Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love

Chapter 309 - 171. Mu Jin Huan, let’s get a divorce.

Mu Jin Huan looked at the woman’s pale face, his sword-like eyebrows knitted, as he gently patted her back with a large hand. Only after she stopped retching did he speak, "Change clothes and let’s go to the hospital."Nan Wan rinsed her mouth with clean water, took the tissue he handed her to wipe off the water, turned off the tap, and slowly straightened up.

She smiled slightly, "It’s nothing, I’ve already seen a doctor. It’s just that my stomach hasn’t been well lately, and the smell of fish makes me feel a bit nauseous."

Mu Jin Huan’s frown deepened, the worry in his eyes unconcealed, his voice slightly heavy, "If you feel this bad and still say it’s nothing, then what counts as something?"

He was only away for five days, and she had turned herself into this...

"I’m not that fragile," Nan Wan tugged at the man’s clothes, looked up to meet his gaze, "I always have a few days like this when the seasons change; it’s not a big issue."

Mu Jin Huan’s thin lips pressed into a straight line, clearly not believing her.

"I’m a doctor myself, I wouldn’t joke about my health," Nan Wan patiently persuaded, seeing he was still unmoved, she raised three fingers, "I swear, I’m really not lying to you."

In the end, it was Mu Jin Huan who compromised.

He wrapped an arm around her waist and walked her out of the bathroom, still somewhat worried, "Has it been like this for the past few days?"

Aunt Zhou had already taken the fish soup back to the kitchen, but there was still a faint smell lingering in the dining room. Although Nan Wan still felt uncomfortable, she endured it without showing.

She took the tea Mu Jin Huan handed to her, drank two sips, and the fragrant tea aroma overwhelmed the fishy smell in her nose, improving her complexion considerably.

She answered softly, "Not really, just a bigger reaction tonight."

The past few days she felt a little uncomfortable smelling meat, but not as intense as just now. She didn’t know if it was psychological or...

It’s urging her to shatter this dream.

Mu Jin Huan had been picking up dishes for Nan Wan. Hearing her words, he slowly raised his eyes.

With a half smile, he gazed at the woman’s face, "I just got back, and you’ve become weak?"

Nan Wan blinked, following his words smoothly, "Hmm, isn’t it? It’s all your fault."

Mu Jin Huan chuckled softly, "Didn’t you say you were hungry?"

He picked some of each vegetable, and when he saw her bowl pile up like a small mountain, he leisurely said, "Look how skinny you’ve become. You can’t sleep until you finish eating all this."

Although it was a threat, it was wrapped in tenderness.

Nan Wan looked at the man’s face full of affection, the pain in her heart spreading inch by inch to the surrounding, not fatal, but unable to dissipate either.

This time, she didn’t say a word of objection, obediently picked up the chopsticks, lowered her head, and started eating.

Mu Jin Huan was a bit surprised, his dark eyes contemplating the woman’s small, palm-sized face thoughtfully.

After a while, Nan Wan looked up, meeting the man’s deep eyes, and asked puzzledly, "What’s the matter? Is there something on my face?"

As she spoke, her left hand unconsciously touched her chin, thinking he was staring at her because some rice grain was stuck there or something else.

"It’s nothing," Mu Jin Huan withdrew his gaze, his expression calm, without any hint of anything, "Eat."

...

After dinner, Mu Jin Huan was in the study replying to important emails, while Nan Wan, having finished her bath, leaned against the bedhead and dialed Xu Moyi’s number.

Xu Moyi stepped out of the elevator, rubbing her sore neck, feeling so exhausted that she could sleep for a million years if someone gave her a bed right there.

Her bag vibrated with her phone, she glanced at the screen and picked it up, "Sis, do you need something so late?"

The usually light and pleasant voice now seemed weary.

Nan Wan paused before asking, "Do you have a lot going on tomorrow?"

"It’s alright, I’ll be with Dad to meet some clients, and then I’ll go home. I’ve been sleeping only five hours a day for half a month now, if I don’t rest soon, I’ll probably drop dead."

Xu Moyi joined the Xu Family half a month ago and has been facing not colored pencils and watercolors anymore, but those headache-inducing numbers and unavoidable business dinners associated with her position.

"When you’re done, come to the North Shore Villa and take Barton to your place. Can you take care of him for a while, please?"

Xu Moyi stopped in her tracks, finding it odd, "Why?"

Hasn’t the Golden Retriever been doing well at that handsome guy’s house for so long?

Nan Wan closed the book in her hand, pulled open the covers, and sat on the bed’s edge before getting up.

She said faintly, "If you can do it, do it; if you can’t, then don’t. What’s the point of asking so many questions?"

Xu Moyi’s mouth twitched, "..."

Is this how you ask someone for a favor?

Nan Wan poured a glass of water, drank a few sips to moisten her throat, and walked back to the bed, sitting on the edge again.