novelraw Chapter 359 - 188.
Chapter 359 - 188.
They detested each other, and making the other unhappy gave them joy.Every time, Nan Huaiyu found it especially amusing to see Nan Wan grow tense over a single comment he made, as if it became an addiction since high school to college.
Even after Nan Wan became immune, he still found pleasure in it.
Shen Zhimei had hinted more than once before, but she never speculated much about it. Now, looking back carefully, traces could be found.
People in the high society of Qing City knew well that Jiang Xiaoman came knocking on the door with a big belly, and it was an undeniable fact that Nan Chengzhi had an affair during his marriage.
When Jiang Xiaoman was young, she did have some charm, but how could Nan Chengzhi be so easily fooled...
Her mind was too cluttered, and Nan Wan took half an hour longer than usual to shower.
After drying her hair, he still hadn’t returned, so she left a bedside lamp on and went to bed.
...
Nan Wan was sleeping with her back to the door. Half awake, she vaguely sensed some soft rustling, and after who knows how long, her body was pulled into a slightly damp embrace.
Mu Jin Huan moved gently, and the little woman in his arms merely let out a faint moan, found a comfortable position in his embrace, and drifted off again.
His handsome face was gentle, and a pampering smile lifted the corners of his lips.
Then he began his ’revenge.’
Nan Wan’s eyes flew open suddenly; if it weren’t for the too-real warmth seeping through her nightgown, she might have thought she was dreaming.
In the dim light, the woman’s eyes still carried the dampness from the bathroom, a flush rising on her cheeks and gradually spreading to her collarbone, her black hair fanning out like seaweed.
Deliberately lowering his voice, rough and husky, "Fell asleep before I got back, need a lesson?"
It was only nine o’clock now, and according to her normal routine, she should still be watching a movie or reading medical literature in the study.
"Pregnant women are prone to drowsiness," Nan Wan pressed against the man’s large hand, blushing furiously as she warned in a low voice, "Take your hand away!"
Mu Jin Huan easily pulled the retreating woman into his arms, asking nonchalantly, "Why?"
Nan Wan bit her lip with her delicate white teeth, struggling to steady her nearly lost voice, glaring at him with a reddened face, "I can’t sleep."
At this moment, Mrs. Mu’s gaze held no lethality, instead adding more allure and charm to the faint beauty mark at the corner of her eye.
At first, Nan Wan gritted her teeth, playing dead, mentally reciting the list of patients she received this month.
But this man knew her too well, striking at her most sensitive spots every time, and if this continued, Nan Wan might be ruined.
Her fair fingers clutched at the man’s nightgown, burying her face in his chest, muffled as she pleaded, "President Mu...please spare me..."
This soft and near-teary look made Mu Jin Huan unable to resist wanting to tease her further, but he couldn’t yet.
The cold shower seemed to be ineffective.
His thin lips brushed against the little woman’s eardrum as he slowly asked, "Did you miss me?"
The man’s hot breath fell entirely against Nan Wan’s neck, as if deliberately challenging her nerves.
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Tonight was Mrs. Nan Jiang Xiaoman’s birthday party.
Lately, within the Nan Family, everyone from the deputy general manager to the cleaning staff speculated about when the fierce power struggle would ignite.
Chairman Nan Chengzhi hadn’t attended the company’s meetings for months. Although the current president, Nan Huaiyu, managed the entire company, the power of life and death still remained in the chairman’s hands.
Previously, the news of the former president of Nan Group, Nan Ze, waking from a coma caused by a car accident occupied major news headlines, and everyone was waiting for an imminent conflict.
However, more than a month had passed, and everything remained calm.
The onlookers all commented: I’ve finished a four-pound watermelon and cracked three large bags of sunflower seeds; if it doesn’t start soon, I’m logging off.
Jiang Xiaoman loved luxurious arrangements. The banquet hall was magnificent and splendid, with lights changing in layers, and a giant electronic screen displaying her old photos.
It was clear how much money Nan Chengzhi had spent, yet... it exuded tackiness at every turn.
Nan Chengzhi’s injured leg hadn’t healed yet, and he could only move around in a wheelchair. Jiang Xiaoman wore a black evening dress, finally finding the right makeup artist this time, with her makeup, hairstyle, and gown perfectly matching.asted worse than usual.