novelraw Chapter 261 - 155. Mrs. Mu climbing the wall in front of her husband might be quite inappropriate.
Chapter 261 - 155. Mrs. Mu climbing the wall in front of her husband might be quite inappropriate.
He stood up, loosened his joints, and returned the punch with a cold sneer.Mu Jin Huan had learned his fighting skills in the army, and every move was solid. He avoided the punch even before the wind of it reached him.
The taut curve of his jaw and the dark, brooding black eyes seemed capable of devouring everything.
In the quiet private room, the sound of wine bottles falling to the ground echoed intermittently, mixed with the man’s heavy breathing and muffled groans.
The women accompanying them were so frightened that they shrank into the corners, covering their mouths without daring to make a sound.
The only ones present who could keep a straight face were probably Tang Chengmo and Huo Yihan.
...
The car door was opened from the outside, and Nan Wan quickly looked over.
The light was too dim, Mu Jin Huan stood with his back to the light, wearing only a black shirt, his chiseled face hidden in the shadows, his voice calm and steady, "Yihan will send your sister to the hotel, we’re going home."
Nan Wan couldn’t see anything clearly, but just upon hearing his voice, her anxious heart inexplicably calmed down.
She only moved slightly, and Xu Moyi, who was holding her like a pillow, discontentedly mumbled complaints.
Nan Wan, though helpless, gently patted the drunkard’s back to comfort him, whispering to Mu Jin Huan, "Mo Yi is so drunk, I’m not quite at ease either..."
Not at ease about what?
Huo Yihan, sitting in the driver’s seat, turned cold, his tone extremely unfriendly, "Either get in and let’s go, or get the hell out of the car. Are you ever going to stop dithering?"
Mu Jin Huan glanced at Xu Moyi, who was resting on Nan Wan’s leg, and frowned.
He closed the rear car door, got into the passenger seat, and said blandly, "Let’s go."
In the small car cabin, there was only Xu Moyi’s uncomfortable hums and groans.
There was a faint smell of blood in the air, and Nan Wan didn’t know which man in the front seats it came from, or perhaps from both of them.
After about ten minutes of driving, the drowsy Xu Moyi suddenly woke up. She had drunk too much, and even though she struggled to open her eyes, she could only see large swathes of bloodshot red.
Of course, she had no idea where she was, only vaguely remembering someone had spoken to her, and tentatively called out, "...Sister?"
Before this, Nan Wan had been focusing on Mu Jin Huan sitting in the front passenger seat. From her angle, she could only see a quarter of the man’s profile.
The brilliant neon lights outside the car window shone through the glass onto his sharp features, flickering mysteriously.
Hearing Xu Moyi’s voice, thinking she was just babbling unconsciously, Nan Wan responded with a "Hmm?"
Xu Moyi hugged Nan Wan’s waist tighter, buried her face in her embrace, sounding like she was crying, yet perhaps just struggling to breathe with her face buried so deep, "...I feel terrible."
Nan Wan withdrew her gaze, looked down, and tried to pull the drunkard a bit away from her lap to avoid suffocation, but didn’t expect the drunkard to tighten her grip instead.
She gently coaxed with resignation, "I know you’re uncomfortable, we’ll be at the hotel soon, just hold on a little longer."
Xu Moyi’s voice was very low, clinging together, as if all grievances weighed on her, "I... I don’t want to... like him anymore..."
Everybody else awake in the car knew exactly who ’he’ referred to.
Nan Wan felt the car body that had been riding smoothly suddenly jolt, followed by Mu Jin Huan’s deep, steady voice with no hint of emotion, "Your hands are useless?"
The anger smoldering in Huo Yihan’s chest was still burning, seemingly intensifying after that unconscious murmur.
With a darkened face, he snapped back, "Didn’t you see that idiot in front swerved suddenly? Even if my hands were crippled, my driving skills could still leave you in the dust."
Upon hearing this, Mu Jin Huan merely chuckled coldly, with ambiguous meaning.
As a result, the knuckles of Huo Yihan’s hand gripping the steering wheel became whiter, with veins popping out on the back of his hand.
Nan Wan lowered her head slightly, her almond eyes half-closed, softly brushing away the hair stuck to Xu Moyi’s cheek, and noticed the wetness in the corner of her eyes.
Her tone was flat, "Then just don’t like him anymore."
Xu Moyi curled up in the seat, unable to see anything, so she simply closed her eyes, whispering to herself, "Shen... Shen Zhimei... without Ye Junyan... immediately had her third brother who waited nearly... hiccup... ten years, sister, you lost the big star... but met the incredibly handsome Mr. Mu..."
In the quiet car cabin, her words were slurred and unclear.
"What about me? I have nothing!" The once quiet drunkard suddenly became agitated, waving her arms wildly in the air.