novelraw Chapter 218 - 142. If I had stayed in Qing City all along, maybe I could have married you earlier. _3
Chapter 218 - 142. If I had stayed in Qing City all along, maybe I could have married you earlier. _3
Aunt Zhou thought she was feeling guilty about last night’s incident and advised, "You accidentally spilled that bowl of soup, it wasn’t on purpose. Sir and madam are not the kind of people who fuss over small things, so don’t take it to heart."Zhao Ying was preoccupied with the indifferent yet sinister gaze of that man, lacking the energy to make small talk with Aunt Zhou. After mumbling a vague response, she brushed off the hand resting on her shoulder, went back to her room, grabbed a coat, and left the house.
Aunt Zhou sighed, shook her head, and went upstairs to the study to call the couple down for dinner.
At the dining table.
Nan Wan had eaten a meal earlier in the afternoon that lasted a long time, so it hadn’t even been three hours, and she wasn’t hungry at all; she hadn’t touched a bite.
One hand propped up her cheek on the table, while the other held chopsticks, picking food for the man.
As if in casual conversation, she asked, "You’re not particularly against kids... right?"
Upon hearing this, Mu Jin Huan raised his gaze, looking at the woman across from him with a meaningful expression, "Depends on whose child it is."
Nan Wan was momentarily stunned before shifting her gaze. She pursed her lips and said softly, "My sister-in-law will be going abroad right around New Year’s, and she’s not comfortable leaving Jiashu with the Nan Family. She wants me to help take care of him for a few days."
Mu Jin Huan swallowed the food in his mouth, took a sip of soup, and then asked, "Can he sleep by himself?"
He wasn’t opposed to children, whether it was the lively and active Mu Qingqing or the sensible, well-behaved, occasionally mischievous Nan Jiasu, he did not mind.
However... if they were living together, it would be limited to a child who can sleep independently without needing company.
Nan Wan knew that the man didn’t like noise when he slept, but Jiashu was only three, and even if he was sensible, he couldn’t be guaranteed not to fuss at all.
Moreover, Jiashu tended to be very grumpy when waking up.
Looking at the man across from her, her eyes gentle, she said slowly, "At home, he’s fine, but in an unfamiliar environment, he might be scared to sleep alone. If I stay with him, hopefully, he won’t make too much noise."
Mu Jin Huan set down his chopsticks, elegantly wiped his lips with a napkin, and rested his arms on the table, his long fingers slowly tapping on the surface.
His deep eyes were as calm as always, revealing no change, but his low voice carried a hint of subtle meaning, "So, he’ll stay for a few days, and you’ll sleep with him in the side room for a few days, leaving me to sleep alone?"
He originally had no issue with it, but now he wasn’t so sure.
This time, Nan Wan understood the man’s words, her ears burning a little, "Well, we can’t all sleep in the same bed, can we? Even though Jiashu doesn’t dislike you, I doubt he’d be willing to sleep with you."
Mu Jin Huan remained expressionless, his thin lips slightly pressed, and after nearly a minute of silence, he lightly said two words, "Two days."
Nan Wan was puzzled, "What?"
After drinking two sips of tea, Mu Jin Huan’s gaze returned to its normal calm as he looked at the woman, speaking slowly, "No matter how long your sister-in-law is gone, you only have two days for Jiashu to adjust here."
Nan Wan was a bit speechless, but it was already quite accommodating of him, and she couldn’t push it further, "... Oh."
Before going upstairs, Nan Wan went to the kitchen and told Aunt Zhou, "Have Xiao Zhao prepare breakfast tomorrow, and Aunt Zhou, please help me bring some things over from where I used to live."
Aunt Zhou put down the dishes and turned around, wiping the water off her hands on her apron as she asked, "Madam, do you need it urgently? I can go get them now if you do."
Nan Wan smiled, "No rush, it’s quite far, and it’s not safe to take a taxi at night. You can go during the day."
Aunt Zhou nodded, "Alright."
Before Nan Wan turned to go upstairs, Aunt Zhou called her back, feeling a bit embarrassed, "I’ll find a pen. Could you please write down the address and the items you need for me? I’m getting older and might forget something that could delay your matters."
Nan Wan paused, her face with a gentle smile, "Sure, I’ll be in the living room waiting."
She just needed an excuse to send Aunt Zhou away and didn’t actually need anything. Once Aunt Zhou found a pen and paper, Nan Wan wrote down the address and randomly noted a few easy-to-find things in the apartment.
After Aunt Zhou confirmed everything, she genuinely praised, "Madam, your handwriting is beautiful."
Doctors often have very messy handwriting; many times when she went to the hospital, she couldn’t recognize a single word on the prescriptions.
But the writing of the madam was neat and graceful, just like the calligraphy sold in bookstores, with each stroke clear and distinct.
It seems there’s truth to the saying that one’s handwriting reflects their nature.
Nan Wan capped the pen and handed it to Aunt Zhou with a smile, saying nothing.
When she returned to the bedroom, Mu Jin Huan had already showered. His tall figure was loosely draped in a black bathrobe, sitting on the sofa, taking a call, with his short hair still dripping with water.