novelraw Chapter 298 - 168. Give you 3 months to divorce Mu Jin Huan.
Chapter 298 - 168. Give you 3 months to divorce Mu Jin Huan.
The photo captured the tall man holding the beautiful, slender woman, walking into the same hotel room.Judging by the angle and clarity, it’s obvious the photo was taken secretly by an experienced hand, as the people in the photo are clearly identifiable.
It was posted twenty-seven minutes ago, already occupying the top spot on the trending list, with its popularity still rising.
The most liked and shared comment in the trending section reads:
Both Shen Zhimei and An City’s Ji Wanxia are classic beauties with an elegance reminiscent of the past, sharing a likeness between their brows. Everyone knows the relationship between Mu Jin Huan and his non-blood-related sister is exceedingly "intimate." Could it be that he married Nan Wan merely to conveniently rendezvous with his sister-in-law?
Qin Zhenzhen had been watching Nan Wan steadily, not blinking even once. The latter’s light eyebrows and eyes showed no fluctuation, calmly browsing through the trending list titles from top to bottom, unfazed.
As if she were watching the central news broadcast, not a scandalous rumor about her husband and sister-in-law.
Swallowing nervously, she cautiously spoke, "Doctor Nan, there are a lot of reporters outside. How about I bring your lunch to you?"
Nan Wan handed her the phone and smiled faintly, "Sure, I’m too lazy to move. Thank you for the trouble."
As if she hadn’t seen anything at all.
"Then Doctor Nan, wait for me half an hour. I’ll go to the restaurant closest to the hospital."
Just after Qin Zhenzhen finished speaking, there was the sound of knocking on the door. The person seemed to just intend to knock symbolically, as they turned the handle, ready to push open the door.
She thought it was those reporters from outside, and was grateful she’d locked the door when she came in.
Silently applauding her own quick thinking in her heart.
Nan Wan glanced at Qin Zhenzhen who wasn’t moving, and said calmly, "You can open the door. This is a hospital; reporters won’t come in."
"Oh, okay," Qin Zhenzhen replied, and quickly ran to the door and opened it. The person knocking was Mu Jinqian. She promptly greeted, "Director."
Mu Jinqian hurriedly responded with a "Hmm," then bypassed Qin Zhenzhen and strode to Nan Wan’s desk, handing over the still-connected phone, "Mu Huan’s call."
Without waiting for Nan Wan’s reaction, he directly pulled her hand, forcefully placing the phone in her palm.
Then he turned around, pushing the stunned Qin Zhenzhen out the door.
The office returned to silence, Nan Wan’s hand still suspended in mid-air, staring blankly at the phone screen.
It felt a bit strange — why not call her directly?
After a while, she finally brought the phone to her ear, and the person on the other end seemed to sense something.
She hadn’t spoken yet when the other party already said, "Why has it been off the whole time?"
"Really?" Nan Wan was surprised, pushing her office chair back with her toes, opening a drawer where the phone was indeed off. "It must have run out of battery."
No wonder he called Mu Jinqian.
Holding the phone between her shoulder and ear, she found the charger and plugged in her phone. Upon turning it on, the screen displayed forty-nine missed calls.
Thirty-two of which were from him.
"Did you see the news?"
It was still the familiar deep voice, but faintly seemed to carry a trace of complex care.
"Yes, I saw it," Nan Wan stood up, walked to the window, her fingertip touching the lilies sent by the florist, her delicate features soft, "I know it’s not true."
Indeed, for the onlooking crowd seeing those photos, it wasn’t surprising they would link them to some kind of salacious affair.
But the two people in the photos were Mu Jin Huan and Shen Zhimei. Even if they had entered a hotel room together, naked, she wouldn’t believe it.
Mu Jin Huan paused, seemingly not expecting her to tell him so affirmatively that she wasn’t misled by the speculative news.
In the short span of half an hour, the Mu Family’s stocks had plunged to stunning levels. With the top executives in the company giving him a hard time one after the other, he was able to remain composed and indifferent without any change in expression.
Yet, after hearing her voice, ripples began forming in the deep well of his heart.
After a moment, he slowly asked, "Do you believe me more, or your sister-in-law?"
What kind of a question is that...
Nan Wan looked at the bleak winter street scene outside the window, the corners of her lips curving up lightly, she stated unhurriedly, "Shen Zhimei’s heart belongs only to my brother. Even if she were drugged with aphrodisiacs, impossibly resisting desire, she’d rather die than do anything to betray my brother. As for you..."