Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love

Chapter 300 - 168. Give you 3 months to divorce Mu Jin Huan. _3

He stopped two steps away, and Nan Wan could already smell the smoke, very strong, completely opposite to his gentle demeanor.In her memory, he rarely smoked.

"Senior Brother Sheng, are you waiting for me?"

Sheng Boyan looked at her gentle and delicate face, feeling as if there were waves rolling in his heart. In the end, he only said, "Yes, waiting for you."

Nan Wan raised her hand to tuck the wind-blown strands of hair behind her ear and smiled, "Why didn’t you call me? Is there something wrong?"

That Weibo post was deleted quickly, but people can’t stop talking. Even if he didn’t see it, he must have heard about it.

Sheng Boyan’s originally gentle voice had become a bit hoarse from smoking too long, "No problem, I just happened to pass by and saw your car still parked outside. Your husband’s not here, and working late isn’t very safe for going home."

Passing by, how could it be just passing by...

He said so, and Nan Wan listened, understanding that many things couldn’t be said out in the open.

As they walked side by side out of the hospital, Nan Wan casually asked, "How is Sheng?"

Speaking of Sheng Yichen, Sheng Boyan felt a bit helpless, "Every day he’s locked in a battle of wits and courage with his dad. Even with his arm in a sling, he’s not honest, often whistling at pretty nurses, and frequently sneaking out at night to meet little girlfriends."

That’s indeed Sheng’s style.

The night wind was a bit chilly, and Nan Wan wrapped her arms around herself, her gentle eyes filled with lament, "Being young is so great."

Her own youth was so far gone she couldn’t see it anymore; she never had that specific boldness and fervor of that age.

Sheng Boyan smiled but didn’t respond.

After walking out of the hospital door, Sheng Boyan stopped first and turned to ask Nan Wan, "Have you had dinner?"

Back in graduate school, she could stay in the lab from morning till night, often forgetting to eat.

Only when her stomach hurt would she promise to eat regularly afterward, but once she felt better, she’d forget all her previous vows.

"Of course I’ve eaten, I..." As Nan Wan looked up, the man leaning against the car came into view. Their eyes met, and her gentle expression suddenly turned cold, "Senior Brother, you should go first. I have something to deal with."

She only finished half her sentence and turned, Sheng Boyan looked at her face, which now lacked any warmth. A few seconds later, his gaze followed hers.

Huai Yu leaned against the hood of the silver sports car, his narrow black eyes half-squinted, watching the two at the hospital entrance with a seemingly amused expression.

Too many men who have their eyes on her, as numerous as flies.

It was both annoying and... stirred a strong desire to conquer and possess within him.

That gaze was too blatant, causing Sheng Boyan to frown as he withdrew his sight first, telling Nan Wan, "I really don’t have anything to do anyway. After your chat, I’ll take you home."

"I’m afraid it won’t be over soon," Nan Wan’s hand at her side tightened, her calm eyes regaining serenity, she turned to Sheng Boyan and smiled, "There are cameras at the hospital entrance, he won’t do anything to me."

Sheng Boyan knew he was always an outsider, having no right to interfere with the Nan Family’s internal matters, even if... he was very worried.

Not insisting further, "Keep your phone on, and text me once you’re home."

Nan Wan nodded, said, "Okay, drive carefully."

Sheng Boyan glanced mildly at Nan Huaiyu, who was ten meters away, then turned and walked to his car’s parked position.

He opened the car door, got in, started it, and left.

He had waited for her under the outpatient building for four hours and, in the end, he didn’t ask that one question: Are you all right?

...

"Was it you who did this?"

This was the first time in half a month Nan Huaiyu heard her voice.

Cold and without a trace of warmth.

Wanwan, this is just the appetizer... You’ve left me in the cold for so many years, this time, I’ll make sure to settle the score with interest.

His thin lips curved in a reckless and frivolous smile, "What if I say, yes it was?"

So it really was him.

Nan Wan looked at the ground, her exquisite brows and eyes were so indifferent they seemed to be able to condense water. She spoke slowly, "Yes, only you, such a scum, would stoop to such lowly means. Even thugs might disdain this."

Ye Junyan wouldn’t risk Zhi Mei’s reputation.

"Don’t stop, keep cursing." Nan Huaiyu wasn’t angry, the arc at the corner of his mouth was becoming more enchantingly evil, "The more relieved your cursing makes you, the more I want to do something."

When she liked Lu Li, she wasn’t this captivating...

Especially in this ice-cold demeanor, it made his heart itch.

Nan Wan considered such vile words as if she hadn’t heard them, slowly raising her head, her gaze not on him but falling into the endless night behind him.