Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love

Chapter 292 - 165. Lu Li said at the award live broadcast scene,

The previously restless fans didn’t know when they stopped their chatter. The live broadcast venue, which could accommodate a thousand people, became quiet, and all eyes were focused on that spot on the stage.Lu Li pulled himself out of his world, a faint smile on his lips as he continued, "I think I’m not a qualified actor, so I’ve decided to leave this industry."

After so many years of acting, he was already very familiar with the camera. He raised his gaze, looking at the machine with the red light flashing, as if on the other side of the lens, everyone he had ever felt guilty towards was watching him.

"Wanwan is the most beautiful girl in the world; she’s kinder than anyone I’ve ever met."

"Now she has her own family, a husband who can enjoy the scenery with her, returning to a simple life."

"She was never part of this circle and has endured countless rumors and slander, which were all brought upon her by me. So, selfishly, I want to use my exit from the entertainment industry to stop people from disturbing her anymore."

...

The snow outside the window not only didn’t get smaller, but instead grew heavier, almost falling in entire sheets. The snow on the bare branches in the yard was nearly as thick as the length of an index finger.

Qingqing wanted to watch cartoons, so Mu Jinqian switched the channel. Aside from the chirping cartoon voiceovers on the TV, the atmosphere in the living room hadn’t changed.

The air carried a faint scent of tea. After serving the hosts, the servants gathered in the inner room to celebrate the New Year. Perhaps because they’d drunk, the usual oppression was gone, and from time to time, bursts of laughter passed through the door into the living room.

Mu Jinhuan and Mu Libei were playing a second game of chess. One was warm and loving, playing conservatively, while the other was silent and reserved, yet kept a tight grip on the opponent with every move.

Mu Jinqian watched from the side, occasionally unable to resist interjecting a few words, but Mu Libei always countered with, ’It’s a gentleman’s game not to speak.’

Mu Qingqing gave up on Lego, cuddled in Nan Wan’s arms watching cartoons. Without a mother, she clung to Nan Wan whenever near, wishing to stick close.

Every now and then, she’d want water or want apple slices, needing to be fed. She perfectly transformed into an indulged Little Princess.

Everything was as it was before.

The only difference was... Cheng Shihong’s gaze at Nan Wan seemed to hold layers of inexplicable depth.

After the second game ended, Mu Jinhuan glanced at his watch, got up, and said to Mu Libei, "It’s late. You should rest early. I’ll take Wanwan home first."

Upon hearing the words ’going home,’ Mu Qingqing immediately perked up, clinging tightly to Nan Wan and blinking at her biological father.

After receiving his daughter’s glance, Mu Jinqian immediately understood, put down his teacup, and said, "Driving in such heavy snow is dangerous. Since Mom and Dad are both staying up, why not stay a bit longer?"

Mu Libei, massaging his stiff neck, wanted the couple to stay longer. "We used to stay up all night on New Year’s Eve even when you were a kid."

Mu Jinhuan’s motion of buttoning his suit jacket paused for a second but quickly resumed without speaking.

Nearby, the helpful Qingqing’s voice chimed in, pure and innocent, "Yes, yes, the kindergarten teacher said that you can’t drive when the weather is bad, or you might die."

Though children speak without restraint, Nan Wan still covered the little powder puff’s mouth, feigning anger, "Which teacher talks like that?"

Qingqing reacted instantly, pushing away Nan Wan’s hand and quickly climbing up to hug her neck directly.

Seeing Mu Jinhuan approaching, she pitifully tried to charm him, "Uncle, don’t take Auntie away. I promise to always be good. Even if you don’t let me eat for three days, I won’t be angry with you."

"Your credibility with me is none," Mu Jinhuan said calmly. Worried the child might accidentally hurt Nan Wan, he frowned, pulled the cute act into his arms, serene in expression, but with warmth in his dark eyes, "Using words like ’die’—who taught you that?"

Qingqing’s tender skin brushed against Mu Jinhuan’s chin, where light stubble emerged, making her laugh uncontrollably with a strangely tickling sensation, falling into his arms.

Watching from the side, Nan Wan’s eyes were warm with a gentle smile.

He liked children, but since she was fished out of the river and hospitalized, he never mentioned children again...

Ever since the wedding, he stopped taking precautions. Though they were frequent, she never conceived. Does that mean... it’s her problem?

Qingqing laughed until she was completely exhausted, then candidly admitted, "No one taught me; I made it up myself."

Auntie carried the scent of mom; she really didn’t want Auntie to leave...

Mu Jinqian seized the opportunity to take his daughter into his arms, setting out on a plan to ’save the day’ looking distressed, asking, "Why is my precious one crying?"

Qingqing, quite the actress, quickly caught on to her father’s meaning.

Riding on the back of her earlier tears of laughter, she squeezed out two tears, pitifully pouting as if enduring great grievance.

Unfortunately, Nan Wan fell for this act.

She turned to look at the man beside her, asking somewhat awkwardly, "Why not, stay with her a bit longer?"

Mu Jinhuan’s gaze was serene, his voice even, "The doctor said you need to sleep early and shouldn’t stay up too late."

The meaning was clear.

"Stay the night. We’ve always kept your room as it was—only the bed is newly changed. Wanwan isn’t well; we’ll stay up, and you take her upstairs to rest,"

the words came from Cheng Shihong, who had been silent almost all evening.

She lowered her head slightly, looking at the tea in her hand that had turned cool. Nan Wan couldn’t see her gaze, but could hear the hint of tenderness and maternal kindness in her voice.

The high-and-mighty businesswoman Madam Mu called her... Wanwan?

Does this mean she accepts and acknowledges her...

The hand at her waist tightened slightly, but not enough to cause pain.

She turned to look at him, the man’s chiseled features showed no change, but there seemed to be something more in those deep, calm black eyes.

The increased grip seemed unconscious.

Aside from Qingqing, who continued acting, everyone seemed to understand what Cheng Shihong’s gesture meant, even the butler, who wasn’t part of the servants’ gathering, watched Mu Jinhuan, waiting for his response.

Mu Jinhuan remained silent for a long while before lightly responding with a single syllable, "Hmm."

Without direction, the butler promptly went upstairs to tidy up that bedroom.

Half an hour later, Qingqing had fallen asleep in Nan Wan’s arms. Mu Jinqian carefully took her, smiling as he whispered to Nan Wan, "Thank you for tonight. I’ll schedule fewer surgeries for you after the new year starts."

Though such words were just banter, Nan Wan, though not taking them seriously, played along, "Alright, Big Bro can’t go back on his word. I have a witness."

When she mentioned ’witness,’ she wrapped her arm around the man beside her, looking up and blinking at him.

Mu Jinhuan, in the past half hour, remained calm in demeanor, but his gaze always softened when looking at Nan Wan.

Softly speaking, his voice low, "I’ll remember it for you."

Mu Jinqian smiled, carrying his daughter upstairs.

Only four remained in the living room; no one spoke, and the atmosphere became much lighter.

Mu Libei put down his teacup and said, "Mu Huan, you should take Wanwan upstairs to rest."

Mu Jinhuan responded lightly as ever, holding Nan Wan’s hand. He stood up and walked upstairs with long strides.

Once the sound of footsteps faded, Mu Libei patted his wife’s hand, comforting her, "Don’t worry, take it slow."