Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love

Chapter 344 - 183. Kiss anytime, anywhere you want.

The elevator doors opened, revealing Shen Zhimei and Xu Moyi standing inside.The latter was glued to her phone, blissfully unaware of who stood outside. Shen Zhimei stepped out, smiling gently, and said to Mu Jin Huan, "Wanwan hasn’t eaten yet. Take her to eat something light, or it might be better to eat at home."

Mu Jin Huan wrapped his arm around the woman’s waist and replied with a soft, "Mm."

Shen Zhimei looked at Mrs. Mu, who had her head down and seemed unhappy, and spoke bluntly, "Don’t bother coming over tomorrow. You’re an eyesore."

Though the words were harsh, the underlying meaning wasn’t hard to grasp.

She likely had a lot to discuss with Third Brother. Nan Wan didn’t plan on becoming a third wheel, knowing that once Third Brother wakes up, she wouldn’t have to worry about anything.

"...Oh."

"Drive safely. I won’t be seeing you two off," Shen Zhimei said, then turned and walked toward the ward.

It was only then that Xu Moyi noticed Nan Wan and Mu Jin Huan. She put her phone away and grinned, "Sis, Brother-in-law, where are you two going to eat? Take me too! I didn’t eat enough for lunch, and I feel like I could devour an entire cow right now."

Before she could get too close to Nan Wan, Mu Jin Huan reached out and moved her to the side, his voice low and indifferent, "We’re going home. You go with Yihan."

Xu Moyi pouted, "Stingy... "

Hmph! Who wants to eat with Huo Yihan? She’d rather starve.

Now it’s like this: Shen Zhimei has Third Brother, her sister has Mr. Mu, and no matter where she goes, she’s the extra; everyone despises her.

Heartless, ugh!

The elevator reached the first floor, and Xu Moyi strode out first, her face puffed with anger, stomping her steps.

Nan Wan and Mu Jin Huan calmly walked behind her.

When Xu Moyi passed by Huo Yihan, she didn’t spare him a glance, heading straight to her car. It was already eight in the evening, and she was too tired to search for a restaurant, deciding instead to go home, wash up, and sleep.

Huo Yihan felt puzzled, "What’s gotten into her?"

The night stretched on, the temperature at this time of year was quite pleasant.

Mu Jin Huan opened the passenger door for Nan Wan, then shot a calm glance at Huo Yihan, "Why don’t you catch up and ask her yourself?"

That car had long merged into traffic, disappearing from sight. Huo Yihan retracted his gaze and glared coldly at him, "Do I have so much free time?"

Why was her temper getting worse by the day? She wasn’t this irritable before...

Could it be that time of the month, so her mood’s unpredictable?

Mu Jin Huan walked around to the front of the car and gave him a light kick, saying, "Go do whatever you should be doing; don’t block my way."

Huo Yihan’s gaze swept to the car where Nan Wan sat, filled with meaning.

Taking long strides, he headed to where he parked, throwing back, "Scram, scram; if you have the guts, don’t come looking for me tomorrow."

...

In the car, Nan Wan listened as the man beside her called Aunt Zhou to prepare dinner.

She couldn’t help but glance his way. From this angle, his deep-set features seemed rather cool and stern. Perhaps it had been too long since she’d looked at him so freely and casually, but in that moment, she was struck by a surreal sense of feeling like a lifetime had passed.

Mu Jin Huan ended the call, and while driving, reached over to gently hold her hand, his voice low and warm, "What are you looking at?"

Knowing fully well she was looking at him, he still wanted to hear her say it.

"Nothing," Nan Wan deflected, withdrawing her gaze to the passing night view outside the window. Her voice was soft and clear, "Didn’t you say Aunt Zhou went back to the Mu Family?"

That time she’d been tricked into going over, and the villa had been empty.

Mu Jin Huan turned the steering wheel, the neon lights casting shadows on his face, deepening his features, his voice low and magnetic, "You’re back, so someone needs to take care of you."

Hearing this, Nan Wan smiled, her features gentle and captivating, "We’re in the process of a divorce agreement. When did I say I was going back with you?"

Mr. Mu was certainly confident.

Indeed, Third Brother had woken up, but after such a long coma, his body wouldn’t recover in just a day or two. Although Nan Huaiyu would start to be wary, the oath she took wouldn’t change because of it.

What should she do...

Mu Jin Huan’s expression didn’t change, but his lips curved into a faint, almost invisible smile, "If you weren’t coming back with me, why get in my car?"

"You forced me in here. I didn’t do it willingly," Nan Wan leaned back in the seat, undoing her low ponytail, fingers lazily combing through her hair.

Her eyes were curved, her smile faint.

Mu Jin Huan raised an eyebrow, leisurely saying, "If I told you to sit, you’d listen so obediently?"

If she truly didn’t want to, she might have tried jumping out of the car already.

Nan Wan gathered her hair to one side, stretching lazily, "In a good mood today, don’t want to argue with you."

Mu Jin Huan glanced at the lazy woman beside him, a low chuckle rumbled from his throat, "Then keep being this good."

"You’re dreaming..."

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Upon hearing the door open, Aunt Zhou wiped her hands dry on her apron and rushed to the entrance, a loving smile on her face.

"Sir, Ma’am, you’re back. Dinner is ready. Should I serve it now?"

They hadn’t been gone long, and everything here was familiar to her, including the couple in front of her.

Mu Jin Huan bent down to fetch the slippers, placing them at her feet, asking warmly, "Do you want to eat first or take a bath?"

Nan Wan changed into the slippers, handing her bag to Aunt Zhou. Having done it many times before, it was a natural gesture.

"I’ll take a bath first. I smell of disinfectant."

Under the amber light, her expression of distaste at herself was vivid. Mu Jin Huan gazed intently at her face, as if he had waited a long time for this moment.

Then, he told Aunt Zhou, "In half an hour, warm a glass of milk for Ma’am."

Aunt Zhou nodded, "Alright, alright. I’ll also make two more dishes."

When she received the call from him, it was already dark. She rushed from the Mu Family villa, went to the supermarket to buy groceries, and cooked, so time was tight, and she only prepared four dishes.

Nan Wan thanked her politely, "Thank you, Aunt Zhou."

Mu Jin Huan bowed his head, not hesitating to kiss the corner of her lips right in front of Aunt Zhou, then wrapped his arm around her waist to guide her upstairs before she could react.

Aunt Zhou’s face and heart were filled with joy. Worried Ma’am might feel awkward, she pretended not to see it, hanging up the bag and then headed into the kitchen.

Nan Wan didn’t struggle much but had small movements nonetheless.

Her ear tips were a bit warm, and she elbowed the man’s lean waist, speaking with annoyance, "Can’t you be a bit more mindful?"

What was with him now?

Anytime the mood hit, regardless of who was present, he acted as if they didn’t exist and kissed whenever he wanted.

Was this how one behaved during a divorce agreement period?