novelraw Chapter 215 - 141. Mr. Mu indulged in beauty, neglecting his career. _4
Chapter 215 - 141. Mr. Mu indulged in beauty, neglecting his career. _4
The voice was low and deep, "When you weren’t hungry before, didn’t you also sit with me at the dining table?"The faint scent of tobacco mixed in the air brushed against her senses, Nan Wan lowered her head, pursing her lips gently, "The past is the past, now is now."
Back then, she was just playing the role of a wealthy wife, doing what she thought she should do, not what she truly wanted to do.
Mu Jin Huan’s massage on the woman’s shoulders was gentle. After a moment of silence, he asked, "Still angry?"
Nan Wan paused, then scoffed and asked back, "Angry about what?"
He was always asking if she was angry—was he testing her on purpose, or did he genuinely not understand?
With a personality as calm and perceptive as his, it couldn’t be the former, so it must be the latter...
That shouldn’t happen, even if he couldn’t match Huo Yihan’s experience with countless romantic affairs, he wasn’t without any experience. After all, he was a thirty-four-year-old man; just because the media hadn’t captured it, doesn’t mean it didn’t exist.
Besides, didn’t he have a fiancée in An City?
Whether a woman is angry or about what she might be angry, how could he not know?
"On the night of the wedding," Mu Jin Huan’s dark eyes deepened, like a misty lake in the early morning, as he looked at the woman’s lowered face, his voice became even lower, "I’m sorry."
After saying this, his gaze remained fixed on her face, unwilling to miss any change in her expression.
He watched as the smile at her lips faded and then slowly rose again; the process was long, but his patience never wavered.
Nan Wan willingly wrapped her arms around the man’s waist, resting her face against his chest, her voice very low, "I hate this version of myself too, it’s strange, but I can’t control it."
Once emotions take root, they grow like ivy, spreading silently through your body. By the time you’re aware, they’re tightly wrapped around your heart, the more you struggle, the tighter they cling.
You can’t escape, you can’t run away.
Like being poisoned, she couldn’t stop it.
Mu Jin Huan rested his chin on the woman’s head, his dark eyes like a deep lake, yet with an indiscernible hint of a smile, which wasn’t in conflict but rather harmonious.
His coarse palm caressed her cheek, his voice deep and resonant, "But I like you the way you are."
The air seemed to have a sweet taste, Nan Wan teased with a smile, "Sweet talk, you’re pretending."
Mu Jin Huan curved his lips, cupping the woman’s small face, then lowered his head and kissed her lips.
Sustaining each other, the oldest vow.
As the long and deep kiss ended, he opened his eyes filled with laughter, "Do I still seem like I’m pretending now?"
The man’s gaze was too intense, Nan Wan’s breathing became irregular, she awkwardly averted her gaze, lowered her head, and made a muffled sound.
To Mu Jin Huan’s ears, it was full of her feminine charm.
Only felt his heart grow soft.
Life and marriage seemed just the way it should be; the long-lasting loneliness and struggles of the past were memories he found hard to recall anymore. With her, the missing piece didn’t seem as important.
Returning to Qing City, upon seeing her for the first time, he knew—they were alike.
Because of a love never attained, because of family love that wasn’t intimate...
Loneliness becomes a sickness, incurable.
As to why he wanted to marry her?
Perhaps... because he saw his own reflection in her, and couldn’t help but want to be near, to give her an embrace, to offer her a home.
After a long silence, Nan Wan heard him ask her, "Can you tie a tie?"
She never had to tie a tie, nor had a loving father she needed to help, so how could she possibly...
Raising her head, she looked at him, the light mole at the corner of her eye was a lively beauty, "Should I be able to?"
Mu Jin Huan fixed his gaze on those starry eyes, thinking about how long it would take before he saw them shine for him.
His finger pads rubbed against the woman’s chin, slowly saying, "It doesn’t matter if you couldn’t before, but being married and still unable, now that’s something."
Meaningful.
Nan Wan pondered, then asked tentatively, "Does that make me seem inconsiderate?"
Mu Jin Huan’s sharply defined features had been gentle since they entered the study, and still were.
He curved his lips and said slowly, "And very unvirtuous."
Although Nan Wan felt he was spouting nonsense, who could know whether she could tie a tie except him? There was no occasion requiring her to demonstrate tying a tie to show that their post-marital life, often doubted by the public, was sweet and happy.
But she didn’t expose him, smiling and compromising, "I’ll find a video online and learn tomorrow."
Mu Jin Huan raised an eyebrow, "When you have a real-life instructor, why look online?"
As he spoke, he pulled the woman leaning against his chest a little distance away, completely undoing the already loosely knotted tie around his neck.
His slender fingers twirled the tie, demonstrating once for her.
After finishing, he looked at her and suggested, "Want to try?"
Nan Wan didn’t respond, her expression was gentle, she adjusted her sitting position, faced the man, lifted her hands, and untied the tie he’d just tied.
Instead of starting immediately, she recalled in her mind the man’s technique, then slowly worked around the tie in her hands.
Once done, she looked up, but before she could speak, she unexpectedly fell into his deep eyes, filled entirely with her reflection.
It was an irresistible thrill.
At such times, Nan Wan always felt as if the next second she would drown in that deep pool.
Why did she get attracted?
Perhaps, because no one had ever looked at her with such profound gaze, or perhaps... it was Destiny.
After a long while, she gently laughed and asked, "Does it look bad?"
From start to finish, Mu Jin Huan hadn’t looked at how she was tying the tie; his gaze was always on her face, and her serious demeanor was more enticing than ever.
Hearing her words, his thin lips curved into an attractive arc, his voice deep and magnetic, "Without a mirror, I can’t see either. If you think it looks good, then it does."
Nan Wan felt her seat was not quite comfortable, every slight movement seemed to touch a certain unspeakable area of the man’s body.
Her attention had been entirely on tying the tie earlier, but now that she had a moment, everything felt odd.
Lowering her head, she coughed lightly twice with an unease, removed his arm from around her waist, and resettled herself on the sofa.
To cover the flush at the back of her ears, she pulled her long hair from behind her ears to in front of her shoulders, casually asking, "Did you coax your former fiancée the same way?"