NOVEL WEB chapter 138
Chapter 63: Confrontation
The dazzling sunlight of the afternoon poured into the dim restaurant, so blinding.
The autumn wind blew from behind the black-and-white maid skirt, carrying a chill that extinguished the ambiguous candle flames, turning the romantic candlelit dinner into a cold execution ground in an instant.
In the blur, a faint white light seemed to flicker in the dim restaurant.
An didn’t pay it any mind; her gaze quickly adjusted to the dark environment, instantly encompassing the entire restaurant in her sight, not even missing the most inconspicuous corner.
In the restaurant, there were only three people.
One seductive vixen.
One who appeared very honest, but whose behavior and the good figure hidden beneath the oversized uniform revealed her as a latent seductive vixen.
And one more…
—
The Old Man with the Scabby Head?
Anna: “Oh? Has a guest come in?”
Shirley: “No… I’m sorry, but we’re temporarily closed to guests.”
The Old Man with the Scabby Head: “Ah ba ah ba.”
As the three of them scanned the room, An raised her delicate, willow-like eyebrows.
The young master isn’t here?
No, the atmosphere and her instincts both pointed to this restaurant.
“I’m sorry, I’m not here to dine.”
An stepped into the restaurant.
Her posture was straight, each step measured as if it had been taken with a ruler.
She exuded a dignified aura, yet approached with the momentum of an army.
Anna had been curiously sizing up the maid who entered, stifling a laugh as she glanced sideways.
But in that moment, it was as if she instinctively straightened up in the presence of a beast entering her territory, her narrow eyes narrowing slightly.
On the other side, Shirley seemed to sense something as well, her expression tightening.
“I’m here to find someone,” An said.
“Is there a blonde man here?”
“Oh? Looking for someone? But isn’t it a bit rude to barge in like this?”
Anna didn’t respond, merely lifted a nearby glass of red wine to her lips, her fresh, red mouth suddenly dazzling as if it were aflame.
“At the very least, shouldn’t you knock first?”
“I think no one would knock when entering a restaurant, would they?”
An’s gaze swept over the three again, smiling as she said:
“Or are you engaged in something unspeakable?”
Anna smiled back: “What we’re doing has nothing to do with you, right?”
“It has nothing to do with me.”
An pondered for a moment, then pulled out a photograph. “So, have you seen this person?”
In the photo, the blonde man was sound asleep, so serene.
And judging by the arm that was exposed and the chest muscles peeking out from under the blanket, he seemed to be sleeping in the nude.
To capture such an unguarded moment of a man spoke volumes about their intimacy.
An—!
Where did that photo come from!
At this moment.
Under Anna’s potion, Mu En, transformed into a balding old man, was still too stunned to think about why An was here, and cold sweat was pouring down his face!
He quickly realized that as An’s personal maid, she could take whatever photos she wanted, even putting him in embarrassing poses; capturing a complete collection of shameful play wouldn’t be a problem at all.
But the issue was, pulling out such photos at this moment was just…
“Oh my, it seems… you might be a scumbag. But unfortunately, I’ve never seen you before.”
Anna looked at the photo, her tone unchanged, still gently laughing.
Yet Mu En felt his legs betray him, trembling uncontrollably.
What are you shaking for? So useless.
Mu En couldn’t help but slap his thigh hard.
Just a moment ago, Anna clearly didn’t care about your closeness with Shali, so why would she care about this trivial matter?
It was just a photo taken while sleeping, right? With Anna’s broad-mindedness, how could she possibly care?
“Hmm?”
But Mu En’s sudden movement seemed to catch An’s attention.
“Sir… you seem to be shaking all over, are you alright?”
“I… I’m cold, I’m cold.”
Mu En squeezed his voice, rasping:
“Old people are always afraid of the cold.”
“But you seem to be sweating a lot.”
“Hot! I’m hot again!”
Mu En tugged at his collar, shouting, “This room is too small; it gets hot easily.”
“Is that so? At your age, sir, you should take better care of your health.”
“I will, I will!”
“However, speaking of which…
Anna lowered her gaze, sweeping over Mu En’s clothes with a meaningful look:
“Though you’re quite old, your attire is rather youthful.”
Mu En’s mouth twitched slightly.
The potion could change his appearance, but it couldn’t change his clothes.
So at this moment, Mu En was still wearing a pure white shirt, with a silver-gray jacket adorned with a circle of golden tassels, tailored in a pure handmade style, exuding the flair and flamboyance of an upper-class young gentleman, which was completely at odds with that of a balding old man.
“Well… my mindset is quite young, hahahaha…”
“Is that so? That’s understandable, but, sir…”
An sniffed, the room filled with a rich perfume and another strange scent that masked the young master’s smell, but…
“I always feel like you’re a lot like him.”
“Am… am I?”
“Yes, the way you move, your expressions, and even the frequency at which you shake your leg when you’re scared… they all seem somewhat similar.”
An pressed closer.
Step by step, as if treading on Mu En’s heart.
Mu En’s heart was lodged in his throat; he knew that if An caught him out on a date with a woman… or even two women…
He would die!
He would definitely die!
Even if he didn’t die, An would lock him up with iron chains, keeping him as a pet for life!
He didn’t want that kind of thing!
Yet, the current Mu En could do nothing at all.
Because the more he acted, the more likely he was to expose himself.
The only thing he could do now was pray, pray that An…
“This young lady.”
Just as Mu En had prayed to every deity, from the God of Heaven to even Nyarlathotep, to no avail as An continued to close in, suddenly, he felt a soft fragrance enveloping his arm.
Senior Anna leaned in, wrapping her arms around Mu En’s, just like a couple in a tender embrace.
She looked at An, her lips still curved in a gentle smile.
“Are you mistaken about something? If your eyesight is failing, I can help you call a doctor.”
She paused and said, “Take a good look; how could my boyfriend possibly be the person in your photo?”
“Your… boyfriend?”
An glanced at the bald old man, then back at Anna, his tone betraying a hint of uncertainty for the first time.
“Your taste is quite heavy.”
“Isn’t there a saying like that?”
Anna tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, exuding charm:
“True love can transcend all.”