Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love

Chapter 221 - 143. A child over 1 month old is gone like this. _2

He whispered, "With you this way, I can’t sleep, and you must feel uncomfortable too, right?"Mu Jin Huan’s expression remained unchanged as he slowly asked back, "Why didn’t you say you couldn’t sleep last night?"

Nan Wan, "..."

She closed her eyes, went to sleep, and said nothing.

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Aunt Zhou, after getting up, suddenly couldn’t remember where she had put the note Nan Wan wrote for her yesterday; it took her a long time to find it.

As a result, breakfast was made by Zhao Ying alone.

The blood-replenishing porridge contained red dates, which Nan Wan reluctantly ate a few bites of even though she didn’t like them.

Mu Jin Huan wasn’t in a hurry to go to work today, so he had breakfast at home as well. Besides the porridge, he tried a bit of everything else, but nothing seemed to suit his taste.

In the end, only that cup of coffee was finished.

Throughout the process, Zhao Ying stayed in the kitchen; neither of them called her out to serve them, but her tense nerves didn’t relax in the slightest.

The night before last, she hadn’t closed her eyes at all, and last night she barely slept one or two hours. Severely lacking sleep, her nerves were still highly strung, and she only ate a few bites each meal, so she looked very unwell.

Even with makeup, she couldn’t hide the dark circles under her eyes, making her look even paler.

She seemed like a soul lost.

It wasn’t until the sound of the door closing reached her ears that she felt a bit relieved. Her hands, still wet, weren’t wiped dry as she directly hugged her buzzing head and slid inch by inch down the wall to sit on the floor.

Closing her eyes, she took a long time before exhaling deeply, then got up to clear the dishes in the dining room.

The villa was so quiet that it was suffocating, with just her and that annoying dog.

After cleaning the kitchen, Zhao Ying was preparing to tidy the living room when Barton came running inside from the backyard with a ball of fluff in his mouth, leaving muddy paw prints all the way up the stairs.

Although very angry, she had no energy to complain and could only resign to her fate and clean the floors upstairs and downstairs all over again.

After finishing everything, Aunt Zhou returned, but Zhao Ying skipped lunch and went straight to her room.

Perhaps because neither of them was at home, her tense nerves relaxed a bit, and she ended up falling asleep when she lay down on the bed.

Aunt Zhou could see that Zhao Ying wasn’t feeling well and didn’t disturb her sleep, instead doing her tasks in her room.

Then, at three in the afternoon, Cheng Shihong appeared at the villa, followed by two brawny men with gold chains.

Aunt Zhou stood before the formidable and shrewd Madam Mu, bending slightly as a sign of utmost respect, "Madam, the gentleman and lady have both gone to work. Do you need me to call the gentleman?"

With such a line-up, she didn’t think Madam Mu was just here for tea.

Cheng Shihong’s sharp gaze swept across the living room, anger surging inside her, but she had long mastered the art of hiding her emotions in business, maintaining a graceful, dignified, and superior demeanor.

She asked, "Where is Zhao Ying?"

Aunt Zhou’s hands were clasped in front of her, her head always bowed in respect, but her unease grew even stronger.

Not daring to hesitate, she quickly said, "She’s in her room, I’ll go call her."

Zhao Ying was woken up by a bout of shaking.

When she opened her eyes, her mind was still muddled, and her swollen eyelids felt very heavy.

She was irritated at being woken when she had just fallen asleep, and her voice was hoarse, "Aunt Zhou, what are you doing?"

Aunt Zhou didn’t know what was happening, but her intuition told her something major had occurred.

She directly pulled back the quilt and dragged Zhao Ying out of bed, "Xiao Zhao, hurry and put your clothes on, Madam Mu is here to see you personally."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Ying’s face suddenly turned pale; her eyes widened with panic and fear showing clearly in them.

Her muddled mind was brought back to reality by Aunt Zhou’s urging, and she quickly got up, her legs somewhat weak, almost falling to her knees as her feet touched the floor.

The sound of her knees hitting the floor was loud, but she felt no pain, only a coldness sweeping over her.

Aunt Zhou was also taken aback, quickly supporting Zhao Ying by the arm to help her up, "Oh my, Xiao Zhao, snap out of it. You can’t go out looking like a lost soul, quickly redo your hair."

Zhao Ying bit her lip tightly. She hadn’t changed clothes for bed, wearing a sweater not wrinkled from sleeping, so there was no need to change.

She stiffly tidied her hair, and when she grasped the door handle, her hand was trembling.

Aunt Zhou went to the dining room to brew tea, placing it on the coffee table before respectfully retreating to one side.

Zhao Ying kept her head down, her teeth chattering in a way that almost obscured her voice, "Mad...Madam."