novelraw Chapter 315 - 172. You were just a lifeline I clung to in desperate times. _3
Chapter 315 - 172. You were just a lifeline I clung to in desperate times. _3
The voice was indifferent, "But I don’t even need to check to know it’s definitely them."No one could threaten her.
Huo Yihan didn’t want to know how those two got together, crossing one leg over the other, he slowly said, "Although you can’t swallow the Nan Family whole, with a few more chews, you’ll manage to swallow it down. As for Qinglu, I have no say."
Wishful thinking isn’t considered an emotional debt, but Yu Qinglu’s fiancé entrusted her to him before he died, so he’s responsible, albeit reluctantly.
Life is something you can never repay; you can only try to compensate as much as possible.
After twelve o’clock, most of the diners in the restaurant had left.
Mu Jin Huan lit another cigarette, the nicotine helping him ignore the stomach pain; his dark eyes were shadowed but calm.
His voice was calmly stating, "Nan Huaiyu now holds the Nan Family, and the Nan Family is Wanwan’s mother’s family business, with half of Nan Ze’s efforts. To deal with Nan Huaiyu, we must start with the Nan Family."
Huo Yihan sneered.
He finally understood that President Mu considered everything based on whether it would harm Mrs. Mu.
Inside the Nan Family, it’s very complicated, like pulling one string and affecting the whole. Also, the Nan Family and Xu Family are interdependent, if one falls, the other won’t last long.
Xu Moyi...
As this name appeared in his mind, Huo Yihan’s mood suddenly became irritable.
Tilting his head back, his Adam’s apple moved as he downed the wine in his glass.
"If you don’t have a thorough plan, could I?"
Mu Jin Huan poured himself more wine, his voice calm and indifferent, "Wasn’t expecting you to."
Huo Yihan, "..."
So, you just wanted a drinking buddy, and wasted my time for a potential partnership?
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Nan Wan took a taxi back to her old apartment. It hadn’t been lived in for a long time, and as she opened the door, a damp smell hit her nose, very unpleasant.
She turned on the light; the scene before her was both familiar and strange.
She stood in the entryway for a moment before slowly walking inside. Though it was cold, she had to open the windows for ventilation.
A shower, blow-drying her hair, and changing the bed linens.
When she lay on the bed, her palm caressed her still-flat stomach. As soon as she closed her eyes, scenes of him being here flashed in her mind.
It was as if he was right beside her.
Last night she hadn’t slept a wink. She couldn’t continue like that. She had a child now and needed to eat well, sleep on time, and occasionally... just think of him.
Half awake, half asleep, the phone under her pillow startled Nan Wan. She sat up, leaving the light on, the brightness making her less afraid.
After a few seconds, she picked up the phone, recognizing the string of numbers on the screen.
It was Nan Huaiyu.
Answered it.
"Where are you?"
Nan Wan scratched her hair, leaned back against the headboard, and coolly replied, "If you’re not sleeping, does that mean I shouldn’t either?"
[Keep your phone reachable, no matter where you are when I want to see you, you have to appear in front of me.]
In the 36th-floor CEO’s office, only a desk lamp was on. Nan Huaiyu stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the bustling sleepless city.
The voice on the other end was hoarse, knowing he had woken her and thus softening his tone, "I didn’t mean for you to come see me, just wanted to hear your voice."
When Nan Wan is woken up, she normally has a bad temper. Her delicate brows furrowed, and her voice was devoid of warmth, "You’ve heard it now; can you hang up?"
She found it disgusting to listen even a second longer.
"Wanwan," Nan Huaiyu called her name, with his head lowered, his voice soft and eerie, "Do you know... why I waited till now to act?"
What else could it be?
"You’re stuck in hell and can’t stand others climbing out before you," Nan Wan sneered, "You saw Mu Huan curing me and want to drag me back down."
That’s human nature; when someone’s trapped in hell and sees someone escape, rather than plotting their escape, they drag them back down.
Come down, come down...
The woman’s soft voice resonated through the call, making Nan Huaiyu’s lips curl into a low chuckle, "You do know me well."
Nan Wan kept her head down, her long hair falling, her palm covering her cheek, her tone indifferent, "But unfortunately, I’m already out. You stay by yourself."
If not for the desk lamp on the table, Nan Huaiyu practically mingled with the night outside.
After a while, he finally said, "Go to sleep."
Nan Wan expressionlessly ended the call and lay back in her bedding.
However, she hadn’t even closed her eyes for half an hour before a knock sounded at the door.
At two in the morning, who else but Nan Huaiyu?
Nan Wan pulled the cover over her head, not intending to open the door. But the knocking grew steadily louder, with no concern for disturbing the neighbors.
Of course, someone like him wouldn’t care about others.
In a few minutes, the police would likely be called. Nan Wan had no choice but to open the door.
"Nan Huaiyu, are you..."
Before she could finish her sentence, a heavy body slumped against her shoulder. Luckily, he didn’t place his full weight on her; she staggered back a couple of steps but steadied herself.
The pungent scent of alcohol hit her nose, mixed with a faint minty fragrance.
It was a smell she was familiar with.
Rather than leaning on her, it was more like he was embracing her, his warm breath brushing her ear. Nan Wan froze for a while before lifting her hand to push him away.
However, the drunken man was beyond her strength to push away.
"Huo Yihan, are you ill?"
Huo Yihan squinted, used his fingers to dig at his ear, and unhurriedly explained, "Mu Huan got drunk; he kept calling your name, it annoyed me."
"You could take him home."
Seeing Nan Wan’s indifferent gaze, Huo Yihan shrugged, unfazed, saying, "I haven’t been to his place; don’t know the way."
"That really lowers your IQ," Nan Wan said coldly.
Almost suffocating from how he was holding her, worried about harming the child, she couldn’t push him away, so she mercilessly bit into his shoulder.
She heard the man grunt, and not only did he not release her, but he also hugged her tighter.
Nan Wan lost her patience, her voice icy, "Mu Jin Huan, let go. I know you’re not drunk."
Huo Yihan waved a finger in front of Nan Wan, "The bottle you opened during the farewell dinner, by the time I arrived, it was empty. Later, I ordered another bottle, and he drank more than half of it."
Pushing the two further in, he said before closing the door, "You’re not divorced yet; you are obliged to care for Mu Huan."
...
He was indeed drunk.
As Nan Wan dragged him into the room, sweat beaded on her forehead.
Usually calm and detached, his face now was unusually flushed, and his brow deeply furrowed, seeming very uncomfortable.
Nan Wan sat on the bed, her hand subconsciously reaching out, but just before touching the man’s face, she snapped back to her senses.
Averting her gaze, she stood up, intending to leave, but the next second, her wrist was caught, and before she could react, she was pulled onto the bed.
Startled, Nan Wan placed her hands on the man’s chest, her breathing becoming rapid.
Her voice was extremely cold, "Mu Jin Huan, we’re both adults. Do you find playing these games amusing?"
She knew he was just pretending!
Mu Jin Huan opened his eyes, his dark pupils heated with alcohol; instead of turning over to press on her, he held her waist to keep her from moving.
Looking into the woman’s face, his gaze deep and with a hint of a smile, his voice low and hoarse, "Wanwan, your lie this time is quite clumsy."
Hearing his words, Nan Wan stiffened for a second but quickly regained her composure, revealing no sign of it.
She pried at his hand on her waist, saying aloofly, "If you like it here, I’ll leave it to you. If you don’t leave, then I will."