Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love

Chapter 374: The more beautiful the dream, the more devastating it is when it shatters.

Divorce...When Nan Wan heard these two words, her mind went blank for a few seconds.

After a while, she murmured softly, "Ho-how did it come to this?"

She thought it was just a conflict between husband and wife, never expecting it to reach such a severe degree. No wonder... she couldn’t see any light shining in Ji Wanxia’s eyes anymore.

Mu Jin Huan took out her home clothes from the wardrobe, his eyes calm, "Change your clothes first, and I’ll explain it to you after dinner. Don’t overthink."

The matter had already happened, saying more would be pointless.

Nan Wan thought of Ji Wanxia alone downstairs. After all, this place was unfamiliar to her, so she’d surely feel alienated, especially since she was going through such a mess.

She didn’t ask anymore, just softly responded, "Okay."

After changing clothes, the two of them went downstairs together.

Mu Jin Huan was on the phone, and there was no one in the living room, so Nan Wan went to the backyard.

Ji Wanxia was sitting on a swing under the plane tree. It was cool there after the sun had set.

Her ink-painted eyebrows and eyes were clear, without any extra emotion, just staring blankly at Barton, who was rolling on the grass.

Her gaze was scattered, lost in thoughts unknown.

Noticing Nan Wan’s approach, Ji Wanxia touched her toes to the ground to stop the swing, stood up, walked over to hold Nan Wan’s arm, and smiled, "Sister-in-law, your dog is so lively."

Nan Wan looked down at the dirty golden retriever, somewhat helpless, "It’s not usually like this; maybe it just likes you more."

As if it understood her words, Barton cooperatively rolled over again.

Ji Wanxia chuckled, her eyes showing a trace of life.

Her gaze towards Nan Wan was gentle and beautiful, "Is it hard being pregnant? Does he kick you?"

"Everything else is okay, just the nausea can be a bit tough," Nan Wan habitually stroked her belly with her right hand, a light smile on her lips, while Ji Wanxia helped her walk slowly into the house.

Mu Jin Huan ended the call, turned around, and saw them laughing and chatting as they came in. He asked, "What are you talking about?"

"Nothing important, just women’s topics you wouldn’t be interested in," Nan Wan bent down to move Barton aside from circling her feet, casually saying, "Let’s eat."

Mu Jin Huan’s gaze was gentle, moving from Ji Wanxia’s face to Nan Wan’s, watching for a while but finding nothing.

Aunt Zhou walked into the living room, respectfully asking, "Sir, can we serve dinner now?"

"Yes."

...

When Nan Wan and the others were having dinner, Aunt Zhou cleaned up the kitchen trash and went out to dump it, only to find a silver-white sports car parked at the entrance.

In the dim light, she saw a man in a black shirt and black suit pants leaning against the car hood, his head slightly lowered, his face shadowed, obscuring him from view. He seemed to be on the phone.

Such people rarely appeared in the villa area. Aunt Zhou deliberately lingered near the trash can, pretending to sort the trash while secretly observing the man.

After about seven or eight minutes, she noticed that he occasionally glanced toward the villa, seemingly unable to reach someone over the phone, continuously redialing, pressing the phone to his ear.

Aunt Zhou felt something was off, turned back into the house, and carefully asked in the dining room, "There’s been a car parked at the entrance for a while, a young man, around thirty. Is he here for sir?"

After she spoke, Ji Wanxia’s spoon suddenly dropped to the floor with a harsh, shattering sound.

Her face turned pale, and she whispered, "Sorry, I didn’t hold it well."

They’re divorced now, why did he come over?

Ji Wanxia bent down to pick up the shattered porcelain pieces, but Nan Wan grabbed her hand to stop her, her voice gentle and calm, "It’s fine, just replace it with a new one."

Then she instructed Aunt Zhou to sweep away the debris and brought Ji Wanxia a new, clean spoon.

Mu Jin Huan sipped his tea, glanced at Ji Wanxia, who was eating with her head down, disinterestedly, and calmly told Aunt Zhou, "Ignore the person outside."

Aunt Zhou respectfully responded, "Okay."

Ten minutes later, Ji Wanxia put down her chopsticks, looked up, and said softly, "Brother, sister-in-law, I’m full. I’m a bit tired and want to go up and rest."

She had only eaten half a bowl of rice; continuing like this would harm her health sooner or later.

Mu Jin Huan frowned slightly but did not insist, "Go ahead."

Watching Ji Wanxia go upstairs and close the guest room door, Nan Wan finally withdrew her gaze and asked, "Is Gu Shaozhi outside?"

Before Aunt Zhou mentioned the man outside, Ji Wanxia seemed quite cheerful, engaging in relaxed conversations with them. But after Aunt Zhou’s words, she obviously wasn’t herself anymore.

Mu Jin Huan’s expression remained unchanged, his chiseled features stern and resolute, he said flatly, "Probably."

So he came so quickly...

Ha! Anyone unaware might think he’s so devoted.

"Aunt Zhou, can you heat me a cup of milk?" With Bai Ruoshu’s matters weighing on her, Nan Wan had little appetite tonight, "I’ll go check on her."

"Okay."

...

Standing by the side window, she could see the area around the villa gate.

Hearing a knock, Ji Wanxia withdrew her gaze, drew the beige curtains, and went to open the door.

Nan Wan handed her the cup of milk, gently smiling, "I can’t sleep, saw your light was on, can I come in to chat for a while?"

Ji Wanxia opened the door a bit wider, took the glass, stepped aside, and made way, "I just finished showering and haven’t slept yet either, please come in, sister-in-law."

At dinner, her sister-in-law yawned twice; how could she not be sleepy...

Once again, she’s brought trouble.

Sitting on the sofa, Nan Wan turned her head slightly, glancing at Ji Wanxia’s abdomen, and asked, "How many months?"

Hearing Nan Wan’s words, Ji Wanxia’s action of drinking milk paused, her breathing stopping for several seconds.

Seeing this, Nan Wan smiled and explained, "You touch your belly unconsciously, and when you retched in the bathroom, I heard it. It was the same for me when I first got pregnant."

If it weren’t for her own struggles hiding her condition from Mu Jin Huan back then, she might not have noticed these subtle hints.

Not wanting to be discovered, but unable to resist the body’s natural reactions.

After quite a moment, Ji Wanxia recovered from her stiffness, pursing her lips, her voice tinged with bitterness, "Not even two months yet."

The moment she learned she was pregnant, she was filled with joy and thought of telling him, but never expected such an outcome.

Nan Wan asked softly, "He doesn’t know?"

"In these two years, he’s constantly deceived me, claiming he loves me," Ji Wanxia lowered her head, her long hair covering most of her face, her voice ethereal and elusive, "The more beautiful a dream is, the harsher it breaks."

No matter if he knows or not, nothing will change.