Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love

Chapter 335 - 179. So eager, can’t wait to go back and warm the bed for the man? _2

Nan Huaiyu nodded politely, "Just in time, I have something urgent too, and I’m worried about leaving Wanwan alone here. I don’t feel safe for her to be by herself in this kind of place."Not only Su Zhengyu, but the onlookers were also a bit dumbfounded.

...

In the car.

Huo Yihan gripped the steering wheel and scolded unceremoniously, "You usually seem pretty smart, but in critical moments you’re dumber than a donkey. Did he threaten you with a knife or point a gun at you? Why did you just obediently follow him like that?"

Unable to reach Mu Jin Huan, Liu An was clever enough; otherwise, that pack of wolves could have devoured her alive tonight.

Since receiving Shen Zhimei’s call, Nan Wan’s rationality had been shattered, which is why she provoked Su Zhengyu in front of everyone.

If not for Huo Yihan arriving, she definitely wouldn’t have escaped so easily.

Nan Wan hung her head low, her long hair cascading and covering most of her face, her heart suspended, hands twisted together on her lap, her knuckles turning white.

[Life or death unknown.]

These four words spun around her mind like a curse, like a ringing in her ears, making her unable to hear anything.

The person in the passenger seat didn’t utter a sound, making Huo Yihan feel like he was punching cotton, unable to release even the slightest temper.

He silently cursed ’damn’ under his breath, softened his tone, "He’s not dead; he’s still breathing. No need to act like you’re at a funeral."

Nan Wan’s dazed gaze slowly cleared. She raised her hand to tuck her fallen hair behind her ear.

Maybe it was excessive tension or the mixed air of tobacco and alcohol from Night Charm Bar, her voice was a bit hoarse, "What happened?"

He was a good driver, and it wasn’t raining heavily, so why would he...

Huo Yihan glanced at Nan Wan and said indifferently, "Hit the guardrail. Maybe he went blind."

A pang struck Nan Wan’s heart; her white teeth bit into her lower lip, her face drained of color.

"I just don’t get it, can’t he live in peace, or what? All this torment, where’s your conscience?" Huo Yihan, without needing to be urged, naturally increased the car’s speed, "Don’t tell me you don’t like him. Even that lame excuse with Sheng Boyan, I don’t believe you think he’d buy it."

If she had any romantic feelings for Sheng Boyan, they would have been together long ago, leaving no room for the belated Mu Jin Huan.

One pretended not to understand, while the other pretended not to know that he understood.

Nan Wan’s tense body didn’t relax even a bit; she merely watched the street scenes quickly retreat past the car window, her emotions invisible to others.

After a long while, she slowly spoke, "What good is liking someone? Weak feelings are no match against reality."

Elder Brother had yet to wake up, Mom was still in the sanatorium, Nan Chengzhi could only move around in a wheelchair, and then there was Grandma and Jiashu.

All the so-called armor was, in fact, all vulnerabilities.

The car stopped at the hospital entrance, and Huo Yihan said, "Nan Wan, you need to try to trust Mu Huan. He’s more dependable than you think."

Nan Wan paused in unbuckling her seatbelt, said nothing, and got out of the car.

Huo Yihan took long strides at a leisurely pace, following behind Nan Wan. As soon as they walked into the hospital building, a nurse helpfully informed, "Doctor Nan, your husband is on the eighth floor, room 809."

Nan Wan hurriedly acknowledged, and while waiting for the elevator, she calmed herself down.

Behind her, Huo Yihan had his hands in his pockets, raising an eyebrow with a slight smile.

President Mu, I’ve let bygones be bygones to help you out, so now it all depends on your acting skills.

Shen Zhimei had distracted the doctor, and just as Nan Wan and Huo Yihan reached the ward door, she came out, pushing the door open.

Nan Wan stopped at the door and asked, "How is it?"

Shen Zhimei felt a little guilty, but she turned her guilt into restrained sorrow appropriately, stepping aside to make way, "Go in and see for yourself."

At this point, Nan Wan couldn’t think too much. Hearing Shen Zhimei’s words, her heartbeat seemed to skip a beat, taking several seconds before pushing the door open.

Huo Yihan leaned against the white wall, hands in pockets, and gave a slight smirk with his flirtatious eyes, "What did you say?"

Clicking his tongue, he continued, thinking others might believe President Mu was missing limbs.

When Nan Wan went in, Shen Zhimei had already closed the door behind her, and upon hearing Huo Yihan’s question, she nervously swallowed.

In a low voice, she uttered four words, "Life or death unknown."

Huo Yihan chuckled with admiration, "...A master indeed."

"When Mr. Mu was brought to the hospital, his shirt was covered in blood; any normal person would react like that, right?"

Shen Zhimei gave two dry laughs. When she made the call back then, hearing all that noise, she spoke reflexively without thinking.