novelraw Chapter 351 - 186. I am thinking of you. _3
Chapter 351 - 186. I am thinking of you. _3
After a few seconds of silence, "But people die in prison every day, some are beaten to death, and some commit suicide, in the end, it all comes to nothing."He was never a good person.
The terminally ill woman slowly moved her eyelids, and when her vision was no longer so blurry, she began to seriously scrutinize the man who had suddenly appeared in the hospital room.
From his attire and demeanor, it was clear that he was either wealthy or noble.
His words, every single one, were gentle, yet the hidden threat and coercion still made her tremble.
She had to admit, he was very skilled at manipulating people’s hearts.
Her life was nearing its end, and the only things she couldn’t let go were her child and husband. "Sir, can I know who the person is to you?"
The attitude needed no further speculation.
Mu Jin Huan took a black card out of his suit pants pocket and placed it on the bedside cabinet, answering, "The patient whose heart matches yours is a famous teacher who has been teaching in a rural village for thirty years, quietly contributing much to society."
The sound of leather shoes on the floor was cut off by a closed door. The terminally ill woman slowly turned her head to look at the night outside the window, dark as black ink.
After a long time, her dry, chapped lips pulled out a faint smile.
Mercy and guilt both lose to greed.
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North Shore Villa.
Only Mu Jin Huan was in the foyer, it was already ten o’clock, and Aunt Zhou was somewhat worried about Mrs. Mu.
But upon sensing the unusually cold and stern aura emanating from the master, she asked nothing else, only, "Sir, you are back. Should I prepare dinner?"
"No need."
Mu Jin Huan’s voice was indifferent, and the emotions in his dark eyes were deeply hidden as he took long strides upstairs.
He didn’t go to the study but entered the bedroom.
He casually grabbed a pajama from the wardrobe, then took a cold shower for half an hour.
Only a small wall lamp was on in the room, its light covered only the nearby area, leaving the rest in darkness.
In the ashtray, cigarette butts were haphazardly strewn, and the air was thick with the smell of tobacco, overwhelming the aroma of the red wine.
Half a cigarette, half a glass of wine.
The vibration of the phone on the table broke the silence in the room. Mu Jin Huan was already tipsy, his eyes deeper than usual.
He waited a while before picking up the phone, and upon seeing the contact name on the screen, his thin lips slowly curved into a small smile, and much of the cold and distant air dissipated.
For so long, apart from the matter of divorce, it was the first time she called him.
The night here was a bit chilly, mosquitoes swarmed, only by continuously moving could Nan Wan avoid being bitten.
Her voice was warm and soft, "What are you doing?"
Mu Jin Huan extinguished the cigarette between his fingers. With the catalysis of alcohol and tobacco, his voice was raspy, "Thinking of you."
In a strange place, there always seemed to be some special effect.
An irresistible throbbing of the heart.
With just two words, Nan Wan’s heart seemed to skip a beat, and the smile between her brows perhaps she herself hadn’t noticed.
It wasn’t until the itchy and painful sensation on her neck that she moved her steps.
After a light cough, she pursed her lips and said quietly, "I just wanted to ask if Barton’s diarrhea has gotten better."
Mrs. Mu really knows how to find an excuse...
His headache was severe, and Mu Jin Huan closed his eyes, his long fingers slowly massaging his temples, "It’s so late, aren’t you going to sleep? Do you need a lesson?"
"I just got up to drink water out of thirst," Nan Wan sensed a touch of anomaly in the man, and tightened her grip on the phone, "What’s wrong with you? Are you okay?"
His voice seemed fine, the problem was with his emotions.
A few seconds later, the person on the other end of the line answered, "No, I’ve been working overtime, a bit tired."
The gentle smile on Wen Wan’s lips slowly faded, replaced by a vague worry. Follow current novels on novelhall.com
But all she said was, "Then go to bed early."
After ending the call, Nan Wan stood outside for a long time.
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Yesterday was a clear and bright day, but today it changed, the sky was overcast, seemingly brewing a heavy rain.
The village chief had set up a canopy on the relatively spacious playground, where most of the doctors were attending to the villagers queued there.
Fearing that the weather might stay like this for the next few days, the schedule was packed tightly with tasks.
In the evening, Nan Wan and Qin Zhenzhen went to the home of an eighty-year-old bedridden grandmother. There were no adults, only a six or seven-year-old girl with bright eyes accompanying the grandmother.
They had just opened the medicine box when a loud clap of thunder startled Qin Zhenzhen, making her exclaim in fright, but it amused the little girl.
Within less than half a minute, torrential rain poured down.
The roof began to leak, and it felt as if the rain was falling right on top, Qin Zhenzhen had a strong sense of safety and had already observed the situation around the earthen wall when they came in.
Unluckily, there was an earthen wall at the back of the house. Although smeared with cement, it was evidently a long time ago since it had been maintained. The elderly were weak, and the smart little girl couldn’t do such work either.
Fretting, her voice trembled as she asked, "This house... it won’t collapse, right?"
Upon receiving a calm look from Nan Wan, she quickly corrected herself, "Spit, spit, spit, I’m really a crow’s beak, grandma, little sister, don’t take it seriously!"