novelraw Chapter 254 - 153. As you wish. _3
Chapter 254 - 153. As you wish. _3
Mu Jin Huan spoke up at the right time, "I’ve been so good to you, can you do me a favor?"Nan Wan heard and looked across, just in time to meet the man’s calm gaze, as if drawn by some magical force, she asked instinctively, "What?"
Mu Jin Huan said unhurriedly, "I have a French document that needs translating, I heard your French is good, how about helping me with it in the study after dinner?"
Nan Wan seemed to have forgotten the earlier incident and jokingly teased, "Did your secretary get fired, do you have to handle such a trivial matter yourself?"
Mu Jin Huan calmly uttered four words, "Confidential document."
Having idled for too many days, Nan Wan figured having something to do would at least make her seem less useless, so she agreed.
After Jia Shu finished eating, she let Aunt Zhou take him to the bathroom in the side bedroom to bathe, worried he might not adapt, she took the Golden Retriever along.
Jia Shu played with bubbles in the bathtub, speaking in a childish voice, "Auntie, you go ahead, with Grandma Zhou and Barton here, I’m not scared."
Nan Wan hung his pajamas on the rack and smiled at him, "But you can’t soak too long, okay?"
Jia Shu readily agreed.
When Nan Wan went to the study, Mu Jin Huan was replying to emails at the computer. She walked up to the desk and asked, "Where’s the document?"
Mu Jin Huan looked up at her, then continued typing on the keyboard with his slender fingers, maintaining his composure as he said, "I forgot to bring it home, I’ll look at it myself tomorrow at the office, you should go rest."
Nan Wan, "..."
She wasn’t mad, just needed a forty-meter-long knife.
She closed her eyes for a moment, her hand on the desk slowly tightened, then she turned and walked out of the study.
Aunt Zhou was surprised to see Nan Wan coming back so soon, and asked, "Madam, are you done so quickly?"
"Yes," Nan Wan replied blandly, rolling up her sweater sleeves, as she walked towards the bath, "Aunt Zhou, you can rest, I’ll take over."
Aunt Zhou stood up and wiped her wet hands, "Ah, alright."
Like a peeled lychee, Jia Shu sat adorably in the bubble-filled bathtub, holding a little yellow duck.
After bathing Jia Shu and dressing him in his soft pajamas, Nan Wan carried him to the side bedroom’s bed.
She picked up a bedtime storybook that Shen Zhimei had brought, leaned against the headboard, and asked in a gentle voice, "What story do you want to hear?"
Barton, who had been running energetically in the backyard that afternoon, seemed tired and lay down, dozing in the left spot.
Jia Shu, resting in Nan Wan’s arm, didn’t specify which story, only called, "Auntie."
Nan Wan, turning the storybook with one hand and gently patting Jia Shu’s back with the other to soothe him to sleep, radiated a maternal glow under the warm light, "Hmm?"
"I know dad isn’t on a business trip; he’s sick, and has been sleeping in the hospital for a long, long time."
The clear, innocent words echoed especially clearly in the quiet bedroom.
All of Nan Wan’s movements froze at this moment, her gaze lost focus on the book’s pages, and even her breath seemed to pause.
After a long while, she exhaled through her nose, looked at the little one in her arm, and with difficulty pulled out a smile, "Who told you that?"
As with any lie, there would eventually be a day it gets exposed. She just didn’t expect it to be so soon.
Her mind was unusually flustered, unsure of how to continue weaving this lie.
Jia Shu crawled out of the blankets and sat on the bed, with clear, round eyes without tears, "It was the housemaid in the kitchen, who said it secretly, and that’s how I heard it."
Nan Wan’s fingers unconsciously tightened on the book pages, leaving crumpled marks on the corners.
Gazing at Jia Shu’s little face, she opened her mouth several times but couldn’t utter a single word.
Jia Shu tugged on Nan Wan’s hand, his eyes filled with hope, "Auntie, please take me to the hospital to see dad, I won’t tell mom."
The implication was that Shen Zhimei didn’t know Jia Shu had already learned the truth.
Nan Wan put the storybook aside, pulled Jia Shu into her arms, her eyes lowered, keeping the emotions within them to herself.
Her voice was soft and gentle, "Okay, auntie will take you to see dad, but this can only be our little secret, you can’t tell anyone else."
Hearing Nan Wan agree, Jia Shu was particularly happy, he hadn’t seen his dad for so very long, and he was thinking of telling his dad so many things when they meet, so much so that his dad would get tired of him and then... wake up.
Before sleeping, he didn’t forget the promise to Mu Jin Huan, telling Nan Wan to only tell one story, and he could sleep on his own.
...
When Nan Wan returned to the master bedroom, Mu Jin Huan had just come out of the bathroom after his shower, his short hair already dried, wearing only a towel around his waist, his perfect abs exposed to the air.
He bent down to pick up the remote from the table, adjusting the temperature of the heater, and asked, "Did you get him to sleep?"
Nan Wan felt an unprecedented weariness in her heart and responded softly with an ’Mm’, took pajamas from the wardrobe, and went to shower.
Mu Jin Huan, being extremely perceptive, naturally noticed the woman’s low mood but didn’t ask anything.
The pitter-patter of water sounded, his deep and serene eyes looked towards the bathroom door, as if through the frosted glass, he could see her exquisite silhouette.
Feeling a bit parched, he turned his gaze away, excusing it by drinking water.
It had been over half a month altogether, without any physical intimacy, aside from the recent few days, sharing a bed each night where touching and embracing were allowed but not more, her casual little actions were a form of torture for him.
After showering, Nan Wan opened the bathroom door, a rich, enticing fragrance of wine wafted to her nose. Raising her head, she saw before her eyes, a man sitting with legs crossed, holding a goblet with slender fingers, slowly swirling the dark red liquid inside.
The previously calm black eyes seemed to have been ignited with warmth by the alcohol.
He looked at her directly, nonchalantly, but with an ambiguous meaning.
Nan Wan smiled and asked, "What brings you such refined leisure?"
Mu Jin Huan gazed deeply at the woman like a lotus emerging from water. Despite being afraid of the cold, she wore little in the warm bedroom, preferring silk pajamas for sleeping.
A few strands of hair stuck to her cheek, lending a charming vitality to the beauty mark at her eye’s corner, her almond eyes retained some mist from the bathroom, and she watched him with a gentle smile.
The body temperature rose a few more degrees, his voice was a sexy, low pitch, "You took too long in the shower, I was waiting, got bored."
Upon hearing this, Nan Wan merely chuckled, stepped to the sofa, and sat down beside him.
When people feel troubled, they tend to want a drink.
As she reached for the wine glass in the man’s hand, he evaded her.
She raised her eyes to meet the man’s slightly displeased gaze, after pondering for two seconds, she realized where his displeasure originated.
Stretching out a finger to her nose, she negotiated, "I’ll just have a sip."
Mu Jin Huan’s gaze shifted from the liquid in the goblet to the woman’s clean and pleasing face, his lips curved into a faint smile, slowly asking, "Really want a taste?"
The deep, husky voice was extraordinarily alluring in the silent night.
Nan Wan nodded.
Mu Jin Huan’s smile grew deeper, and he leaned slightly forward, placing the goblet on the table.
Nan Wan’s gaze followed the wine glass, but she was suddenly pulled into a warm embrace, barely had time to react before the man’s scent—infused with wine—enveloped her.
"As you wish."
The hoarse voice disappeared between their touching lips.
Mingling the aroma of red wine and the unique scent of the bath gel, merged with the aroma from her body.