Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love

Chapter 268 - 157. It is longing that penetrates the bones. _2

Lazily leaning against the door frame, "It’s just a meal, not like anyone ended up in bed. Do you really need to stand there with the door open acting all horny?"As Mrs. Mu walked past him, her face was pale, her lips still swollen. Not even a side glance was given to him.

She clearly looked like she’d been bullied.

Mu Jin Huan’s indifferent gaze swept over the aggrieved woman behind Huo Yihan, "Your taste is getting worse lately. You can even sleep with someone as cheap as those found all over the streets?"

Upon hearing this, the socialite bit her lip hard, clutching the hem of Huo Yihan’s shirt and shaking it.

"Don’t be so harsh," Huo Yihan shrugged nonchalantly, "When your backyard catches fire, don’t blame me for not warning you. Sheng Boyan gave up his right to inherit the family business for Nan Wan’s mother’s illness, moving heaven and earth, but unfortunately, just didn’t catch the good timing."

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When Nan Wan returned to her seat, Sheng Boyan was already gone. She bent down to pick up the brocade box on the table and the bag on the sofa and walked out of the restaurant.

She got into a taxi before Mu Jin Huan could catch up.

After the driver glanced in the rear-view mirror for the fourth time, he finally couldn’t help starting the conversation, "Miss, do you know the owner of that car behind us?"

Nan Wan kept her head down, her long hair disheveled, covering half her face. Her voice was as cold as ice, "I don’t know."

The driver, of course, was not convinced, thinking himself unlucky to have picked up someone involved in trouble. His grip on the steering wheel tightened nervously, "The person behind us is tailing us insistently. I can’t afford to mess with that kind of luxury car. If it gets scratched or bumped, I couldn’t pay for it even if I sold a kidney. Please don’t get me into trouble."

If not for his thirty years of driving experience, he would’ve been forced off the road by now.

The phone in Nan Wan’s bag kept vibrating, the driver could hear it, but she seemed oblivious, her eyes hidden under her hair were icy to the extreme, "You can’t afford it, but I can."

"Miss, I’m an honest man. I can’t accept this fare," the driver stopped the car, turning back to Nan Wan, "I have a family to take care of. I can’t risk my life."

Nan Wan paused for a moment, then took a hundred-yuan bill from her wallet, handed it over with both hands, and softly said four words, "I’m sorry."

The driver took it, counted the change to give back, but by then, the car door had already closed.

Mu Jin Huan clasped the woman’s wrist, pulling her into his embrace, his thin lips close to her ear, his voice low and deep, "I’m sorry, I was wrong earlier."

The scent that usually put Nan Wan at ease was now something she vigorously rejected.

With her hands balled into fists, she pushed hard against the man’s chest, her face expressionless, "Let go, I don’t want to see you right now."

Mu Jin Huan did not purposely restrain her hands, allowing her to hit him.

Only when she was tired and quieted down did he lower his head to kiss her on the brow, his deep voice carrying a hint of a sigh, "You accepted such an ambiguous gift from another man, that’s why I was mad. It won’t happen again."

"Angry over a bracelet?" Nan Wan looked up, coldly laughing in response, "Isn’t it because of your so-called ’responsibility,’ pretending to be crazy and deceiving you, that you’re mad?"

As pedestrians on the street passed by, they couldn’t help but look at the couple embracing each other. Their faces were too recognizable; even under the dim streetlights, people could identify them.

Whispers could be faintly heard.

Mu Jin Huan paused for a moment before speaking softly, "I’ll handle it."

Then, he took off his coat and wrapped it around the woman, coaxing her patiently, "You didn’t eat much just now. I asked Aunt Zhou to make your favorite dishes. Let’s go home, and I’ll eat with you, okay?"

Nan Wan didn’t want to be pointed at on the street either, especially since Jiashu was still at the North Shore Villa; she couldn’t go anywhere else.

Getting angry was pointless.

...

At the dining table.

Jiashu puffed his cheeks, asking in a childish voice, "Aunt, are you unhappy?"

Nan Wan had been playing with the rice in her bowl; after hearing Jiashu’s words, she put down her chopsticks, touched his head, "Not at all."

Opposite Jiashu, Mu Qingqing was licking her oily fingers, staring at Nan Wan with large, black, grape-like eyes without blinking, "But Aunt, you’re not smiling, and you’re not eating the dishes Uncle picked for you. Did you two have a fight?"

Children from single-parent families tend to be more mature, their ability to read people several times stronger than that of their peers.

Nan Wan forced a smile, "...I am smiling."

Mu Qingqing, a rare straightforward girl, instantly frowned, her face scrunching up like a bun, expressing dissatisfaction, "Aunt, your smile is ugly, isn’t it, Jiashu?"