novelraw Chapter 212 - 141. Mr. Mu indulged in beauty and neglected his career.
Chapter 212 - 141. Mr. Mu indulged in beauty and neglected his career.
Nan Wan remained seated in her original position without moving, without looking up at him, and asked in a calm voice, "Have the bedding been changed?"Liu An replied, "Yes, they have, except for the wallpaper, everything in the master bedroom is new."
The carpet, the sofa, the bed, the wardrobe, the table lamp...everything visible has been replaced.
Nan Wan nodded, "Let’s go."
Liu An sighed with relief, nodded his head, turned around, and left the villa.
Aunt Zhou saw that the group had left, so she came out of the kitchen, took a rag, and was ready to wipe the floor clean.
Nan Wan stopped her, seemingly asking casually, "Where is Xiao Zhao? Is she still unwell?"
"She should be cleaning the study room. Does madam need something from her? Should I go upstairs and call her down?"
Nan Wan stretched her muscles and twisted her somewhat stiff neck, "Please call her for me."
Aunt Zhou responded with an okay and went to the second floor.
Nan Wan stood up from the chair, poured herself a cup of plain water, walked towards the living room, and sat on the soft sofa. Barton also followed, wagging its tail.
Two minutes later, Zhao Ying stood in front of Nan Wan, her head lowered, her hands clasped in front of her, respectfully asking, "Ma’am, do you have any instructions?"
Nan Wan nestled on the sofa, holding a cushion, casually picked up a magazine, and flipped through it idly, her voice faint, "It’s nothing really, I heard from Aunt Zhou that you were feeling unwell. Are you better now?"
The calmer she was, the more nervous Zhao Ying became, a layer of cold sweat forming on her palms, "Thank you, ma’am, for your concern, I’m fine now."
"That’s good, yesterday I heard you say you could make blood-enriching porridge," Nan Wan raised her head, looking at the person two steps away, smiling, "Can you make it for me to try tomorrow morning?"
Zhao Ying had only said it casually, not really knowing how to make it, never expecting Nan Wan would take her seriously.
But she couldn’t admit she didn’t know, so she had to brace herself and agree, intending to look up the ingredients and method online later, "Okay, I’ll go to the supermarket to buy the ingredients after finishing cleaning the study."
Nan Wan’s long hair, coiled up, was a bit loose, with the stray hairs on her forehead framing her face more delicately, her eyebrows and eyes carrying a faint smile, giving her an overall gentle demeanor.
She took a sip of water from the coffee table, her voice soft, "Aunt Zhou is getting old, her back is not good, so it’s hard on you to do tasks like mopping the floor."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Ying’s face stiffened, her fingers tightly clenched together in front of her.
Aunt Zhou was also taken aback, the action of bending down to wipe the floor paused, she looked up at Nan Wan on the sofa.
Her back indeed wasn’t good, Mr. Mu is a neat freak, the floor had to be mopped every day, but all this time, she was the one doing the mopping, not because she was too diligent, but because Zhao Ying simply didn’t do this kind of hard work.
After having said it twice without any effect, she stopped mentioning it and did it herself silently, not expecting that ma’am had noticed all this.
She was somewhat moved.
Nan Wan waited for a long time without getting a response, looked up, gazing at the pale-faced Zhao Ying, with a kind of half-smile, "What’s wrong, unwilling?"
Mu Jin Huan came in just in time to hear this sentence, while changing his shoes, he casually asked, "Unwilling about what?"
It wasn’t even six o’clock yet, Aunt Zhou didn’t expect Mr. Mu to come back at this time, she was somewhat surprised but mostly gratified.
Since the wedding, the couple hadn’t eaten together.
She put down the rag, took a tissue to wipe her hands clean, and quickly went to the entryway to take the coat he had taken off.
Zhao Ying upon hearing that calm voice, was as if immobilized, a stiffness overtaking her from head to toe.
Nan Wan withdrew her gaze, her eyes falling on the magazine on her lap, "It’s nothing."
It wasn’t even off-work time yet, why had he come back, hadn’t he said he was busy at the company?
Mu Jin Huan walked to the front of the sofa, his defined fingers unbuttoned his suit, and elegantly sat beside Nan Wan.
He draped an arm over her shoulder, intimate and natural, his voice deep and warm, "I came back early, aren’t you happy?"
Nan Wan turned a page of the magazine, her expression after seeing him wavered slightly, but afterward, remained plain, her voice shallow and light, "Mr. Mu indulges in beauty, neglects his career, what’s there to be happy about?"
Mu Jin Huan looked at the woman’s delicate side profile, the corners of his lips curved, "Don’t worry, supporting you won’t be a problem for me."
Nan Wan softly hmmed, didn’t speak.
Very proud.
Mu Jin Huan gently ruffled the woman’s loose long hair, his heart tender.
He calmly raised his eyes, when his gaze fell on Zhao Ying, the tenderness in his dark eyes was replaced by coldness, his voice extremely indifferent, "The floor is so dirty, can’t you see it, or are you waiting for me to do it?"