novelraw Chapter 343: If you like her, you should marry her early.
Chapter 343: If you like her, you should marry her early.
Even though Xu Moyi was pretty thick-skinned, he could feel the not-so-light atmosphere in the hospital room. His eyes darted around at the people in the room.Pouting, he deliberately put on a hurt and angry look, "Third Brother, I just got here, and you’re already trying to kick me out?"
Oh dear, are they going to fight...
But then he thought again, the possibility was low. Even if Third Brother was angry, he couldn’t do anything to Mr. Mu given his current physical state.
Shen Zhimei chuckled and pinched Xu Moyi’s nose, her voice soft and pleasing, "You’re so noisy. If you keep at it for a few more minutes, our heads might explode." Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on N0velFire.ɴet
Conversations between men can’t continue with a woman present.
She regretted slipping her tongue earlier; Third Brother had just woken up and was probably already exhausted.
Their private space was invaded, and they barely exchanged a few words.
But it didn’t matter—tomorrow, the day after, and the day after that...he would be in front of her, whether before falling asleep at night or when she opened her eyes in the morning.
Just as Xu Moyi was about to swat away Shen Zhimei’s hand, he caught a glance from Nan Ze, which made him roll his eyes quietly.
Shen Zhimei pressed Xu Moyi’s shoulder, turning his body around, and smiled, "A particularly handsome colleague joined our department recently. His looks and physique surpass any entertainment star. How about I take you to see if he’s around?"
Xu Moyi walked forward under Shen Zhimei’s guidance and his eyes gleamed at her words.
"Great, great! Recently, all I’ve seen are nouveau riche with fat heads and ears or bald, low-EQ odd ones. I need to refresh my eyes. Do uniformed hunks have abs? Do they have phone numbers? Should I pretend to be sick or something...?"
The door closed, and the girl’s crisp voice was shut outside.
The air in the hospital room was silent; the other three’s expressions remained calm, except for Huo Yihan, whose face darkened as though the orange he was playing with was squeezed out of shape.
Abs?
Did she want to see up close, or was she planning to reach out and touch them?
Phone number?
Didn’t she have a so-called fiancé? How could she be so desperate?
Nan Wan’s slightly bowed face showed no change, but the unconscious clenching and unclenching of her left hand revealed her nervousness.
She pursed her lips and said softly, "Brother, it was my idea to get married—"
"Be good and wait for me outside," Mu Jinhuan interrupted her with a gentle, deep voice, clasping her slightly cold hand as though offering some security.
Nan Wan turned to look at him. His unfathomable black eyes were as calm as ever, yet held a trace of gentle affection.
Her anxious heart suddenly settled.
She nodded, pulled her hand back from the man’s palm, turned, and walked out of the hospital room.
...
The suitable intimacy and dependency between the two were entirely visible to Nan Ze. He cast a light glance at Mu Jinhuan, sitting on the bed, and broke the silence, "Explain?"
Mu Jinhuan’s eyes were calm, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows, and even as he drank tea, his movements were perfectly elegant and poised.
His thin lips parted slowly, "If not me, do you want the Su Family or some other wealthy heir to marry Wanwan?"
Without comparison, there is no harm.
Huo Yihan felt like applauding this gentleman.
"I’m not biased, but the number of wolves eyeing your sister is countless. But they don’t just fancy Doctor Nan; they want a slice of the Nan Family. Mu Huan is different; after all, marrying anyone is marrying, and it’s much reassuring to marry your brother whom you know inside out."
Finally, he raised his eyebrow at Nan Ze in the hospital bed.
Nan Ze responded with a wry smile, seemingly in agreement, "Makes sense."
Implications deep and complex.
Mr. Huo, of course, understood his meaning and uncharacteristically coughed twice, then shifted his gaze, playing with another orange.
"You returned to Qing City last October and received the marriage certificate with Wanwan after knowing her for over a month. The wedding was on December 13," Nan Ze stated blandly while looking at Mu Jinhuan, "I didn’t see when you developed feelings for my sister."
Love at first sight followed by a flash marriage—that’s not something these two would do.
Mu Jinhuan sipped his tea, his fingers slowly caressing the cup’s edge, the steam rising, "If you like someone, you should marry them soon. You were half-dead; I couldn’t notify you."
Hearing this, Nan Ze snorted twice.
Undeniably, without him, Wanwan would be nothing more than prey. Nan Chengzhi could sacrifice anything for profit; all he had to do was squeeze their mother, who was in the sanatorium, and Wanwan would be immobilized.
Not to mention, there was also Nan Huaiyu...
His mixed-race features were deep and stern, his voice steady and deep, "I don’t care on what basis your marriage started, but since you’re married to Wanwan, the muddy waters of the Nan Family can’t be cleared. If I find out you’re bullying her—"
Among others, only Sheng Boyan was trustworthy enough; the thirty-year-old relationship with Mu Jinhuan wasn’t the exception.
A man with a white moonlight in his heart, no matter how good, wasn’t the best choice for a husband.
"That won’t happen," Mu Jinhuan calmly said, raising his eyes to meet Nan Ze’s gaze, "If you sleep a few more days, she might divorce me."
Those arrangements were difficult to complete on his own.
...
Shen Zhimei indeed took the big baby to see the uniformed hunk, but Nan Wan wasn’t interested in such a scene, sitting alone in the corridor’s long bench, lost in thought.
Her head was bowed, her hands braced on her legs, her fringe-made silhouette more refined, her gaze on her toes lacking focus.
After so long, there wasn’t a single sound, which was really quite frustrating.
Mu Jinhuan and Huo Yihan exited the hospital room one after the other, Huo Yihan with his hands in his pockets, immediately rounding the corner into the elevator.
The sound of leather shoes on the floor brought Nan Wan back to her senses. She lifted her head, looking at the man standing before her.
Their eyes met, and in those deep black eyes, she couldn’t find any strange emotions. After a while, she quietly asked, "What did my brother say to you?"
"Nothing much, just chatted," Mu Jinhuan leaned down, cupped her face, and kissed her, eyes gentle, "Can we clock out?"
Such an answer, of course, Nan Wan did not believe.
Looking at his composed, handsome face, his pupils only reflected her image. It seemed she could rely on him for everything.
She nodded.
Mu Jinhuan curved a smile, bringing the person seated on the bench to her feet, "Then let’s go home."
Go home?
For two months, he still lived in the North Shore Villa, and she in her small apartment.
The word ’home’ had a somewhat vague meaning.
Noticing the woman’s gaze, Mu Jinhuan pressed the elevator button and then turned his head to look at her, his gaze affectionate, "Do you still need to think? Of course, it’s our home."