Gain A Cute Wife By 'Kidnap'

Chapter 65 - Be Jealous

“I'm truly sorry. I've caused you a lot of inconvenience lately,” Xie Jia apologized.

Xie Jia, a key figure in the faction led by Chinese Sect Leader Han Shaolin, had come today due to an attack on their bar. In the aftermath, a few of their associates had been injured, and they sought Mu Sifa's assistance.

This situation highlighted the significance of Mu Sifa and his associates having a hospital. They discreetly treated the gang members in a confidential manner.

Given their illegal status, these individuals wouldn't dare parade into a regular hospital for treating gunshot wounds. Hence, the existence of a hospital like Mu Sifa's.

“It's just my duty, not really an issue. However, your group hasn't been faring well recently. Is something amiss?” Mu Sifa inquired.

Xie Jia's expression turned grave. “You're aware that our Sect Leader is currently abroad. With Brother Ximen overseeing gang matters, rival factions have set their sights on us. They're beginning to grow restless, and who knows when they'll strike. As Bai Sheng, a major client of the Mu Family, I'm concerned they might vent their anger towards you.”

Without any concern for Mu Sifa's predicament, Xie Jia offered a cautionary word.

Mu Sifa chuckled. “Those who partake in our services have already mentally prepared for such possibilities. There's no reason to fear at this juncture.”

Xie Jia suddenly felt awkward, having overlooked the fact that Mu Sifa's grandfather also had underworld ties. He'd heard rumors about his formidable elder siblings, but such claims remained unsubstantiated.

“I'll deploy some men for night patrols in the vicinity, just to be cautious.”

“Alright.” Mu Sifa didn't refuse.

Conversing as they walked, the two of them ended up standing in front of Shang Xiaojie.

Since Mu Sifa was occupied in conversation with Xie Jia and not glancing at him, Shang Xiaojie bore a resentful expression, directing his gaze towards Mu Sifa.

Noticing this, Mu Sifa grinned and playfully pinched Shang Xiaojie's cheek, “What's the matter? Angry again?”

“None of your concern.” Swatting away Mu Sifa's hand, Ye Zichen huffed, then turned his attention to the side, particularly Xie Jia.

What! The other guy is tall and imposing, and he exudes masculinity. What's so captivating about him? Mu Sifa conversed with him for so long but ignored me.

Yet, he does have quite the handsome face. Maybe Mu Sifa prefers robust men like him?

A sense of dejection suddenly engulfed Shang Xiaojie. He pouted, wiping his face before casting a dissatisfied gaze upon Xie Jia.

Huh? What's going on here? It seems like the other person dislikes me. Did I inadvertently do something to upset him? But this is the first time we've crossed paths!

Xie Jia, who was suddenly flustered by Shang Xiaojie, was left bewildered, ending up stumbling to the ground in his embarrassment.

“Hello, uh…” Observing Mu Sifa's close proximity to Shang Xiaojie, Xie Jia could only manage a laugh and extended his greeting.

Despite his discontent, Shang Xiaojie scrutinized him. Although irked, he couldn't disregard the fact that Xie Jia initiated the greeting. He replied, “Yeah, alright,” in a frosty and detached manner.

After responding, he directed a dissatisfied look towards Mu Sifa, voicing his discontent, “Didn't you say you were occupied? I'm the one engaging with another guy here. What's the harm if you left me standing here, waiting foolishly?”

His anger seethed, his eyes mirroring his dissatisfaction.

Aiyo! Was he jealous?

Whenever he laid eyes on Shang Xiaojie, Mu Sifa's mood would inexplicably brighten, particularly in the current scenario.

“What's the matter? Feeling jealous? Disapproving of me talking to others?” He queried, even though he was well aware of the answer. Playfully, he pinched Shang Xiaojie's cheek.

“Who, who's jealous? You, you, don't flatter yourself.” Stuttering due to his agitated state, Shang Xiaojie vehemently denied the accusation. Yet his face had reddened, rendering him so endearing that resistance seemed futile.