Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love

Chapter 255 - 154. Yu Qinglu looked at Nan Wan and smiled, ’The boundaries between Mu Huan and me are not so easy to draw clearly.

In the quiet room, only a wall lamp was lit, and under its orange glow, their shadows overlapped.After a brief kiss, Mu Jin Huan slightly pulled back, his voice low and hoarse, "Does it taste good?"

The kiss was gentle and didn’t go deep, as if the purpose was for her to taste the red wine in his mouth.

His wine was naturally good.

She seemed to understand the deep meaning in his eyes, pursed her lips, and hesitantly spoke, "I... I am a patient, you know."

Even hugging Jiashu made her feel like she could collapse at any moment, yet she was thinking of such things?

Double standards...

Mu Jin Huan wrapped his arm around her waist, lifting her from the sofa and carrying her to the large bed, the process was brief.

Nan Wan’s body sank into the soft bedding, and with the weight of the man’s body pressing down, came his voice, hoarse to the extreme, "After so many days of recovery, you’re not exactly a fragile porcelain doll anymore."

Nan Wan’s hand rested on the man’s chest, her eyebrows arching in a lively expression, "Didn’t you say I should rest more?"

Mu Jin Huan held the woman’s wrist, pinning it above her head, but his grip was gentle.

He lowered his head, continuing to kiss without end.

......

Before Mu Jin Huan took Nan Wan to the bathroom for a bath, he turned on the ventilation system.

Suddenly thinking of something, Nan Wan moved her body, trying to stand up from the water, but the man, lounging lazily against the bathtub’s edge, pulled her back into his arms.

Mu Jin Huan, mindful of her physical condition, was not fully indulging, his black eyes still holding warmth, glanced at her face flushed from the steam, his voice hoarse, "Soak a little longer."

Nan Wan, though feeling weak all over, was gradually regaining her senses, "You soak slowly, I’ll go check on Jiashu."

He furrowed his eyebrows slightly, "What’s the need to check when he’s sleeping?"

Nan Wan pulled away the man’s arm, climbed out of the tub, and wrapped a towel around herself, "Kids don’t sleep soundly and might kick off the covers, Mr. Mu seems clueless, you might need to take a look at a parenting guide."

The misty steam in the bathroom enveloped Mu Jin Huan’s strong, slender body, making his well-defined features appear blurred, his half-closed black eyes giving a thoughtful expression.

After a long while, he stood up, walked to the shower, and the cold water sprayed out, gradually dissipating the steam in the bathroom.

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In the afternoon, Nan Wan took Jiashu to the hospital.

From the moment she got out of the car, she protected Jiashu’s face in her embrace until they reached the floor where Nan Ze’s ward was, and only after exiting the elevator did she set Jiashu on the ground.

Doctors and nurses passing by greeted Nan Wan, whom they hadn’t seen in a long time, and their eyes were curious about the child she was holding.

After all, the genes were so strong that Jiashu was a spitting image of Nan Ze. Nan Wan was Nan Ze’s younger sister, and they did bear a slight resemblance.

The attending physician in charge of Nan Ze naturally understood what was going on, but she was used to jabbering on and couldn’t help but blurt out, "Doctor Nan, how long has it been since we last met, and you’ve already got such a big kid? This is not how reversing the impossible works."

Nan Wan couldn’t be bothered to respond, she slightly bent down, and gently touched Jiashu’s head, her eyes filled with tenderness, "Daddy’s inside. Do you want to go in by yourself, or want auntie to accompany you?"

Jiashu looked at the ward door, but he was too short to see through the wooden door’s glass panel.

He turned his head back, his voice small but resolute, "I can go see Daddy by myself."

Nan Wan smiled, took the cap off his head, then put it back on him in reverse, "Auntie will wait for you outside then."

Jiashu nodded.

Nan Wan opened the ward door, only closing it after watching Jiashu walk up to the bedside.

Nan Wan sat on a bench in the corridor, looked up at her college mate, and asked with a composed expression, "Why are you watching me here instead of making your rounds?"

She didn’t need sympathy, nor did Jiashu.

Her college friend stopped joking, patted Nan Wan’s arm, "Miracles in medicine have never ceased to happen, he will wake up."

Nan Wan merely replied indifferently.

Familiar people have no need for formality.

Her back leaned against the cold wall, head slightly lowered, her side profile delicate, her long hair tied into a graceful low ponytail, her slender neck forming a beautiful curve.

If Shen Zhimei knew, would she blame her?

She didn’t know how long had passed when a pair of shoes appeared in her vision, but she didn’t raise her head, her voice cold, "Why have you come back?"