Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love

Chapter 282 - 162. Yu Qinglu asked, ’Mu Huan, have you fallen in love with her?

Every word turned into a sharp sword, piercing her skin and stabbing directly into her flesh, exposing bare bones.This invisible pain almost took her life.

Her slender body seemed to be standing in a fierce storm, teetering on the verge of collapse.

Her lips opened and closed, trying several times before she made a sound, "Mu Huan, have you fallen in love with her?"

Mu Jin Huan simply said, "She is my wife."

Yu Qinglu acted as if she hadn’t heard, asking again, "Have you fallen in love with her?"

Her voice was hoarse, as if it was squeezed forcefully from her throat.

Mu Jin Huan’s dark eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze falling on the wedding ring between his fingers, as if contemplating an appropriate answer.

After a long while, he spoke in a low voice, "Before marrying her, I wanted the Mu Family; now, I only want her."

...

In front of the Mu Group Building, Yu Qinglu was wearing only office attire, without a coat or down jacket.

The cold wind was biting, but she felt none of it.

Her eyes were on the blank check in her hand, the three black characters at the signature line were steady, with no trace of hesitation.

The check was crumpled in her grip, and suddenly, Yu Qinglu laughed.

Liu An hesitated at the doorway for a full ten minutes before biting his lip and walking up to Yu Qinglu, his voice polite yet distant, "Miss Yu, President Mu instructed me to take you home."

Yu Qinglu didn’t look at him and said flatly, "I have nothing to do with the ’President Mu’ you mentioned. I can take a taxi wherever I want to go without your help."

Liu An remained expressionless, "Then please take care."

After a polite nod, he returned to the Mu Group’s office building.

Yu Qinglu let out a cold laugh, put the check into her pocket, and walked to the roadside to hail a cab.

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Qin Zhenzhen returned to school with the other interns, and Nan Wan’s office became much quieter than before. Suddenly, with no one around to ask questions non-stop, she found it a bit hard to adjust.

Habits, they are truly frightening things.

Just like before, the owner of the flower shop near the hospital delivered a bouquet of fresh lilies every morning.

But today, after delivering the flowers, the owner did not leave immediately. Instead, he apologized to Nan Wan, "Doctor Nan, I’m sorry, but I need to go home and spend the New Year with my parents. I might not be able to bring you flowers for a month."

"It’s alright," Nan Wan placed the lilies on the windowsill, and the scent of the flowers covered some of the sterile smell in the office, "I’m starting my annual leave tomorrow, so you can start delivering them again when you get back."

Then she filled a cup with water and handed it to the flower shop owner.

The flower shop owner took it, thanked her, and smiled at Nan Wan, "Doctor Nan, you should be very happy."

It was quite sudden.

Nan Wan was a bit stunned, staring at him.

The flower shop owner smiled and slowly explained, "My store is small, selling ordinary flowers. The lilies I bring to you every day are the most precious variety, and your husband actually has them sent from elsewhere specifically for you."

Hearing this, Nan Wan looked at the flowers on the windowsill, and it felt like a candy was slowly melting in her heart, a sweet sensation.

Life doesn’t really have many ups and downs, but what fascinates people are often just small things.

The phone in her lab coat rang, snapping her out of her reverie. She quickly took out her phone and answered, "What is it?"

The response was an exaggerated voice, "Doctor Nan, help! I have a stomachache, and there’s a patient in the emergency room. Can you help me out?"

Nan Wan’s college classmate always sought Nan Wan’s help when in a hurry or being lazy.

"Alright," Nan Wan replied calmly. After hanging up, she turned to the flower shop owner and said, "I’m sorry, I need to go to the emergency room."

The flower shop owner tossed the disposable cup into the trash, stood up, and smiled gently, "Then Doctor Nan, you get busy. I won’t disturb you anymore."

Nan Wan stayed busy in the emergency room until noon, and after a hasty lunch, she began preparing for the afternoon surgery.

The chief surgeon was Mu Jinqian, and Nan Wan was his assistant.

While washing their hands, Mu Jinqian said, "Dad wants you and Mu Huan to spend Chinese New Year at the Mu Family home, to have a reunion dinner."

Nan Wan paused for a few seconds before continuing to wash the foam off her arms, "I’m not sure what he’s thinking, Director, you can give him a call when you have time."

It’s work time, so calling him ’Director’ wasn’t an issue.

"Playing dumb again," Mu Jinqian smiled helplessly, "if I’m asking you, don’t you understand what it means?"

Nan Wan remained expressionless, not even blinking.

What other meaning could there be...

It just means they want her to persuade Mu Jin Huan.

After rinsing off the foam, she began the second wash.

"Brother, you know the attitude of Mu Huan’s mother towards him better than I do. A reunion dinner should be joyous, and if we go, we’ll feel like outsiders at the table, and the atmosphere won’t be good."

Her voice was light, with little emotion.

After a minute of silence, she heard Mu Jinqian’s gentle voice in her ear, "Nan Wan, you and Mu Huan are of the same kind. What you long for deep down is exactly what he longs for."

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The surgery ended at four-thirty in the afternoon.

Nan Wan returned to her office, leaning back in her chair, massaging her temples with closed eyes. The light fragrance of lilies lingered in the air, easing some of her fatigue.

"Buzz... buzz... buzz..."

The vibration of the phone on the desk sounded, and Nan Wan, whose hand was still massaging her sore neck, reached for the phone and brought it to her face.

When she opened her eyes and saw the two words on the screen, the corners of her mouth slowly curled up.

Her previous note had only the word ’Mu.’ When was it changed to... husband?

It was evidently his doing.

Her fair fingers swiped to answer, placing the phone to her ear to hear the deep and pleasant voice, "Were you tired today?"

Nan Wan shifted in her seat, turning to face away from the door, with the bouquet of lilies less than two meters in front of her.

"Not too bad, not really tired."

The curve on her lips never faded, perhaps even she didn’t realize it.

The sky was gray, and the weather forecast said Qing City would see its second snow tonight.

Mu Jin Huan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his sharply defined features softened, "It’s Yihan’s birthday today. After work, I’ll pick you up at the hospital, and we’ll have dinner with him."

Hearing this, the smile on Nan Wan’s lips slowly faded. She paused before speaking, "Is it just us?"

Mu Jin Huan took a drag on his cigarette, exhaling the bluish-white smoke, and said, "I didn’t ask in detail. He booked a private room, there might be others."

Huo Yihan was, after all, his best brother, so Nan Wan didn’t refuse, "Alright, I got it."

...

The gray and gloomy sky persisted throughout the day, and around five o’clock, sparse snowflakes began to fall.

Nan Wan left work on time and saw Mu Jin Huan waiting by the car as she exited the hospital. Under the warm orange streetlight, his shadow on the ground was faint.

He seemed to have been waiting for a while, with snowflakes that hadn’t melted on his short hair and shoulders, forming visible patches of white five meters away.

Mu Jin Huan also saw Nan Wan, and before she got close, he crushed the cigarette butt in his hand, naturally wrapping his arms around her and lowering his head to kiss her lips without saying a single word.

"Hey, so many people are watching," Nan Wan’s hands, both held down by the man, couldn’t move. Startled, she leaned back, and her ears quickly turned red with heat.

It was after work hours, and his car was parked right at the hospital entrance, visible to everyone passing by.