Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love

Chapter 299 - 168. Give you 3 months to divorce Mu Jin Huan. _2

She paused for a few seconds, the curve of her lips rising even more than before, "Well, it’s hard to say."If Nan Wan’s past girlhood was all about repression, then now she should have found all the playfulness she lacked.

Just for him alone.

Separated by thousands of miles, Mu Jin Huan seemed to see that gentle and serene face, and how captivating it was at this moment.

His slender and tall body stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, with New York’s warm sunlight streaming through the glass onto his deep and stern features, dispelling the hostility surrounding him.

His dark eyes lowered slightly, and he laughed quietly and slowly, "I too, would rather die than yield."

Nan Wan returned to sit in the chair, the smile in her eyes gradually fading, hiding worry beneath her calm demeanor.

This wasn’t a coincidence.

The day after he and Shen Zhimei went abroad, they were targeted. Even Gu Shaozhi and Ji Wanxia, far away in An City, were dragged into it. The other party was obviously well-prepared.

He wondered how much damage this explosive news would do to his company.

He asked softly, "What’s really going on?"

Mu Jin Huan’s slightly downcast dark eyes were like a deep pool filled with icy coldness, chilling to the bone, yet he remained outwardly calm.

He lit a cigarette, took a couple of drags, then began to answer, "Shen Zhimei was pushed forcefully while stepping off a staircase and accidentally sprained her ankle. Secretary Tang went to the pharmacy to buy medicine, so in the photo, it’s just me and her."

It was all an intricately designed trap.

Someone deliberately bumped into Shen Zhimei, knowing that Mu Jin Huan wouldn’t let her climb into the hotel. Either he would carry her in his arms or on his back, and they snapped pictures taken at the room entrance, enough to stir up a storm.

Nan Wan didn’t know if it was Nan Huaiyu or Ye Junyan, or someone else entirely. The attack from the shadows came unexpectedly.

She pursed her lips and said softly, "It’s quite a mess on Weibo, and your sister is also involved."

The arm holding Mu Jin Huan’s cigarette hung by his side, the blue-gray smoke curling past his defined fingers, sweeping up past his half-rolled sleeves, enveloping him in mystery.

"Don’t worry, I’ll take care of everything. Before I return, take leave and stay at home. If you’re bored, let Xu Moyi accompany you."

Ever since her false miscarriage, Nan Wan hadn’t been to work much, and if she took more leave, the hospital would surely have an opinion.

She was Mrs. Mu, but at the same time, she was also a doctor.

Though she thought this in her heart, she still agreed, "...Okay."

After the call ended, Nan Wan walked out of the office and returned the phone to Mu Jinqian, who was waiting outside.

Mu Jinqian took the phone and put it in the pocket of his white coat, glanced at her, and asked, "Did you clear everything up?"

"There was never a misunderstanding," Nan Wan shrugged, "My phone ran out of battery and turned off, I didn’t intentionally ignore the calls."

Mu Jinqian leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, and his calm gaze swept over Nan Wan from head to toe.

Then, he sneered, "I thought women in love generally had lower IQs. It seems my understanding is quite flawed."

Nan Wan turned a blind eye to his teasing, remaining polite and humble, displaying the demeanor of a proper subordinate, "Director, I’d like to request three days off."

Mu Jinqian didn’t need to think about whose idea this was, stood up straight, and emphatically said, "Approved."

When Qin Zhenzhen bought lunch and returned to the hospital, she found that the journalists who had been blocking the entrance were all gone.

With one hand, she took out her phone from her down jacket pocket, opened Weibo, and saw that Mu Jin Huan, Nan Wan, Nan Ze, Shen Zhimei, Ji Wanxia, Gu Shaozhi, Lu Li—these names were no longer on the trending list.

The Weibo post that ignited public opinion had been deleted, the blogger’s account deregistered, and all the photos disappeared, leaving not a single discussion about the incident.

It was as if nothing ever happened.

Tsk tsk, Mr. Mu’s speed was truly impressive!

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At nine-thirty in the evening, the night was deep and heavy, as if thick ink was smeared across the sky, with not a single starlight visible.

After walking out of the hospital outpatient building, Nan Wan saw Sheng Boyan standing by the streetlamp from afar, cigarette butts scattered messily at his feet.

He must have been waiting a long time.

Sheng Boyan sensed the gaze upon him and lifted his eyes, seeing the person he had waited four hours for entering his view.

The bright lights of the outpatient building shone behind her, she stood in the entrance, looking at him against the light.

With gentle warmth building in his elegant eyebrows, he extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand and walked toward her, step by step.