novelraw Chapter 231 - 147. His refined eyes lowered, ’Is he good to you?’_2
Chapter 231 - 147. His refined eyes lowered, ’Is he good to you?’_2
If learned later, perhaps these peaceful days can be sustained a bit longer.Mu Jin Huan is right, marriage is the beginning of greed.
She has already started to crave the warmth he gives...
Standing up, after pulling the curtain open, the sky outside was dim.
"Mm, then when Senior Brother returns to the country, I’ll arrange for you to meet," she said, walking out of the study.
He should be back soon.
Sheng Boyan responded lightly.
Nan Wan crossed the hallway, went downstairs, and walked to the living room. There was no sound on the phone the whole time.
She almost thought the other person had hung up. She brought the phone to her eyes to check and saw they were still on a call.
"Senior Brother?"
Still no response.
Nan Wan stopped in her tracks, slightly worried. Could it be that he fainted from overwork...
The grip on her phone tightened, she raised her voice slightly and directly called his name, "Sheng Boyan, what’s wrong with you?"
When Mu Jin Huan opened the door and came in, he happened to hear Nan Wan’s words, his deep eyes rippled with emotions.
Although Nan Wan’s attention was all on the phone, she still went over to take his coat when she saw Mu Jin Huan return.
Not until she hung the man’s coat on the rack did she hear no response from the other end of the call. Both environments were quiet, adding to the unease.
The worry and anxiety between Nan Wan’s subtle eyebrows were not concealed, "Sheng Boyan! Are you still breathing?"
Sheng Boyan stood outside the window, looking at the bustling city beyond the glass, his refined eyes lowered, "Is he good to you?"
Only he understood the emotion hidden in his voice.
Hearing his voice, Nan Wan let out a big sigh of relief, then promptly became angry.
She didn’t even pay attention to what he had said and directly threw words at him, "Sheng Boyan! How old are you? I asked so many times, didn’t you know to make a sound? Did you deliberately scare me from so far away for fun?"
He was not someone who liked to joke, so Nan Wan didn’t consider it from the start; she genuinely thought he was not feeling well.
"No sense of propriety," she didn’t answer, and Sheng Boyan didn’t ask a second time, smiling gently, "I just went to pour a glass of water, forgot to mention it, and you lost your temper already?"
Hearing this, Nan Wan rubbed her forehead, closed her eyes, and curtly replied with two words, "Hanging up."
The busy signal beeped in her ears, and Sheng Boyan chuckled softly.
There was nearly a twelve-hour time difference between where he was and Qing City. The sky in front of him was clear and bright, while where she was, it should have been deep into the night.
...
After Nan Wan hung up the phone, she turned around and directly bumped into the man’s wall-like chest.
Her nose hit a shirt button, causing a stinging sensation. Furrowing her brows tightly, she muttered, "Why are you standing behind me so silently?"
Mu Jin Huan’s strong arm clasped the woman’s waist, pulling her, who instinctively stepped back, into his arms, his voice calm, "I called you."
After helping her to stand steadily, he released his hold.
Nan Wan rubbed her stinging nose, looking at the suit jacket in the man’s arm, finally realizing he didn’t do it on purpose.
She said somewhat sheepishly, "I didn’t hear you."
Mu Jin Huan hung the jacket properly, then gave her a deep look, saying, "If you could hear, it would be strange."
It turns out, when she is angry, she also loses her temper.
After Aunt Zhou set up the tableware, she walked to Nan Wan’s side and glanced at Mu Jin Huan, who had gone up to the second floor, feeling a bit strange, "What’s up with sir?"
Of course, Nan Wan understood what Aunt Zhou was asking about.
Recently, for some unknown reason, whenever he comes home from work, the first thing he does is kiss her, and several times Aunt Zhou caught them in the act...
Nan Wan awkwardly smiled, "...Should be dealing with a lot at the company, I’ll go check on him."
Aunt Zhou nodded, not asking further, "Then I’ll take the soup back to the kitchen to keep it warm."
Nan Wan absentmindedly responded.
Going upstairs.
When she pushed open the bedroom door, Mu Jin Huan was changing clothes. Hearing the sound, he just glanced at her indifferently.
Even with just a glance, Nan Wan already understood a few things in her heart.
After shooing away the shadowing Barton, she entered the bedroom and closed the door.
Intentionally changing the subject, "Was it exhausting today?"
Mu Jin Huan took a set of loungewear from the wardrobe, casually tossed it to the end of the bed, untied his tie with his slender fingers.
His handsome face was expressionless, his voice plain, "It was okay."
Nan Wan slowly nodded, walking up to the man, raising her hands to help him unbutton his shirt.