Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love

Chapter 390 - 201. A man and a woman are intimately embracing each other, the man is... Mu Jin Huan.

With cruel words, Huo Yihan did not get angry at all. His rough fingers slowly caressed the woman’s slender waist, "I am very expensive, you might not be able to afford it."Xu Moyi turned her head to the other side, avoiding the man’s touch, and sneered coldly, "Mr. Huo, just state a high price. If it doesn’t scare me to death, I won’t let you off."

Scoundrel! Shameless! Disgusting! Bastard!

Huo Yihan freed a hand, pinching the woman’s chin to turn her head back, lowered his head, slowly getting closer until there was only a sheet of paper’s distance between their faces.

His voice was low and hoarse, "I’m in a good mood, so I’ll give you two payment options: lie in my bed for three days to make me happy, or... become Mrs. Huo."

The last four words were seductive and enchanting.

Xu Moyi stared blankly at the man’s handsome face so close, her mind blank for several minutes.

What was he saying...

An absurd idea flashed in her mind. She snapped back to reality, viciously biting his chin, and while he was in pain, she kicked towards his crotch, "Huo Yihan, go to hell!"

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In high society, new gossip arises every few days: golden couples drifting apart, infidelity during marriage, some certain someone getting caught for drug use, family businesses going bankrupt...

New news buries the old, and the awkward events at the Xu Family and Xiao Family’s engagement banquet were soon forgotten. No one knew why the female lead didn’t appear that night, all guesses remained just that — guesses.

Although Nan Wan didn’t ask Xu Moyi what happened that night, she hadn’t spoken much to Mu Jinhuan for days, leaving him helpless but unable to do anything about it.

In the deep autumn weather, dry, yellow phoenix tree leaves covered the ground, with a few scattered on the branches.

Nan Wan sat in a wicker chair in the yard, basking in the sun, flipping through a novel to pass the time.

In the evening, the courier delivered a package to the door. After Aunt Zhou signed for it, she brought it to the backyard, "Madam, there’s a package for you."

Hearing the voice, Nan Wan looked over.

It was a box, not very large. She hadn’t bought anything online recently, and the sender was unfamiliar, but the recipient’s name was indeed hers.

That meant the delivery wasn’t a mistake.

"This box is a bit heavy. Should I put it in the study, or should I help you open it now?"

Nan Wan didn’t know what was inside, only found the box odd and inexplicable, "Open it."

Aunt Zhou nodded, bent down to place the package on the ground, tore off the tape, and as the box opened, she let out a scream, "Ah!"

Aunt Zhou’s pupils contracted, her face turned pale with fright, as she fell back onto the lawn, retreating continuously.

Because inside the box was a crate of fake snakes! Black and wriggling, sticking out their forked tongues, extremely terrifying.

The box was right by Nan Wan’s feet. She was sitting in the wicker chair, and even from a perspective looking down, she could see what was inside the half-opened box.

The snake heads slowly poked out from the crowded cardboard box, as if they would all crawl out the next second, tightly wrapping around her neck, suffocating her.

Fear enveloped her, the book in her hand fell to the ground, her body stiffened like a stone, unable to move at all, and within a few seconds, her forehead broke out in a cold sweat.

Aunt Zhou suddenly came to her senses, realizing the madam was an eight-month pregnant woman, and such frightening things...

Biting her lip, she took off her coat, trembling as she crawled over, using the clothes to wrap her hands and stuff the nearly escaping fake snakes back into the box, then sealed it with the tape from before.

After all these actions, she released her breath, allowing air into her nostrils. Not seeing it, the fear significantly lessened, "Madam, are you alright?"

Nan Wan slowly loosened her tightly gripped wicker armrest, shook her head after a long while, and whispered, "...I’m fine."

The more she thought, the more terrifying it became.

The recipient accurately had her name written. If she had opened the box, Aunt Zhou’s reaction would have happened to her...

Aunt Zhou moved the box further away and lowered her head to check the information on the delivery slip, "Let me see which scoundrel is so despicable!"

How can people be so heartless, sending such terrible things to a pregnant woman?

After easing out of the fear, Nan Wan wiped the sweat off her forehead with her hand and said in a light tone, "Don’t bother, Aunt Zhou. The phone number and name are probably fake."

Hearing Nan Wan’s words, Aunt Zhou suddenly realized, no one would be so foolish, "Then... then should I call Mr. Mu?"

Nan Wan felt a dull ache in her stomach. Holding onto the chair back, she stood up, her face pale and drawn, "Aunt Zhou, move the box further away and seal it tight with several layers of tape. I’ll make the call myself."

"Okay," Aunt Zhou quickly moved the terrifying box to a corner, using a whole roll of transparent tape to seal it.

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In the bedroom,

all the lights were on, Nan Wan sat on the sofa, and the mechanical female voice was in her ear, "Sorry, the number you have dialed is powered off..."

For so long, she had never been unable to reach someone; even during meetings, he would answer her calls.

Seven o’clock, he usually would be home by this time. Why today...

After Aunt Zhou had prepared dinner, she waited another twenty minutes. When Mu Jinhuan didn’t return, fearing Nan Wan was hungry, she went upstairs to knock on the door, "Madam, shall I bring the meal up for you?"

Nan Wan’s eyes were calm, her palm caressing her stomach, whispering, "I’m a bit tired and want to rest, not eating."

Knowing that the madam must have been scared, Aunt Zhou didn’t insist. She respectfully replied and stepped out of the room, closing the door.

Not eating is bad for the child. Aunt Zhou went downstairs, back to the kitchen, and brought a warm glass of milk to the bedroom.

She waited for a long time in the living room, but there was no sound from the entrance.

...

After briefly freshening up, Nan Wan lay in the covers.

Sleep did not come at all. Partly due to the earlier shock, partly because she couldn’t adapt to the emptiness beside her, but mostly because of the former.

Whenever she closed her eyes, the scene of those fake snakes crawling out of the box came to mind, making her too afraid to let her hands touch her body.

Around nine o’clock, she received a call from Liu An, "Madam, President Mu has a very important meeting today and can’t get away. He asked you to sleep first."

What kind of meeting is so urgent that it can’t even allow time for a phone call?

The fear in her heart hadn’t dissipated; Nan Wan just felt a bit scared being alone but didn’t think much of it.

Her delicate features remained emotionless, and she said lightly, "I understand."

Almost the moment she hung up the phone, a text message came in on Nan Wan’s phone. The number wasn’t saved and was unfamiliar.

After hesitating for a long time, she finally clicked to view it. The message content was a photo.

Under the dim streetlights, a man and woman were intimately embracing. The woman’s face was somewhat blurred, but the man, Nan Wan recognized immediately.

It was Mr. Mu, who had just asked his assistant to call to say he had an important meeting.