you.”

“Hm? She has something to discuss with me?”

Mu Bai sounded a bit surprised. Although he had gone through hardships with Dongfang Jing and they could be considered friends, at most their relationship stopped there. Compared to his relationship with Nalan Yunshao, it was far more distant.

And since they had no business dealings or connections, he truly couldn’t guess what Dongfang Jing would want to discuss with him.

Could it be about Mu Xiaoxiao?

Mu Bai speculated in his heart.

As he was lost in thought, Liu Fei’er gently and thoughtfully added, “Yes, so… could you wait for Sister Jing a little while? Oh, and I’ll make you a cup of hot tea. You can rest and sober up a bit while you wait.”

Saying that, she walked over to the water heater and began preparing two cups of hot tea.

Looking at Liu Fei’er—the so-called national goddess of the entertainment industry—Mu Bai had to admit that compared to Zhou Xiaoyu, Liu Yan, and Li Shishi, she was indeed more deserving of that title.

Not only was her appearance and figure both above 90 points, her temperament and personality were also aligned with most men’s ideals.

Gentle, thoughtful, poised, and never pretentious.

She didn’t have the arrogance often seen in other girls with good conditions, but instead exuded a warm and elegant charm that made people feel very comfortable around her.

Now, seeing the national goddess personally making tea, Mu Bai joked lightly, “It’s a real honor to drink tea brewed by the national goddess.”

“What national goddess? Don’t make fun of me.”

Liu Fei’er smiled and shook her head softly in response.

If someone else had praised her like that, she might have accepted it with a smile.

But coming from this young man, she didn’t dare accept the compliment so casually. After all, his identity and status were far above hers.

He said he felt honored—but she felt a little ashamed.

Liu Fei’er knew that even her billionaire father was far beneath this young man.

Cold Young Master?

On the way back earlier, Liu Fei’er had already searched on her phone for information about “Cold Young Master” in Nanjing.

Though she hadn’t found anything concrete or useful, she had managed to trace some clues about this title on top charity forums, horticulture trade discussion boards, and elite tycoon gossip sites.

Combined with the suspicions she had developed throughout the day, she had mostly deduced Mu Bai’s identity.

And that identity left her in disbelief.

Leng (Cold)—the mysterious teenager who, before even reaching his twenties, had ranked fifth on the Nanjing tycoon list.

After figuring this out, Liu Fei’er understood why Dongfang Jing, despite her busy schedule, had personally called back and emphasized the need to treat him well.

She also understood why the China head of the British Asia Group had waived a multimillion-dollar meal just to establish a connection with this boy.

Because he was someone in Nanjing second only to a few like the richest man Chen Yunzhi and Nalan Yunshao.

“Here, try this tea. It’s my first time brewing Da Hong Pao—hope it tastes okay.”

Liu Fei’er thought while bringing the tea over to Mu Bai.

“Mm, thank you.”

Mu Bai replied politely, and the two chatted casually.

Since both had pleasant and easygoing personalities, the conversation flowed well.

Unknowingly, it was already 11 p.m.

At that moment, the sound of the living room door opening rang out. Mu Bai turned slightly and saw Dongfang Jing entering.

He had initially thought she might just want to talk about Xiaoxiao, but upon seeing the obvious worry on Dongfang Jing’s usually cool and elegant face, he realized—this probably wasn’t going to be a simple matter.