On the evening of the third day, Wang Zishu made a call. Her paparazzi brother had news of Mu Bai; Mu Bai would attend a private party at a friend's home tonight, and her brother was going to stake out the place.
"Baby, come over to my place now; we can go together in my brother's car."
"Okay, I'll be right there."
After hanging up the phone, Lai Bao immediately picked up her coat, slipping it on, and didn't forget to grab her bag.
Two hours later, Wen Laibao and Wang Ziqiang arrived outside a villa halfway up the hill. The villa occupied a large area, with a tall wall built around it, sealed tightly shut, hiding any view of the inside.
However, they could hear music and screams coming from inside, along with colorful lights twinkling in the sky.
Wang Ziqiang sneered sarcastically, "These rich folks' sons, their nightlife is so glamorous every single day. We work ourselves to death for a month and it's still not enough for a bottle of their red wine. They change women like clothes, and I still can't find a girlfriend."
Such a sour tone!
With a light cough, Wen Laibao said, "That's because Brother Ziqiang has high standards."
Wang Ziqiang actually looked quite handsome and tall, with only a slightly crooked chin, but it wasn't very noticeable. Zishu said he was never short of women around him, but he was extremely picky and challenging.
Wang Ziqiang, ungracious, replied, "That's true, ordinary women just don't catch my eye."
After hearing this, Lai Bao gave a silly smile, feeling somewhat uncomfortable, and excused herself from the car.
She circled the villa from the outside. The tall walls were topped with sharp glass, leaving no chance for a breakthrough. Eventually, resigned, she returned to the front gate, walking up to the security booth, where she stuffed several large bills to the guard before he agreed to send a message for her.
No choice, she wasn't a beauty after all!
Probably, she was the plainest-looking woman Mu Bai knew.
Inside the villa, the vast lawn was set up with a great party atmosphere, a group of young men and women chatting and laughing carefreely, and on the stage, a rock band was wildly shouting, their hoarse voices bursting with energy.
On a deep purple armchair, a man sat right in the center spot.
When the security heard the voice through the earpiece, he approached the man and shouted loudly, "Mr. Mu."
Upon hearing the sound, the man lifted his face from his phone, and in an instant, all the brilliance of the party seemed to fade.
It was an extraordinarily exquisite face, so flawless that there was not a single blemish. Its perfection was in the perfectly curved and rosy lips, its brilliance in the intense heroism between the brows, and its excellence in the masterfully crafted contours. It perfectly blended softness with ruggedness, without a fault to be found.
Mu Bai glanced at the security guard in front of him and lightly pointed below his neck, then asked indifferently, "What is it?"
The security guard snapped out of his astonishment, hurriedly straightened his tie that had shifted due to running, making sure it was perfectly centered, before looking up and saying, "Mr. Mu, there's a woman outside named Wen Laibao looking for you."
Wen Laibao?
Wen Laibao!
Upon hearing this, Mu Bai's dense Jian Mei brows furrowed slightly, as if trying to recall if he knew such a person. After several seconds of silence, his deep and dark eyes glanced faintly at the security guard, "Don't let her in."
At that moment, a young man approached, handsome and bright-faced, holding two glasses of red wine. He handed one to Mu Bai, then turned to the security guard and said, "Let her in."
"It's Young Master Ding."
The security guard nodded, immediately instructing the gate security to let the person in.