novelraw Chapter 203 - 137. If it doesn’t work out, separating is also fine.
Chapter 203 - 137. If it doesn’t work out, separating is also fine.
At the door, he knocked symbolically twice, "Mu Huan, I’m coming in."
After pushing the office door open, he immediately sensed an unusual temperature; the heat was on, but it still felt a bit chilly.
Low pressure.
Huo Yihan sat down on the meeting sofa, crossed his legs, "President Mu, what’s going on, did your wife kick you out of the bedroom on your wedding night?"
He could tell at a glance that it wasn’t about being full because he didn’t eat anything at all.
Mu Jin Huan looked at the documents without looking up, "If you have something to say, say it. If not, get lost."
Tsk tsk, quite a temper...
Huo Yihan rested his arm on the back of the sofa, raised an eyebrow, "Women, you just give them some jewelry, say a few sweet words, and no matter how angry they are, half of it will be gone."
Mu Jin Huan continued to look at the documents. His right hand was inconvenient, his left hand wasn’t used to it, and signing was always awkward, adding to his annoyance.
Might as well throw the pen away, lean on the sofa to rest, and say lightly, "She doesn’t buy into that."
Huo Yihan squinted his eyes, thinking.
Indeed, Mrs. Mu is not an ordinary woman; you can’t treat her like any other girl. If she were so easily swayed, she wouldn’t have waited for President Mu to return to Qing City.
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Looking at the man at the desk, he flashed a devilish smile, "As they say, ’A single blow dispels old enmities’; nothing a good night’s sleep can’t fix, with the right skills, even an icy beauty can melt like spring water."
Between men, conversation doesn’t need to be too restrained.
Mu Jin Huan’s dark eyes slightly squinted, his well-defined fingers pressing against his temples, not in the mood to pay him any mind.
"Knock knock."
A knock on the door sounded.
Huo Yihan, seeing that he was ready to tell someone to get lost, replied first, "Come in."
Secretary Tang entered the office with two cups of coffee, first placing the unsweetened one on the table in front of Huo Yihan, "President Huo, your coffee."
When she reached Mu Jin Huan’s desk, she noticeably became nervous, not daring to lift her head or breathe loudly. After putting down the coffee, she left the office.
Huo Yihan picked up the coffee, took a sip, and clicked his tongue, "It seems President Mu cares quite a bit about our Doctor Nan. Just one night without sleep, and his temper is so bad that even the secretary is scared."
After speaking, he felt a cold gaze sweep over.
He looked up, only to see an extremely displeased face.
Quickly changing his tune, "Yours, your Doctor Nan..."
Mu Jin Huan’s dark eyes deepened, a faint weariness under his brow, his handsome face expressionless, "I’m busy. If you have nothing urgent, get lost."
Huo Yihan put down the coffee, "I do, how could I not? The movie premiere tickets you wanted, I was worried my subordinates would mess it up, so I brought them personally."
As he spoke, he stood up, took the items out of his pocket, and placed them in front of him.
After all, the lead actor is Mrs. Mu’s ’ex-husband’; wouldn’t it sound bad if that got out?
Mu Jin Huan looked at the face on the ticket and suddenly regretted agreeing to accompany her to the movies.
This man, who occupied her entire adolescence, although he didn’t take him seriously, was somewhat annoying now.
Huo Yihan, seeing him just staring at the two tickets without any other actions, thought the old man had come to his senses, "Don’t want it? If not, I’ll take it."
What kind of movie do you have to watch, the one starring your wife’s favorite person? That’s something only a fool would do.
"Leave it."
Huo Yihan squinted his eyes, very puzzled, "I just don’t get it, why are you doing this to yourself?"
If he spent more than an hour in front of that huge screen, looking at Lu Li’s face, wouldn’t he feel nauseous?
In other words, your woman is sitting beside you, but for over an hour, she won’t glance at you, instead, she’s watching the man she’s liked for so many years. Wouldn’t that make you burn with anger?
Mu Jin Huan raised his eyes, his dark gaze calm, his voice neither warm nor cold, "You think he can get to me?"
Huo Yihan was stunned for a few seconds, then sneered, putting the tickets in his hand back down, "Alright, President Mu, you’re the richest; as long as you’re happy."
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The study.
A book was wobbling on the shelf right above Nan Wan’s head, seemingly about to fall. Shen Zhimei quickly pulled her aside to prevent it.
"What were you thinking about? The book was falling, and you didn’t even dodge."
The study had a cashmere carpet, and a book as thick as a fist falling from the shelf didn’t make much noise, just a dull thud.
Nan Wan glanced at the scattered pages on the carpet, feeling a headache. The old lady loved her books like they were her life; every book in the study was a rare edition. This was just great...
She put the book in her hand away, squatted down to pick up the scattered pages, and said softly, "...I didn’t see it."
Shen Zhimei leaned against the bookcase, with a kind of helplessness wanting to hold her accountable, "Nan Wan, when did you become such a coward?"
Nan Wan was unbothered, "How am I a coward?"
Shen Zhimei looked at her, voice steady, "If you like him, hold onto him. Cold wars aren’t fun. What’s the point of stewing in anger here? Even if you puff up like a pufferfish, he wouldn’t see it."
Nan Wan paused her actions, her gaze softly landing on the carpet, "Which eye of yours saw that I like him?"
Shen Zhimei came to her side, sitting down on the carpet, "I haven’t known you just for a day or two; I can tell what you’re thinking just by a blink of your eyes."
Nan Wan looked at the wedding ring on her finger; after a long time, she finally spoke softly, "Maybe... there’s a little bit of liking."
Shen Zhimei moved the books on the carpet and the pages in her hand, then held her hand, her voice warm and gentle, "Wanwan, there are countless people in this world. To meet someone you like is incredibly rare. You’re at the best age of your life, with a healthy body, parents around, and peace in your country every time you wake up. Why not love?"
Nan Wan allowed her to hold her hand. Her feet were a little numb, but she didn’t move.
The layers of vines wrapped around her heart seemed to peel away, exposing the softest part.
Her gaze gradually became unfocused, her voice hoarse as if squeezed forcefully from her throat, "I... I’m scared, I’m terrible, truly terrible."
"Everyone has a past. Your past isn’t perfect, and neither is his. But if you can love each other, who needs perfection?"
Nan Wan hung her head low, loose strands covering her eyes, hiding the emotions within, "He said he wants to try with me, but he’s still bound by an unbreakable responsibility. I understand, but I can’t accept it, so I don’t want to force it anymore. This marriage stemmed from us forcing each other. If we can make it work, great. If not... separation is also okay."