Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love

Chapter 277 - 161. Mu Jin Huan kissed her in front of Sheng Boyan.

When Nan Wan’s family fell apart, she didn’t cry; when Jiang Xiaoman hit her where no one could see, she didn’t cry; when Nan Huaiyu incited the school thugs to lock her in the bathroom and played Japanese horror films outside the door all night, she didn’t cry...When she lost Lu Li, she didn’t cry; when Nan Ze was covered in blood and his breath was weak as he was pushed into the emergency room, she didn’t cry...

But now, just hearing two words, words she could hear almost every day, her tears rolled down one after another.

Her lips parted, but her throat seemed clogged, not a single syllable could come out.

Mu Jin Huan stood by the bedside, from his angle, he could almost see all of Nan Wan’s fragility and joy.

And... the floods of tears.

He had seen many women cry, but never had anyone cried like her, with each tear falling on his heart, hurting progressively more.

The hand hidden in his suit pants clenched tight, but in the end, he couldn’t resist and pulled her into his arms, his voice low and gentle, "Don’t cry."

Nan Wan was completely encircled in his embrace, tears just barely spilling over her eyes were absorbed into the expensive fabric of his suit.

In the quiet hospital room, repressed sobs gradually emerged, the choked voice breaking into fragments, "Mom recognized me... right?"

Mu Jin Huan gently patted the woman’s back, "Yes, I heard her say your name, she’s looking at you, turn around, and you can talk to her."

Although she got a definite answer, Nan Wan was still afraid it was just a dream, afraid that when she turned around, she wouldn’t see her clear-headed mother, but Du Ruo, a disoriented and haggard psychiatric patient.

However, the warmth coming from the man’s body holding her felt so real...

Du Ruo was still lying on the hospital bed, her hand’s position hadn’t changed, looking at Mu Jin Huan with a slight smile, "You are a child of the Mu Family, a friend of Xiaoze, I recognize you."

This time, Nan Wan heard it clearly.

This wasn’t a dream, it was reality.

Mu Jin Huan brought Nan Wan, who had stopped sobbing, out of his embrace, his arm supporting her waist, turned her around to face the direction of the bed.

With a respectful nod, "Mom, I am Wanwan’s husband, Mu Jin Huan."

Du Ruo’s clear eyes slowly fell back into bewilderment, murmuring to herself, "Is my daughter already married?"

For Nan Wan, even if her mother was clear-headed for just one second, it was a joyful blessing worth trading her life for.

She stepped out of the man’s arms, returned to the bedside, slowly crouched down, and took her mother’s hand, which was so thin it seemed to be just skin.

With wet eyes tinged red but smiling, she spoke softly, "Yes, I told you the last time I came to see you."

Suddenly, Du Ruo shrank her emaciated body back, the daze in her eyes replaced with panic and fear, her voice slightly trembling, "Who are you?"

Who are you...

The smile on Nan Wan’s face immediately froze, her hand pushed back stiff in the air, after what felt like a long time, she found her voice with difficulty, "Mom, I am Wanwan."

Du Ruo, with her eyes closed, tightly clenched that red string jade pendant, frantically waving it in front of her, voice shaking terribly, "Don’t come near me, I don’t know you, don’t come near..."

Nan Wan was directly pushed backward by Du Ruo’s hand on her shoulder, and just before she hit the floor, Mu Jin Huan quickly pulled her up.

The entire process took him less than a second.

Nan Wan had barely steadied herself before being swept up into his arms again, his deep voice sounding in her ear, "Let’s go out first."

After hearing the sounds from the room, the bodyguards outside had one of them find a doctor, and the other directly opened the door, "Mr. Mu, Mrs. Mu, sorry, please leave the room."

Mu Jin Huan swept a calm glance at the bodyguard with his dark eyes, and carried Nan Wan out of the room.

Nan Wan was placed to sit on the bench in the corridor, the man leaned over, cradling her face in his warm, dry palms, and left a gentle kiss on her forehead, "Did you hit your knee?"

It took Nan Wan a long time to pull herself out of the disappointment from falling from the clouds to the depths, managing a smile with difficulty, she softly replied, "I’m fine, go take your call."

His phone had been vibrating continuously.

Mu Jin Huan avoided the red mark on the woman’s face, with his thumb wiped away the tears in her eyes that hadn’t dried, his deep eyes were filled with a gentleness capable of drowning someone, "Give me two minutes, and we’ll go home."

Nan Wan nodded, "Okay."

After leaving Sheng’s hospital room, Sheng Boyan went back to the sanatorium, with the first order of business being to go to the eleventh floor.