Just as the two of them walked into the private lounge, unnoticed by them, a man in a casual sports suit behind them pressed the shutter button of the camera in his hand, aiming at them.
Looking at the result he had captured in the camera, the man let out a smug snort.
"These are going to make me rich."
Meng Nianchu was led by the staff in the lounge to the VIP room for a massage. During this time, Mu Junze wasn't idle either. Using the evidence he had collected and his connections, he directly found out the bar that Jin Hui was using to conduct shady deals with South Korea, and secretly reported it.
The bar was raided and investigated by the South Korean police.
Seeing that this matter had reached a conclusion, Mu Junze's raging anger was finally slightly appeased. He put down the computer, leaned back in the chair, closed his eyes, and was just about to take a short rest.
Suddenly, the door of the room was pushed open. Meng Nianchu walked in wearing a loose massage robe and sat down beside him.
"I'm worried that my absence from the film set for an entire afternoon yesterday might have put the director in a difficult position. When shall we go back?"
"Don't be in a hurry." Mu Junze grabbed the back of her head and made her rest on his shoulder. It had only been one night since they last saw each other, yet it felt as if they had been separated for a long time.
Meng Nianchu looked up at him, blinking her eyes. Seeing that the weariness on his face was getting more and more obvious, Meng Nianchu pouted and suddenly pushed Mu Junze to the ground forcefully.
"You should take a good rest first."
When she entered the room and saw the computer on the ground, she guessed that Mu Junze must have been up to something again. He hadn't slept all night yesterday. If he continued to overwork like this, Meng Nianchu was really worried about his health.
Trying to imitate the massage techniques of the masseur just now, Meng Nianchu gently rubbed the acupoints on Mu Junze's body one by one.
"How is it?" she asked.
Mu Junze let out a muffled grunt.
Receiving Mu Junze's approval, Meng Nianchu worked even harder. But after all, she wasn't a professional masseur. After massaging for a while, her hands started to ache.
Meng Nianchu stopped, rubbing her hands against each other, thinking of taking a short break.
"Mu Junze?"
Even after she stopped, Mu Junze still didn't move. Meng Nianchu was a bit puzzled and gently called out to him. At the same time, she craned her neck to look at Mu Junze's face with his eyes tightly closed.
She let out a soft laugh. "He fell asleep so quickly."
Unlike the coldness he showed when he was awake, Mu Junze looked extremely quiet and gentle when he was fast asleep. Meng Nianchu lay in front of Mu Junze, her small hands folded under her chin, looking directly at him, feeling completely content.
She raised her small hand and was just about to touch Mu Junze's high nose bridge when suddenly Mu Junze opened his eyes.
Meng Nianchu saw her own reflection in Mu Junze's pupils.
"Why did you wake up so soon..."
Before she could finish her stuttering words, Mu Junze pinched her chin and his thin lips forcefully kissed hers.
Mu Junze seemed to be full of tenderness, and the kiss was extremely gentle.
The atmosphere of ambiguity in the room suddenly became intense. Meng Nianchu's face turned bright red, and she felt as if she was about to run out of air.
Mu Junze managed to hold back his rationality and let go of Meng Nianchu. There was an uncontrollable look of distress in his deep eyes. "It's okay now."
Meng Nianchu knew that he was still worried about the fact that she had been kidnapped here. She rubbed Mu Junze's head and smiled. "Don't worry."
Even though Meng Nianchu, the person involved, had already said that it was okay, Mu Junze, the man who doted on his little wife, still couldn't really put his mind at ease.
After taking a short rest in the lounge, Mu Junze drove Meng Nianchu back to Shangting. Meng Nianchu wanted to return to the film set as soon as possible to continue with the filming.
But Mu Junze wouldn't let her go no matter what, and even called Meng's mother over.
Meng Nianchu, who missed her son, hesitated when she saw her child. And when she heard Mu Junze tell her that the director had already sorted out the matters on the film set, how could she still leave?
Watching Meng Nianchu having a great time playing with her son at home, Mu Junze walked out of the living room with a gloomy face, got into the car, and dialed Tracy's number.
"How's the investigation going?"
"I've found out. Jin Hui lives in the Mengting Villa on the outskirts. That's the only villa there. It's said that he bought it specifically before he planned to return to Linhai."
After hearing Tracy's report, Mu Junze hung up the phone. At the same time, he stepped on the accelerator and drove towards the location Tracy had mentioned as fast as he could.
Inside the villa, Jin Hui was listening to his subordinates talking about the sudden closure of the bar. He had no idea that besides this incident, another major event was about to happen to him in a short while.
The bar in South Korea had been closed, and several of his accomplices had been arrested. Meng Nianchu had also been rescued by Mu Junze. Jin Hui gritted his teeth in anger and kicked over the coffee table.
"What are you all doing! It's just one woman, and you've been played around like this. She was already in your hands. How could she escape and cause so many troubles!"
He shouted hysterically at the man standing in front of him.
Li Qi kicked the man hard. "You can't do anything right all day long. What's the use of you in front of the boss!"
This man was the one who had gone out to buy cigarettes and managed to escape just before Mu Junze rushed into the alley. Seeing the others being arrested by the police, he quickly fled back.
Knowing that he had done a poor job, the man lowered his head and didn't dare to say a word, allowing them to scold him.
Jin Hui grabbed his hair in anger. "Do the people I sent to investigate know who reported the information?"
"Not yet received the call."
In his anger, Jin Hui kicked over another table beside him. "A bunch of useless idiots!"
Suddenly, the door of the house was kicked open. Mu Junze grabbed the doorman with a bruised face, looked at Jin Hui coldly with his eyes, and walked into the living room step by step.
"Boss Jin is really in a bad mood."
As he got closer, the air pressure in the living room dropped significantly. At the same time, Jin Hui also saw a group of security guards in uniforms following behind Mu Junze.
Subconsciously, Jin Hui took a step back. Maybe this action suddenly made him aware of his own timidity. Jin Hui quickly straightened his chest and pretended to be calm.
"Mr. Mu, why aren't you in your own company at this time and come to my place instead?"
"To deal with you."
As soon as the two words fell, Mu Junze threw the doorman in his hand aside, took a big stride forward, grabbed Jin Hui's collar, and punched him hard in the stomach.
Jin Hui was in so much pain that he couldn't say a word.
Seeing their boss being beaten, the minions standing behind Jin Hui immediately rushed forward. The security guards brought by Mu Junze also ran over.
The two groups of people started to fight.
Jin Hui was punched two more times by Mu Junze. A rush of blood came to his mouth and he spat it out. He was completely defenseless.
Mu Junze glared at him angrily, threw him to the ground forcefully, and then stepped on his face with one foot.
"If you want to die, just tell me directly."