novelraw Chapter 262 - 155. Mrs. Mu climbing the wall in front of her husband might be quite inappropriate.
Chapter 262 - 155. Mrs. Mu climbing the wall in front of her husband might be quite inappropriate.
The blow landed squarely on Nan Wan’s chin, causing her to suck in a sharp breath from the pain, "Tssk." ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ NovєlFіre.netMu Jin Huan caught the slight sound of pain, his brows furrowed, but he didn’t say a word.
Nan Wan rubbed her chin helplessly, then grabbed the hand of the drunkard to stop her from moving around.
Xu Moyi didn’t cause any more trouble and continued to mumble, "Sis, tell me... I have breasts and legs... and I’m so cute... but why... why does no one love me?"
The passage wasn’t long, yet she took a full minute to say it, with the crying tone becoming very obvious towards the end.
It was easy to notice without careful listening.
Nan Wan answered her softly, "Of course there is."
Xu Moyi seemed to hear Nan Wan’s words, choking up as she asked, "Where is it, why don’t I know."
If she had been suppressing her emotions before, she was now completely letting herself go, crying and laughing as if she were split in personality.
Nan Wan had seen her like this before, so she was extremely calm, "Wait a bit longer, and you’ll see him."
After Nan Wan said this, the drunk lying on her lap was silent for a long time, so long that Nan Wan thought she had fallen back asleep.
After a while, Xu Moyi suddenly laughed, "Hmm, I’ll wait a bit longer, just in case... his heart gets better if he was blind, I’ll wait a bit longer, a bit longer..."
...
There was no way Xu Moyi could be taken home in her current state, so Huo Yihan carried her to a room and tossed her onto the bed before heading downstairs.
After helping Xu Moyi shower and change clothes, Nan Wan felt as if her whole body was coming apart, even more exhausted than after doing two consecutive surgeries.
Fortunately, this dead girl wouldn’t puke or cause too much commotion, otherwise, Nan Wan might have strangled her on impulse.
Once Xu Moyi was completely asleep, Nan Wan finally left the room.
As she went downstairs and borrowed a first-aid kit from the front desk, she turned around to see those two men sitting in the lobby’s guest sofa... drinking?
Her attractive brows knitted together.
The wine glass in his hand was snatched away, and Huo Yihan looked up with extreme displeasure, "After all, I saved your sister, is this how you repay me?"
Nan Wan’s expression remained calm, and after sitting down on the sofa, she opened the first-aid kit and directly pulled over his arm, using a disinfectant swab to treat the wound on the back of his hand, "Aren’t I repaying you right now?"
"Mrs. Mu climbing the wall in front of her husband might not be very appropriate," Huo Yihan pulled back his arm, casting a half-smiling glance at the man sitting across from him, drawing out his voice deliberately, "One should not covet a friend’s wife, unless you drugged me, my stance remains firm."
Why not worry about your own husband, instead of managing my affairs?
Nan Wan expressionlessly pulled Huo Yihan’s right hand back over, avoiding the broken skin and deliberately poking hard at the bruised area.
Huo Yihan, unguarded, drew a sharp breath from the pain, feeling even more stifled; unable to vent while being checked and the provocative action from Nan Wan undoubtedly added fuel to the fire.
He shouted irritably at the person across from him, "Mu Jin Huan, you’re just going to watch like this?"
Mr. Mu’s wine glass had long been set aside by Mrs. Mu; he wasn’t like some ungrateful fool making a scene but shrugged his shoulders calmly, saying, "You’re an outsider, she tends to you first, it’s a courtesy."
Outsider, courtesy.
Very well...
Huo Yihan closed his eyes, and after calming the irritation in his heart a bit, without caring whether Nan Wan was finished or not, he drew back his arm and strode towards the elevator.
Of course, he took his drink with him.
Mu Jin Huan held the woman’s slender hand intended to clean his wound; the shadows in his eyes and the surrounding hostility had long dissipated, as if the previous blood and violence had never occurred.
Under the warm yellow light, his sharply defined features became gentle, his voice low and calm, "Let’s go home first."
Nan Wan’s hand felt cold, while the man’s large hand was dry and warm, and placed over hers, the warmth continuously transferred to her.
She drew herself out of those deep, impenetrable black eyes, pursed her lips, and whispered, "There are kids at home."
Although there weren’t many visible wounds on his face, the bruising at the corner of his mouth was evident upon closer inspection.
It seemed just then, Mu Jin Huan remembered the two kids at home; after pausing for two seconds, he stood up with her, "Then to the car."
In the freezing December weather, he was wearing only a shirt, and curious glances continued lingering around them.
Nan Wan stayed put, bending over to pick up the coat on the sofa, "It’s cold outside, put on the coat first."
Though her words were gentle, her gaze was unyielding.
The message was clear: If you don’t wear it, I won’t go.
Mu Jin Huan looked at Nan Wan’s demeanor and suddenly chuckled lowly, accepting the coat and putting it on before picking her up horizontally.
Her body lifted off the ground, startling Nan Wan; instinctively, she wrapped her arms around the man’s neck, his familiar scent lingering at her nose, and she felt slightly a daze.
It was the first time his touch ignored the occasion.
It wasn’t until he walked out of the hotel and the cold wind blew into her sweater that Nan Wan came back to her senses, "...The first-aid kit."
Mu Jin Huan didn’t stop his steps, his voice low and warm, "There are plenty in Mr. Huo’s car."
His car was still outside Night Charm; taking a cab was out of the question, Huo Yihan wasn’t in the mood to be their driver, besides... Huo Yihan wouldn’t be leaving tonight either.
In the car.
Nan Wan stared blankly at the numerous wounds on the man’s hand, not making a movement for a long time.
She had witnessed Nan Huaiyu’s methods; back in school, fighting was a regular occurrence, usually leaving the others beaten black and blue while he came away unscathed.
"Do you feel sorry for me?"
His low voice sounded at her ear, seemingly mixed with a few strands of... amusement.
What was wrong with him tonight?
Nan Wan unnaturally pursed her lips, took out a disinfectant swab, and carefully wiped away the dried blood on the back of his hand, "Did you call Huo Yihan?"
Mu Jin Huan’s gaze fell on the woman’s slightly lowered face, the emotions in his black eyes deeply hidden.
His thin lips parted slightly, speaking slowly, "He was there when you called."
She thought of him when in trouble, rather than charging into the wolf’s den alone.
Just for this, he felt the time he spent pondering hadn’t been wasted.
"You asked last time if Third Brother ever mentioned anything about Nan Huaiyu," Nan Wan switched to a new swab but didn’t continue handling the wounds, pausing for a few seconds before raising her head, "Do you know something?"
That day, he had only vaguely replied, then changed the topic.
If he didn’t know, he wouldn’t have asked her like that.
"Since Nan Ze didn’t tell you, there’s a reason for that," Mu Jin Huan raised his hand to stroke her cheek, the light filtering through from traffic casting shadows and highlights, making his black eyes even more inscrutable, "Nan Huaiyu has dubious intentions, avoid him as much as you can when I’m not around."