novelraw Chapter 345 - 184. Mrs. Mu, how long do you plan to leave me hanging, huh?
Chapter 345 - 184. Mrs. Mu, how long do you plan to leave me hanging, huh?
The woman’s tone wasn’t friendly, but Mu Jin Huan wasn’t angry either. He directly took her into the bedroom.After taking a nightgown out of the wardrobe, he turned to her and said, "When you get the divorce certificate, then you can make this request to me again."
Maybe in the next lifetime.
"What do you mean by that? Looking down on me?" Nan Wan frowned, not very pleased. "I couldn’t deal with you before, but it’s different now. If I can’t find a lawyer, my brother can."
After saying that, she felt awkward, knowing that following him back here made any pretense unconvincing.
Mu Jin Huan took her hand, putting the nightgown in her arms with a deep, indulgent smile hidden in his dark eyes.
His thin lips parted slightly, "Hmm, I’ll be waiting."
When pushed into the bathroom, Nan Wan’s rationality hadn’t yet returned. Holding the nightgown, she blankly watched the man adjust the water temperature by the shower.
The hand covered by the nightgown unconsciously touched her belly. Even through her shirt and coat, she seemed to feel the slowly growing baby within.
If he knew, would he be happy...
The sound of water pattered in her ears, making her body’s reaction even stronger. Mu Jin Huan closed his eyes helplessly, picked up a robe, and went to the guest room to take a shower.
As he walked out of the bedroom, the phone in his pocket vibrated—it was a call from Liu An.
Mu Jin Huan, taking long strides, entered the guest room and closed the door before answering.
"President Mu, I got the results. Should I deliver them to your home now, or bring them to the company tomorrow?"
To keep things discreet, Liu An retrieved the results from the hospital at night, sealed in an envelope, handled by only him.
The car was very secure, so he immediately called to inform President Mu.
The moment Mu Jin Huan took out his phone, his usual aloof and indifferent demeanor returned. His eyes calm, he said slowly, "Keep them with you for now. In three days, deliver them to Nan Ze."
Why wait three days?
Of course, Liu An didn’t have the courage to ask this aloud and respectfully replied, "Understood, President Mu, I got it."
Mu Jin Huan hung up the phone, casually tossing it to the foot of the bed, and walked into the bathroom.
Each step in reeling them in couldn’t go wrong. With Nan Ze’s current physical condition unable to do much, the Nan Family was still in Nan Huaiyu’s hands.
It was still that one word: wait.
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Nan Wan didn’t wash her hair, taking only fifteen minutes to come downstairs, not seeing any sign of the man in the living room or dining room.
Normally, men bathe much faster than women, yet he was slower today. Was he... doing something?
Aunt Zhou, hearing footsteps, walked out of the kitchen and asked, "Madam, can I serve the dishes now?"
Nan Wan’s mind was still filled with those lewd thoughts, her flushed ears heated again. Having just bathed, her body was already flushed from the steam, hiding any abnormality.
She pulled out a chair, sat down awkwardly, and took a sip of milk from the table, muttering softly, "Yes."
Aunt Zhou nodded, returned to the kitchen, and brought out the prepared dishes, serving two bowls of rice.
The table was filled with bland vegetarian dishes, even the soup was vegetable, so Nan Wan didn’t feel any discomfort or nausea.
Barton hadn’t seen Nan Wan for a long time, constantly circling her feet, his fur brushing her ankles, tickling her and making her laugh.
Mu Jin Huan saw this scene when he came downstairs.
Having just bathed, the woman sat lazily in the chair, leaning back leisurely, her long hair tied up revealing her slender neck, forming a beautiful curve because of her bowed head, with stray hairs outlining her face more delicately.
The silk nightgown’s collar hung halfway off her shoulder, exposing large areas of snow-white skin. Her fair fingers casually stroked the big golden retriever’s head, a faint smile on her lips.
A beauty and a pet, pleasing to the eye, making it hard to look away.
The previously suppressed desire silently resurfaced. Mu Jin Huan found it hard not to suspect that this woman was deliberately seducing him. He closed his eyes to dispel those dreamy images.
With long strides, he headed to the dining room.
Hearing the footsteps, Nan Wan raised her head, the smile in her eyes still lingering, her arched eyebrows appearing gentle, "Mr. Mu, are you planning to starve me?"
Even though she was complaining, her voice was soft with no aggression.
Mu Jin Huan sat across from her, having shed his suit, he now wore a bathrobe, his short hair still slightly damp, giving him a more casual appearance.
With a gentle gaze, his voice was low and warm, "How could I bear to starve you?"
She expected him to retort in the same tone but was surprised by such a response.
A mature man of his age had a big difference compared to a youthful boy like Sheng. He was no longer at the age to naturally toss out sweet words, so when he did say them, it was irresistibly moving.
Her heartbeat seemed to skip a beat, and Nan Wan felt like she was falling into a deep, bottomless pool, dazed for quite a while before regaining her senses.
Pretending not to have heard anything, she picked up her chopsticks and started eating.
Mu Jin Huan raised an eyebrow, his gaze fixed on the woman’s slightly flushed cheeks, a subtle curve at the corners of his lips seeming both there and not there.
In these two months, the villa had been dreadfully empty, nothing more than a shell, lacking any sign of life, or any extra sounds.
He would stay late at the company before coming back here just to sleep, and the next day it would be the same.
A place without her could no longer be called home.
After a few minutes of eating, Nan Wan couldn’t help but tentatively ask, "Have you been hanging out with Huo Yihan every day lately?"
Otherwise, why did he seem like a completely different person...
Mu Jin Huan swallowed his food and looked at her leisurely, saying, "Don’t worry, I won’t bend."
Nan Wan: ???
She had something to say but didn’t know if it was appropriate.
The broccoli between her chopsticks hesitated at her lips, neither eating nor putting it down, muttering, "That’s not what I meant."
See, see! Would Mr. Mu have talked like this before?
"The two companies have some collaborations lately, just occasional business talks," Mu Jin Huan’s expression remained unchanged, sipping his tea elegantly, "In my dreams and eyes, there’s only you. Where would I find the time to hang out with him?"
Nan Wan: "..."
This seduction technique really improves day by day. Admitting she’s no match, she decided to focus on her food instead.
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Mu Jin Huan was handling documents in the study, while Nan Wan curled up on the sofa in the bedroom watching a movie, Barton dozing by her feet.
The buzzing vibration of a phone shattered the peace. When Nan Wan saw the number flashing on the screen, her gentle eyes turned cold.
She waited until the call was about to end before answering it, immediately hearing the man’s sinister and evil voice, "Having a good mood today?"
With Nan Ze, who had been in a coma for a year, waking up, this news reached the media within five or six hours—it’s no surprise Nan Huaiyu knew about it.
Moreover, he planted spies in the hospital. Even if those doctors and nurses hadn’t leaked the news, he probably already knew.
To be able to hold out until now to disgust her, it couldn’t have been easy.
"Before your call, I was indeed quite happy."
Her tone was bland, indiscernible for any ’joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness’.
The office of the Nan Family’s president wasn’t lit, almost blending into the night outside the window.
Nan Huaiyu stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the vibrant city, this pondering look maintained for a whole three hours.
The corners of his eyes curved into a sharp arc, wickedly alluring as he asked slowly, "So, you care about nothing, continuing sweetly with a man at home?"
The movie on her tablet continued to play, the protagonist’s lines warm and touching.
Nan Wan’s delicate features remained calm to the extreme, her voice stable, "Are you twisted, having people follow me day and night?"
Hearing this, Nan Huaiyu wasn’t angry and replied, "You’re disobedient, I don’t trust you."
"Are you a cornered dog," Nan Wan took a deep breath, returned to watching the movie on the screen, and lightly chuckled, "Regretting not taking action earlier?"
"A little," Nan Huaiyu also laughed, "Actually, I didn’t expect that blank check to have any effect back then. As long as you called Mu Jin Huan, he could void the check."
Hearing this, Nan Wan sneered, "Do you think I would be stupid enough to be threatened by a check?"
Money is dead, people are alive.
"What check?"
A deep voice sounded in her ear, and Nan Wan instinctively looked toward the door.
Meeting their eyes, all her emotions were exposed in front of the man who had suddenly returned to the bedroom.