novelraw Chapter 310 - 171. Mu Jin Huan, let’s get a divorce. _2
Chapter 310 - 171. Mu Jin Huan, let’s get a divorce. _2
He spoke slowly and deliberately, "Who was it that dragged you out when you drank yourself to death at Night Charm last time? Half a year ago, when you crashed someone else’s car, who was it that went and gave you money?"He paused for half a second, then continued.
"When you were going through life and death for Huo Yihan, who was it that drank with you? When you got into trouble at school, who was it that helped you clean up the mess?"
"Alright, alright! Sis, stop talking!" Xu Moyi scratched his head frantically.
Who hasn’t been stupid when they were young?
Sis, aren’t you ashamed to bring all those things up just because of such trivial matters? Don’t you feel a bit guilty?
Nan Wan looked at the endless night outside the floor-to-ceiling window, her expression calm and devoid of excess emotion, "Are you coming or not?"
Listen to that demanding tone!
Xu Moyi took a deep breath, calmed down, then took another deep breath and squeaked out one word, "... coming."
The person picking her up hadn’t arrived yet. After hanging up the phone, she stood at the company entrance and waited.
At ten in the evening, the city was still teeming with traffic, and the temperature was slightly cool after the thunderstorm.
The heavy rain had just stopped, and the air was filled with a refreshingly clean scent.
A gust of wind swept by, and Xu Moyi couldn’t help but shiver, pulling her arms closer as she craned her neck to look down the road.
The driver sneaked a glance at the rearview mirror and cautiously asked, "President Huo, should I go down and ask Miss Xu to come over?"
Huo Yihan looked at the silhouetted figure standing in the cold wind with her arms wrapped around herself, his gaze deep and lingering.
She had cut her hair short and was dressed in professional attire. When employees working overtime greeted her, she nodded and smiled politely in return.
Shed of flamboyance and immaturity, her entire presence exuded a mature aura.
It seemed that she had already bid farewell to the past.
Without permission, the driver dared not act recklessly, sitting quietly in the driver’s seat.
About five minutes later, a black Pagani pulled up in front of the Xu Family office building. Though not far away, the lighting was dim, and the driver could only make out the details roughly.
The man who got out of the Pagani walked up to Miss Xu, said something, then smiled and ruffled her hair, his gestures affectionate and indulgent.
Then, the man took off his suit jacket and draped it over Miss Xu, protecting her as they got into the car and left.
The black Pagani merged into traffic and disappeared from sight.
The driver glanced again at the rearview mirror, at his boss sitting expressionless in the back seat, as though he was suppressing something, but also as if it might just be discomfort from drinking.
With just one look, he didn’t dare to glance again.
Huo Yihan withdrew his gaze, his eyes lowered slightly, concealing his emotions flawlessly, and said two words blandly, "Drive on."
As his mind gradually became numbed by the alcohol, all the past he had ignored surged forth all at once, tearing at his heart.
"Huo Yihan, do you prefer long hair or short hair? I’m just asking casually since you’re a man, supposedly representing the tastes of most men, nothing else implied!"
"Huo Yihan, what kind of wife do you want in the future? I’m so pretty, would you really not consider me? Hahaha, even if you consider, it wouldn’t matter, I wouldn’t pick you!"
"Huo Yihan, what do you like about them anyway? All sweet on the surface, fierce like shrews behind the scenes; with your poor taste, shouldn’t you see a doctor?"
...
After putting down the phone, Nan Wan’s arm was suddenly grabbed forcefully. After a dizzying spin, she fell into the soft bedding behind her, and in the next second, a faint scent of mint enveloped her.
The dizzy feeling hadn’t yet faded, and her lips were seized by the man, giving her no time to react.
The man’s body was too heavy, rendering her unable to speak, only able to struggle intensely with her hands and feet.
Perhaps having never experienced such a situation, Mu Jin Huan paused for a second, then withdrew his lips and tongue, creating some distance, looking at the breathless, blush-cheeked woman.
Even in the past, if she was unwilling, she wouldn’t openly refuse.
She wasn’t herself...
Nan Wan’s hand remained against the man’s shoulder, a clear gesture of pushing him away.
He frowned, his gaze too sharp, as if he could pierce through her skin to see her truest thoughts.
Averting her eyes awkwardly, "I... I don’t feel very well."
Mu Jin Huan maintained a calm expression, his dark eyes mixed with an indiscernible emotion, and after gazing at her for half a minute, rolled off her.
He pulled the covers over her, drawing her close, and asked in a low voice, "Where do you feel unwell?"
A small nightlight was left on in the bedroom, and the soft glow seemed to soften the man’s stern features, more so than usual.