Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love

Chapter 365 - 190. Nan Ze pushed the person into the bathroom, ’Let’s shower together.’ _2

After taking a bath, Jiashu refused to go to sleep and insisted on waiting for his dad to come back. Shen Zhimei was quite helpless, sitting at the bedside watching cartoons with him.But in fact, she wasn’t really watching what was playing on the tablet; her gaze lingered on her son’s small face, lost in thought.

During this year, her son became much more sensible and obedient than before, yet he turned especially sensitive. Anytime he came home and didn’t see Brother Three, he would ask every few minutes: When will Daddy be back? Has Daddy gone on a business trip again?

Jiashu was already starting to yawn, but he still tried hard to keep his eyes open, shaking Shen Zhimei’s arm with a soft voice. "Mom, this episode is over, can you help me put on a new one?"

Shen Zhimei snapped out of it, turned off the tablet, and placed it on the table beside her.

Then, she leaned down to plant a goodnight kiss on her son’s forehead, gently coaxing, "Daddy won’t be back for a while; you have school tomorrow, how about going to sleep first?"

"But..." Initially, Jiashu was unwilling, but upon hearing the sound of a car engine outside the window, his drowsy eyes suddenly lit up, "Mom, is Daddy back!?"

He quickly crawled out from under the covers and slipped off the bed before Shen Zhimei could react, his little legs pattering as he ran downstairs.

Nan Ze had just entered the door and at first glance saw Shen Zhimei leaning against the corner of the second-floor hallway, looking helpless. She pointed with her chin to the lump in the stairway, and he understood immediately what was going on.

He stretched his long legs and scooped up his barefoot son, "Next time if you don’t wear shoes, I’ll let the fiercest doctor give you an injection when you get sick, and crying won’t help."

Jiashu snorted disdainfully, puffing up in anger as he asked, "Daddy, where did you go, why didn’t you pick me up from kindergarten?"

Nan Ze put the bundle he had hoisted onto his shoulder back into bed and solemnly scolded, "You’re not three years old anymore, needing two people to pick you up—isn’t that embarrassing?"

Jiashu was not convinced, stiffening his neck to argue, "But...but the other kids are picked up by both their parents!"

He lied; many children were picked up by their family’s drivers, but he was afraid his dad would disappear again...

"A man has to be independent. If you’re always clinging to us, how will you chase after pretty girls in the future?" Nan Ze said expressionlessly, adding eight more words before turning off the light, "Reflect well, sleep by yourself."

Shen Zhimei didn’t even show her face, and Jiashu didn’t have a chance for any outside help.

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Nan Ze returned to the bedroom, and Shen Zhimei had just come out of the bathroom, her hands still damp, with a delicate and soft beauty akin to an ink painting, "The bath water is ready, I’ll go downstairs to make you a bowl of noodles."

This scene was familiar beyond measure.

As the small woman passed by him, Nan Ze’s long arm scooped her into his embrace, his thin lips pressing against her ear, "I’m not hungry."

The warm breath tickled the sensitive skin behind her ear, making her feel a little itchy, and Shen Zhimei couldn’t help shivering, asking quietly, "Did things not go smoothly?"

"No," Nan Ze’s face remained calm, releasing the grip around her waist, casually pulling a pajama from the nearby wardrobe, then nudged her toward the bathroom, "Let’s shower together."

Shen Zhimei was already dressed in pajamas, with her long hair not yet completely dry, clearly having already bathed. "I’ve already showered!"

Before she finished speaking, she turned to escape the bathroom, but the next second, she was dragged under the showerhead, her words evidently ignored by the man completely.

The warm water cascaded onto her skin, turning her cheeks crimson, "Your body still...ugh..."

Nan Ze didn’t give her any extra time to respond, stripping her of her speech privileges; the man’s lips carried a faint smell of tobacco, and in this setting, it became a disorienting pheromone, invading her breath and mind.

Almost suffocating, Shen Zhimei managed to break free from the man’s urgent advances, making every effort to breathe.

His shirt and suit trousers were still neatly worn on his body, just wet and sticking to his skin, losing some precision and formality, gaining a more casual air.

The sound of water pattering was mixed with his low, husky voice, "Whether my body is well or not, Doctor Shen needs to examine it thoroughly to know."

Even having become a mother, she still retained the shyness of a young girl, "Brother Three, you really are..."

Her voice was so soft it seemed like water might drip from it, her apricot-shaped eyes glazing with a bright luster, with black hair clinging to her cheeks, making her particularly captivating in the night.

Nan Ze’s angular features were extremely softened, even his deep black falcon-like eyes seemed like a gentle, clear spring.