Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love

Chapter 270 - 158. Who do you want to ask for, Sheng Boyan?

Nan Wan reached out to hold Shen Zhimei’s hand, her voice low like a whisper, "Your husband is my brother, and I caused this. If... if it weren’t for me, Third Brother would not have been in trouble."Although Shen Zhimei had never heard Nan Wan speak like this before, the mutual understanding they had built over the years only required a glance to know what the other was thinking. So she knew that Nan Wan had always been trapped in this curse, unable to escape, even though she had never mentioned it.

Gripping the unforgettable hand in return, she turned her head to look at her, her ink-like brows and eyes exuding gentleness and warmth, "I have never blamed you, and neither would Third Brother."

Both of their hands were cold, but when held together, they could produce a sense of warmth.

Nan Wan leaned on Shen Zhimei’s shoulder, watching Jiashu laughing innocently in the distance, her voice still very low, "I know."

It was because no one would blame her that she was tormented by those nightmares filled with fresh red blood.

It was like dense vines tightly wrapped around her, layer upon layer, although there were still gaps between the branches and leaves, fresh air couldn’t get in, she could only breathe with the thin oxygen inside.

Shen Zhimei wasn’t fond of this oppressive atmosphere and changed the topic, "Handling the matter with Mr. Mu is up to you. Although it might be a bit tricky, but who is Miss Nan—when necessary, sacrificing a little bit..."

She paused, skipping over a particular word, her attractive face breaking into a flattering smile, "... you know, it should be no problem, right?"

This conversation seemed ordinary on the surface, but once Shen Zhimei deliberately left out some things, it wasn’t ordinary anymore.

Previously, Nan Wan might not have thought deeply about it, but after all, she wasn’t an inexperienced naive girl anymore, and her face immediately turned a bit unpleasant.

Sitting up straight away from Shen Zhimei, she pretended to be calm as she picked up a tea cup and sipped water, her voice steady, "He’s been busy working overtime even on weekends lately. Maybe it won’t be until after the Spring Festival that he’ll have time."

He should help with this... shouldn’t he?

Shen Zhimei blinked, "Anyway, it’s not long off. I might as well take a break."

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After Shen Zhimei picked up Jiashu, Aunt Zhou also packed up her luggage. She could have returned to her hometown a week earlier, but because there were suddenly two noisy little kids at home, Mu Jin Huan asked her to stay for an extra week.

Dragging the suitcase with frequent backward glances, she finally couldn’t help but nag, "Madam, remember to wash the vegetables with warm water when cooking and don’t always go to the backyard to catch a cold. Leave the heavy work like mopping the floor to the cleaning help..."

"Don’t worry, Aunt Zhou, I’ve long been fine," Nan Wan intercepted Aunt Zhou’s words, which she had repeated no less than four or five times, looking down at the time, "It’s almost twelve, if you miss the train, it’ll be a hassle."

Aunt Zhou sheepishly scratched her head, "Oh, oh, then I’ll be going."

Nan Wan stood at the door, smiling gently, "Hmm, take care."

...

Outside the Mu Family’s CEO office.

Liu An looked at Yu Qinglu, who was in professional attire, her long hair tied back in a low ponytail, her face no longer pale but adorned with exquisite makeup, her eyes wide open, her jaw nearly dropping to the floor.

Why?

Because Yu Qinglu had a Mu Family employee ID hanging around her neck.

For a moment, his brain seemed clogged, unable to process, "Miss Yu, you... you..."

Unable to finish his sentence.

Yu Qinglu held a folder in one hand and extended her right hand, smiling sweetly, "Assistant Liu, please take care of me from now on."

After a while, Liu An mechanically extended his hand to shake hers, his tongue still twisted, "Take... take care."

Yu Qinglu didn’t mind at all and, bypassing the dazed Liu An, she greeted Secretary Tang outside the room and proceeded to knock on the door of the CEO’s office.

Secretary Tang glanced at the sleazy guy and said coldly, "You’re drooling, wipe it off."

Liu An, still not fully back to his senses, instinctively touched his chin; by the time he realized it, Secretary Tang was already ten meters away.

He dashed after her, "Hey, hey, hey, what’s going on here?"

Secretary Tang shook off the hand grabbing her arm, her sneer only skin deep as she looked at Liu An, her tone more hostile than ever, "What’s going on? She graduated from a prestigious school and passed multiple selections to get in. With your incompetence to handle even minor tasks, you’ll probably have to wait until the next life to catch up."

A leopard can’t change its spots. At the sight of a pretty girl, his eyes light up.

Liu An realizing something, hurriedly raised three fingers to pledge loyalty, "Where are you getting this? You’re the only one in my heart."