novelraw Chapter 217 - 142. If I had stayed in Qing City all along, maybe I could have married you earlier.
Chapter 217 - 142. If I had stayed in Qing City all along, maybe I could have married you earlier.
After speaking this paragraph, Mu Jin Huan waited a long time before hearing her say, "I might like him because... he gave me a warmth that no one else ever did."His long fingers lifted the woman’s chin, he lowered his head, and his thin lips kissed her forehead.
The kiss was light, like a dandelion being carried away from its stem by the spring breeze, drifting with the wind, and when the wind stopped, it gently fell on the water’s surface, not even causing a ripple.
His black eyes were as deep as the sea, and his voice was as low as gravel scraping across a millstone, "If I had stayed in Qing City, maybe I could have married you sooner."
Nan Wan only smiled, her delicate brows and eyes full of starlit laughter.
Mu Jin Huan gazed into the woman’s eyes full of endless mirth, the cotton ball soaked with water in his chest seemed to have shrunk a bit.
The vexation between his brows eased a little, his rough palm messed up her long hair, finally feeling a bit more comfortable, his voice deep, "Your turn."
Nan Wan was quite helpless, she glared at him, annoyed, raised her hand, and tidied her messy hair before asking, "You have someone you like, so why did you get engaged to that Miss Fang?"
Although that Miss Fang is already married, the women the media reported to be involved with him seemed to be just that one.
Mu Jin Huan remained calm, stating, "Grandpa Ji considered me as a member of the Ji Family, handing the company and the whole family over to me, so of course, he wouldn’t allow me to have such thoughts about Wanwan, which is why I got engaged to the Fang Family."
In Mr. Ji’s eyes, Mu Jin Huan and Ji Wanxia were like siblings. Not only Mr. Ji thought this, but everyone in An City believed it too.
So, when Mr. Ji sensed that the relationship between the two was not just simple sibling affection anymore, he proposed the idea of joining the Fang Family to Mu Jin Huan. Being as clever as he was, Mu Jin Huan understood what he meant even if he didn’t spell it out.
For aristocratic families, business alliances through marriage are quite commonplace.
Mu Jin Huan never thought of having anything with his sister, Ji Wanxia, he just wanted to protect her, to keep her away from the filth and ugliness of society, to be the carefree princess in a castle.
Ji Wanxia would get married, and he would also marry, it wouldn’t matter who he married, so he agreed to the marriage.
Nan Wan asked again, "Then why did you call off the engagement?"
His words were succinct, summing up everything in a few sentences, compared to all her intricate details, it seemed rather devoid of content.
Mu Jin Huan’s handsome face was calm, speaking lightly, "I got into legal trouble, was sentenced, and the Fang Family, being a notable family in An City, and having only one daughter, naturally didn’t want her to suffer."
Got into legal trouble, was sentenced...
When he said these words, his voice didn’t pause nor wavered, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.
Nan Wan looked up at him without speaking, running her hands over his angular features, finally resting between those deep eyes.
She smiled faintly, curling her lips, making a somewhat disdainful expression on her face, "The Fang Family really lacks discernment."
Mu Jin Huan took the woman’s hand, brought it to his lips, kissed it lightly, and said with a faint smile, "Of course, not everyone can have the sharp eyes of Mrs. Mu, who amongst so many talented youths at the banquet, set her sights only on me."
Nan Wan, "..."
She finally saw through him, this man appeared mature and reserved, indifferent and distant, but in reality, he was the picture of scheming dominance with a touch of shamelessness occasionally.
Only his cold and steadfast facade concealed it all too well, if they hadn’t been sharing the same bed every day, she wouldn’t have discovered it.
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When Aunt Zhou finished preparing dinner, Zhao Ying had also cleaned the floor spotless, including the guest room; she also tidied it up, changed all the bed sheets and duvet covers, washed them, and hung them out on the balcony.
Aunt Zhou looked at Zhao Ying’s still not very good complexion and said with concern, "Xiao Zhao, why don’t you go to your room and rest for a bit? I’ll call you out after Mr. and Mrs. finish dining, and I’ve prepared food for the two of us."
For a long time, Xiao Zhao hadn’t done such tiring work, it was atypical, but she didn’t know exactly what was out of the ordinary.
Zhao Ying tucked the hair scattered on her forehead behind her ear, forcing a smile, her voice hoarse, "I’m not tired, it’s just that staying in the room for so long feels a bit stuffy, so I wanted to go out and get some fresh air. Anyway, I have nothing else to do, and I can go to the supermarket to buy the ingredients needed for the blood-tonic porridge."
She couldn’t let herself idle. She had to continuously find things to do so she wouldn’t sink into a mire of panic and anxiety.