novelraw Chapter 308 - 170. She greedily wanted to give herself one more day, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow she will let him go.
Chapter 308 - 170. She greedily wanted to give herself one more day, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow she will let him go.
When she looked up, the bitterness in her eyes was completely hidden, leaving no trace. She opened her umbrella and walked towards them.Two umbrellas, two worlds.
Mu Jin Huan pulled the woman clinging to his embrace out of his arms, wrapped his arm around her waist, and stood side by side.
His cold and sharp features exuded mature and steady charm. Looking at the equally excellent Sheng Boyan before him, he spoke in a calm voice, "Thank you, Doctor Sheng, for taking care of Wanwan for me. Let’s have a meal together another day to express my gratitude."
The act of holding Nan Wan was both intimate and a strong declaration of sovereignty.
"There will be opportunities," Sheng Boyan nodded with a gentle smile on his face, "I was delivering documents to the hospital across the street and happened to run into Nan Wan, who was also delivering documents. The rain was so sudden, and the restaurant was warmer, so we ended up having a meal together."
In a few words, it was all clearly explained.
Mu Jin Huan tightened his large hand on the woman’s waist, outwardly graceful as always, "Indeed, the weather’s been unpredictable lately, rainstorms hit without warning."
His dark eyes were calm and inscrutable, adding a profound aura.
Nan Wan understood the man’s intention and said, "Senior brother, be careful on your way. We’ll be leaving now."
Sheng Boyan looked at that face with a slight smile and pulled up the corner of his lips. That hint of reluctance was skillfully concealed, "Goodbye."
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In the car.
Nan Wan turned her head to look at the man beside her, deliberately asking with a bright smile, "Are you angry?"
He hadn’t said a single word since they got in the car, and his mood didn’t seem good.
Mu Jin Huan was steering the wheel, expressionless, and spoke coldly, "If Mrs. Mu were any stupider, I would surely die from rage."
He had hurried home, only to find that she wasn’t there, and to make it worse, she was with Sheng Boyan.
"How can a grown man be so petty?" Nan Wan laughed twice, lazily leaning against the seat, her right hand unconsciously caressing her still unfelt abdomen, "It was just a coincidence."
There was a small life connecting him and her inside her belly. If he knew, he would surely be happy...
He always said he wanted a child, whether a boy or a girl, he would love them.
God certainly knows how to play with people’s hearts...
Mu Jin Huan was steering the wheel, the expensive watch on his wrist peeking out from his sleeve with the movement, apart from his short hair being a bit damp, he still appeared distinguished.
He chuckled coldly, saying slowly, "Only five days apart and Mrs. Mu has improved her skills at turning things on me quite a bit."
It had taken immense patience not to go in there and drag her out, and he was the one being petty?
"I’m joking, don’t be mad," Nan Wan smiled, reaching over to playfully shake the hem of the man’s clothing.
Looking at his sharply defined side profile, she changed the subject to talk business, "Did you invite that Chinese doctor back?"
Her fair fingers pinched the black suit jacket, a gesture only a small woman would make, Mu Jin Huan looked down for a second, his heart softening greatly.
Yet still, he wore a poker face and coolly spat out two words, "Not saying."
Seeing this, Nan Wan withdrew her hand, letting out a low ’hum’.
It seemed more like a daughter’s sulky gesture than anger.
She spoke stiffly, "Oh, I’m not even mad about you and my sister-in-law generating gossip, and you’re giving me attitude?"
Whether she inadvertently broached a sensitive subject, or her tone was too harsh, after her words fell, the car was silent for quite a while.
It was like a pebble thrown into a deep pool, not only silent but also without creating any ripple.
The silence lasted so long she almost couldn’t resist being the first to seek reconciliation.
"He’s been invited back, currently staying at the hotel under the Mu Family’s name, the surgery is in a week."
After parking the car, Mu Jin Huan spoke indifferently.
Upon hearing this, Nan Wan’s lips curled into a smile, and as the man leaned over to help her with the seatbelt, she quickly kissed his cheek.
Then she pulled back into her seat and acted coldly, "Thank you, Mr. Mu... Oh."
Just as Nan Wan finished speaking, her lips were captured, enveloped by the familiar taste of Mu Jin Huan, tobacco mingled with his scent.
Mu Jin Huan’s kiss was not aggressive; rather, it was tender. He held the back of her head, pulling her closer.
It was an intensely lingering kiss.
When it ended, both were left breathless and hurried.
Mu Jin Huan pulled back slightly, their foreheads touching, the affection in his dark eyes almost overflowing, his voice husky and heated, "Have you missed me?"
The woman was doing her best to take small breaths, her almond eyes sparkling as if drops of rain had fallen into them.
At that moment, Mu Jin Huan merely thought it was post-intimacy shyness, never considering the wetness in those eyes was truly tears.
Nan Wan’s cheeks broke into a gentle smile, her answer seeming both real and fake.
"I missed you; I couldn’t focus on anything, lost my appetite, and woke up startled when I felt no one beside me, wishing you’d fly back from the United States and I’d see you when I opened my eyes."
She deliberately dragged out her tone, which sounded dismissive to Mu Jin Huan.
Those amorous thoughts vanished, and he chuckled, pinching her cheek lightly, "Let’s go home."
...
Aunt Zhou watched the couple walk in laughing and felt relieved.
"Sir, Ma’am, you’re back," she said, taking their bags and coats and hanging them on the rack, "Dinner will take another ten minutes."
She’d been worried the whole time, cooking absent-mindedly, slower than usual.
Nan Wan changed into slippers and smiled, "Don’t rush, Aunt Zhou, take your time. Mu Huan needs to go upstairs for a shower first."
Aunt Zhou nodded, "Alright, alright, I’ll make another soup then."
After heading upstairs, Mu Jin Huan went to shower, and Nan Wan found a charger for her phone, sitting on the sofa and returning Shen Zhimei’s call.
Shen Zhimei was with Xu Shuyu at a villa having dinner with Jiashu and knew Nan Wan wasn’t bothered by the news from two days ago, they chatted briefly before ending the call.
The sound of trickling water from the bathroom replaced the oppressive silence in the bedroom.
Nan Wan curled up on the sofa, bowing her head, staring blankly at her belly.
After a while, she used her palm to touch it, so overwhelmed by her imagination she felt she could sense the life within.
When Mu Jin Huan emerged from the bathroom, she was still in that state.
What are you daydreaming about...
Frowning without showing it, he stepped toward the sofa, covering the woman’s head with a towel draped over his shoulder.
Nan Wan was startled, her awareness instantly returning, filled with his scent.
Her vision plunged into darkness, instinctively wanting to remove the towel blocking her view.
However, as she lifted her arm, her wrist was caught by the man, confused, she spoke, "What are you doing, I can’t see."
The towel wasn’t large, Mu Jin Huan had casually tossed it, perfectly covering half her face, only revealing her mouth.
Speaking, her lips moved, as if a feather tickled her heart, itchy.
His eyes darkened significantly, the throbbing at his temple heightened, he leaned down to cup the woman’s face, kissing her firmly on the lips.
Removing the towel from her head, he pulled her up from the sofa, his voice deep and suggestive, "Come downstairs to eat with me, hmm?"
"Sure," Nan Wan smiled, slipping out of his embrace, "I didn’t eat much at the restaurant, I’m feeling hungry now."
Her actions were so natural that Mu Jin Huan didn’t give it much thought, raising his hand to tousle her long hair, "Let’s go."
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In the dining room.
Aunt Zhou placed the fish soup on the table, and as she uncovered the lid, Nan Wan ran to the bathroom clutching her mouth, retching at the sink.
She turned on the tap, the sound of her retching overshadowed by the ’rushing’ water.
Aunt Zhou froze, while Mu Jin Huan immediately reacted, striding quickly into the bathroom.