novelraw Chapter 247 - 151. By then, your vast wealth will become a bargain for me. _3
Chapter 247 - 151. By then, your vast wealth will become a bargain for me. _3
Mu Jin Huan leaned on the sofa, his long arm around the woman’s shoulder, the rough pad of his finger rubbing the delicate skin by her ear, "Let’s talk about it tomorrow."This vague response made Nan Wan classify it as disagreement. She raised her head, intending to try persuading him further, but was interrupted by two knocks on the door.
Instinctively, she thought it was someone from the Nan Family outside. After all, ever since she married him, Nan Chengzhi had been inquiring every two days and showing concern every three days, which wasn’t too much to call attentive.
"Did they find out so quickly?"
Mu Jin Huan carried her back to the hospital bed, tucked her in with a blanket, and said calmly, "There’s been no leak, neither of the families knows."
Then who could it be?
If it was a doctor, they would have spoken.
The room was warm; lying in bed, Nan Wan felt a bit hot being tightly wrapped up in the blanket by the man. Just as she thought to loosen it a bit, she was stopped by Mu Jin Huan’s stare.
The patient didn’t have much presence, and naturally, none of her usual stubbornness either.
Under his half-warning gaze, she truly stayed still.
Mu Jin Huan withdrew his gaze, tidied up the meal boxes on the coffee table briefly, stretched his long legs, walked to the door, and opened it.
Sheng Jingzhen stood there in a black suit, just as tall and imposing, just as mature and indifferent. The red veins in his eyes were no less than Mu Jin Huan’s, though a few more wrinkles by his eyes marked by time.
The marks left by years.
Holding a bunch of lilies in his hand, their eyes met. Neither’s aura was weaker, as if in a stance of confrontation, yet without any hostility.
A few seconds later, Sheng Jingzhen spoke, "I heard from the doctor that Nan Wan woke up, so I came to see her."
Mu Jin Huan gave a light syllable in response, "Hm."
He then fully opened the hospital room door, his tall body moved aside a couple of steps, leaving the way to enter.
After Sheng Jingzhen walked into the room, he closed the door again, returned to the sofa, bent down, and picked up his phone from the coffee table.
He told Nan Wan, "I’ll step out to make a call, be back soon."
How could Nan Wan not understand? He was discreetly leaving space for her and another man.
He was originally such a proud and noble person...
Her hand under the blanket adjusted the collar of the hospital gown, then she slightly sat up, looked at him, and said softly, "Then put on your clothes, don’t go far."
Mu Jin Huan took a pillow from the foot of the bed and tucked it behind the woman’s back, straightened up, with unhidden tenderness in his gaze, "Alright."
The door closed.
Nan Wan retracted her gaze, looked at Sheng Jingzhen a few steps away, his facial features seemed more weary than usual tranquility.
He likely hadn’t slept in the past few days either.
She smiled slightly, and softly said, "Brother Sheng, I’m not in a good state to move around, feel free to sit wherever you like."
Sheng Jingzhen noticed the silent exchange of glances between the two, took steps forward, placed the lilies on the cabinet by the bedside, his voice gentle, "Still having a fever?"
Her words were nasal, her cheeks still slightly red, and her lips lacked color.
"Just a bit, I’ve already taken medicine," even with the fresh lily fragrance lingering at her nose, Nan Wan could still smell the tobacco scent on him, "Did you come to say thank you to me?"
Her lips curled into a smile, and her tone was light.
Sheng Jingzhen unbuttoned the front of his suit, sat down on the chair next to the hospital bed, and looked at Nan Wan with gentle eyes, untainted by any impurities.
His thin lips parted slightly, speaking slowly, "A verbal thank you wouldn’t make you feel better, instead, it might make you uncomfortable."
Nan Wan couldn’t remember when exactly she met him, but it was a long time ago. If she thought carefully, she might find some traces.
There was a time when Nan Wan detested studying, for unspecified reasons, didn’t listen in class, always laying her head on the desk staring blankly at the camphor tree outside, causing her grades to plummet.
Her homeroom teacher back then was Sheng Jingzhen’s mother, who held high hopes for Nan Wan, reluctant to see such a promising seedling be broken midway, and called her to the office for a talk.
No matter what the homeroom teacher said, she didn’t utter a word, lowering her head pretending to listen attentively, although her mind had wandered far.
It was that day that Nan Wan saw Sheng Jingzhen outside the office window wearing a white shirt, standing out from the peers in school uniforms around him.
The advantage of age, more mature features, he had an inexplicable charm when he looked at her with a faint smile as if he could be believed to be a new intern teacher at the school.
After that, she often saw him around the school, but they never spoke until Nan Wan graduated from junior high. Sheng Jingzhen said to her for the first time, startling her beyond expectations: Your shoelaces are untied, be careful not to fall.