novelraw Chapter 226 - 146. Wanwan, we
Chapter 226 - 146. Wanwan, we
Aunt Zhou clasped her hands in front of her and cleared her throat, saying, "When Madam came home this afternoon, she said...she said it was her fault this time, and asked me to apologize to you."Upon hearing this, Mu Jin Huan’s hand paused while scrolling the mouse, the ripple in his deep black eyes lasting only a second before returning to their usual calm.
He gave a faint acknowledgment, continuing to browse the English emails on the computer screen.
Black shirt, black suit pants, black cotton slippers, exuding an invisible sense of oppression.
If not for the lit desk lamp and the computer, he could almost perfectly blend into the night.
Aunt Zhou said no more and quietly exited the study.
The steam rising from the teacup shrouded Mu Jin Huan’s profound features in a thin mist, inscrutable.
Having finished dealing with work matters, he returned to the bedroom, and it was nearly eleven o’clock.
Nan Wan had already washed up, but without any nightclothes, curled up on the sofa watching a movie on a tablet, looked up at the sound of the door opening, "Are you done? Should I run your bath water?"
Mu Jin Huan looked at that clean and gentle face, feeling that the inexplicable irritability in his heart seemed to dissipate slightly, his dark eyes calm yet holding unreadable emotions.
Hidden very deeply, impossible to discover without probing.
He took long strides towards Nan Wan.
His slender fingers unbuttoned two buttons at the collar of his shirt, pulled the tablet out of the woman’s arms and tossed it onto the sofa, then clasped her chin and kissed her without a word.
The dialogue from the movie still echoed in the background, and Nan Wan was a bit dazed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
The man’s kiss wasn’t aggressive, but it couldn’t be called gentle either.
Even as she was pressed into the soft bedding, she still couldn’t figure out what he meant by starting with no words.
She turned her head and barely managed to escape from the man’s advances, taking a breath and looking at him with a teasing smile, her voice both sweet and soft, "Has Mr. Mu been schemed against by someone again?"
Mu Jin Huan gazed at her intently, his voice low and hoarse, "Wanwan, let’s have a child."
Completely exuding sensual hormonal allure.
Nan Wan was flustered by the man’s unabashed gaze, her heart beating rapidly.
He was still wearing the same black shirt, except for a few wrinkles she’d pinched out at the chest, his attire everywhere else was dignified and proper.
Gradually yielding, her body went soft, and her cheeks began to flush with a suggestive red, she bit her lip, her voice unsteady, "Is... is this up to me? It’s not like a cat or a dog that you can have right away."
It wasn’t the first time he had brought up this matter, and Nan Wan couldn’t help but wonder, could it be...because of his age?
Mu Jin Huan chuckled softly, his thin lips kissing the woman’s slightly swollen lips, his voice terribly sexy, "Then it’s up to me."
After it all ended, Mu Jin Huan carried the woman to the bathroom for a quick rinse, looking at the traces of blue and purple on her fair skin, his gaze deepened.
He had clearly controlled his strength, so how did she still end up looking so miserable?
Nan Wan very much regretted her earlier private suspicion that this man was getting old; now she didn’t even have the energy to move, feeling as if she were the older one.
Letting him change her into pajamas, she turned over and quickly fell asleep.
But Mu Jin Huan was not at all sleepy, looking at her peaceful and beautiful sleeping face in his arms, the heat in his dark eyes gradually faded, replaced by an unfathomable gloom.
The body had achieved immense pleasure, but the emptiness deep within his heart seemed untouched.
Wanted to smoke a cigarette.
He slipped on a robe, turned off the lamp on the bedside, and walked out of the bedroom.
In the study, only a small lamp was on, near the side of the floor-to-ceiling window, the lighting was very dim.
Mu Jin Huan leaned on the sofa, a cigarette in one hand and a cup of liquor in the other.
Just a silhouette, his dark eyes half-closed, seemingly looking at the boundless night sky outside the window, or perhaps just finding a place for his gaze to land, without really seeing anything.
The time spent back in Qing City wasn’t long, and the number of times they met could be counted on one hand, apart from company matters, she hadn’t mentioned anything else.
She hadn’t asked him how he’d lived in the early years at the Ji Family, hadn’t asked about the circumstances of his near-death in the army, nor why he went to prison—never asked a word.
But today, she said the words "I’m sorry," even if it wasn’t in front of him.