novelraw Chapter 272 - 158. Who do you want to ask for, Sheng Boyan?
Chapter 272 - 158. Who do you want to ask for, Sheng Boyan?
He raised his hand to remove Yu Qinglu’s arms from his neck, stood up, and walked with long strides to Nan Wan, his apathetic expression turned gentle, "You’re bringing me lunch, why didn’t you tell me in advance?"He wanted to touch her cheek, but suddenly remembered that he had just touched Yu Qinglu’s foot. His raised arm paused mid-air, then retracted.
His action was natural, but to Nan Wan, it seemed to change in meaning.
Very normal, after all, Miss Yu is watching...
"Aren’t you busy," she withdrew from the man’s profound yet unclear gaze, curved her lips into a smile, bypassed his tall and straight figure, and placed the thermal lunch box she held in one hand on the coffee table in front of the sofa, "Sorry, Secretary Tang wasn’t around, and I thought you were still in a meeting, so I didn’t knock."
Yu Qinglu collided with the man’s dark, brooding eyes, hurriedly shifting her gaze, and wiped the bottom of her eyes, explaining, "Miss Nan, don’t misunderstand. I just sprained my ankle, and President Mu was just helping me."
"A sprained ankle..." Nan Wan bent over, tidying the magazines on the coffee table, her voice as usual, "Do you need me to take a look? But it’s best to go to the hospital, just in case it triggers an old injury, which may be troublesome."
Yu Qinglu nodded, "Thank you, I’ll go to the hospital after work."
After saying that, she attempted to get up by supporting herself on the sofa but fell back several times due to the unbearable pain.
Her pretty face flashed between red and white, half embarrassment, half helplessness.
Mu Jin Huan seemed not to see the plea in Yu Qinglu’s eyes; his profound gaze was tightly locked on the back-facing Nan Wan, with an intensity that wouldn’t fade.
Walking to the desk, he wiped his hands with a disinfectant wipe, then picked up the phone and dialed an extension, "Come to my office."
Receiving the order, Liu An quickly rushed to the president’s office, and sensed the unusual atmosphere as soon as he entered.
No matter how cold it was, this office never turned on the heater, he was used to it for quite some time, but today seemed especially cold.
He couldn’t help but shiver, quickly glancing at the two people by the coffee table, then lower his head with extreme respect, "President Mu..."
"Take Miss Yu to the hospital," his indifferent voice interrupted him.
Liu An dared not hesitate, quickly responding, "Okay."
Miss Yu...
Is there any more detached address?
Yu Qinglu sneered inwardly, letting Liu An support her arm, limping out of the office.
The door was closed.
Nan Wan opened the lunch box, which had five layers, two meat dishes, one vegetable, one soup, and one main course.
After setting everything on the now tidy coffee table, she looked up at the man and smiled, "I made it myself, eat it while it’s hot."
Mu Jin Huan sat down beside the woman, not taking the chopsticks she handed over but wrapping his arm around her waist, explaining in a low voice, "The recruitment is handled by the HR department, I didn’t know she came to the Mu Family."
"I didn’t say anything," Nan Wan seemingly unconcerned, smiled, unobtrusively pulling out of the man’s embrace, naturally changing the topic, "I haven’t cooked for a long time, try it first. If it’s too hard to eat, let Secretary Tang order you another takeaway."
Being as perceptive as Mu Jin Huan, he could capture her detachment even if it was well hidden.
His gaze grew deeper.
After half a minute of silence, he took the chopsticks from her hand but didn’t start eating, asking her instead, "What’s the matter?"
This is her first time coming to the office with a home-cooked lunch.
Seeing through her intention, Nan Wan didn’t hide it either, turning to look at him with a hint of slyness in her eyes, "One cannot easily refuse a favor when receiving homemade food, I’d feel bad asking you for something without letting you eat."
The gentler her smile was, the more hidden his emotions became.
Placing the chopsticks on top of the bowl, he pulled her back into his arms, kissing her on the forehead, his voice low and steady, "My hands weren’t very clean just now, don’t overthink."
Although Nan Wan didn’t see him using the disinfectant wipes, she could smell the stronger than usual mint scent on the man, especially the coarse large hand resting on her face.
"I’m a bit cold, could you turn on the heater?"
Mu Jin Huan was long used to such a working environment, and from the moment Nan Wan entered, all his attention had been on her, leaving no spare thought for anything else.
Hearing this, he went to hold her hand — it was ice cold.
His eyes darkened, he got up to find the rarely-used remote control, and turned on the heater.
Then, returning to the sofa, he placed her cold hand inside his suit jacket without delay.
He never wore sweaters, only a shirt separated Nan Wan’s palm from his warm skin; warmth gradually spread into her hand.
Being pressed intimately to him because of this action, she instinctively wanted to pull away, but the man firmly kept her still, whispering in her ear, "Tell me in advance next time, I’ll turn on the heater for you earlier."
"Mm," Nan Wan quietly responded, "It’ll be warm soon, you should eat first, if it gets cold, I’ve cooked it for nothing."
Mu Jin Huan remained motionless until Nan Wan’s hand warmed, then he let her go, his gaze landing on the meal on the coffee table, which was no longer steaming, clearly prepared to his preference.
Nan Wan leaned forward just a bit, ready to clear away the food, "If it’s cold, don’t eat it, it’s not good for your stomach, just order takeaway."
"It’s still warm, it’s fine," Mu Jin Huan stopped her, took two sips of soup, and asked, "Have you eaten?"
Since he said that, Nan Wan didn’t insist, she leaned back on the sofa, casually flipping through a magazine, "Mm, I had lunch with Aunt Zhou before she went back to her hometown."
In the end, there was hardly any food left in the lunch box.
When Secretary Tang brought in coffee, she deliberately glanced around, trying to see which restaurant’s chef was so brilliant.
She had to know, every time she painstakingly ordered dishes made by a Michelin five-star chef, President Mu would only eat half at most.
Yet she couldn’t gather any information.
After drinking half a cup of coffee, Mu Jin Huan hugged the woman’s shoulder, slowly asking, "Did your sister-in-law fail to hire the Chinese-American doctor from the United States?"
He could guess; it didn’t surprise Nan Wan, she flipped through the last page of the magazine on her lap, then put it aside.
"Yes," she raised her head to look at the man’s sharply defined handsome face, softly smiling, "Her little arm can’t twist the big thigh of Ye Junyan, so she wanted to ask Mr. Mu for a favor."
Mu Jin Huan’s rough finger pad slowly stroked the woman’s chin, the black eyes caught an enigmatic smile, "Mr. Mu?"
Nan Wan didn’t react for a moment.
Seeing the woman’s puzzled expression, Mu Jin Huan slowly laughed twice, and then... lowered his head.
"Hiss!" At the moment the man bit down, Nan Wan gasped in pain, instinctively trying to push him away, but he clasped her wrist, twisting it behind her back.
Though the force was not heavy, it was extremely skillful, she couldn’t break free, "...It hurts."
Half a minute later, Mu Jin Huan released the hold on her wrist, and also let go of her delicate chin.
Peering at the row of teeth marks, a sense of satisfaction arose, yet his voice was calm and unwavering, "Without pain, there’s no memory."
Though Nan Wan couldn’t see it, she could feel it clearly; but with her temper, even if furious, she would only show the mildest expression.
A pair of clear eyes didn’t even glower, just slightly cold in the brows, "If you don’t want to help, I’ll just ask someone else. Why bite me inexplicably?"
"Ask someone else..." Mu Jin Huan chewed over these three words, the smile in his black eyes fading, gradually transforming into a deep, icy cold well, "Who are you going to ask, Sheng Boyan?"