novelraw Chapter 406 - 207. Before losing consciousness, two words appeared in Nan Wan’s mind: kidnapping. _3
Chapter 406 - 207. Before losing consciousness, two words appeared in Nan Wan’s mind: kidnapping. _3
In a low voice, she said, "Chairman Zhao, this is a public place, please don’t..."The golf course was completely open, with a wide field of view, and anyone with a quick glance would know what they were doing.
Her delicate face and shy, glistening eyes appeared to the man as if she was playing hard to get. Chairman Zhao’s desire intensified, and he couldn’t care less if anyone was watching. He shamelessly pinched the woman’s buttocks with his large hand.
With a greasy smile on his fleshy face, he said, "I heard Miss Jiang studied art. Coincidentally, I’m very interested in that. Why don’t we find a quiet place this evening for a more ’in-depth’ exchange?"
Jiang Xiao’s grip on the club tightened, her knuckles turning white. After a moment, she forced out a stiff smile, "This..."
"Chairman Zhao is in great spirits."
She had just uttered a single word when a lazy voice suddenly interjected.
What a scene she was witnessing!
The man as handsome as ever, with a casual curve at the corner of his lips, approached with long legs wrapped in straight suit pants.
Majestic as a god.
As a younger person approached, Chairman Zhao naturally couldn’t continue his advances on Jiang Xiao. He signaled with his eyes for the bodyguards to step aside, "Oh, it’s Yihan. How’s Mr. Huo lately?"
Huo Yihan nodded politely, his speech carrying the innate grace and elegance of an aristocratic son, "Thanks to you, my grandfather is in very good health."
Chairman Zhao was somewhat annoyed that this kid interrupted his good time, but he had to maintain a facade, "Yihan, feel free to say if you need anything, as long as I can do it, it’s no trouble."
He wasn’t a simple-minded nouveau riche relying on dumb luck. In the business world, his methods were ruthless and cunning. The Zhao Family had captured half of Qing City’s real estate market.
"I do have a small matter," Huo Yihan said with a noble curve in his lips, his gaze briefly brushing over Jiang Xiao, surveying the lawn, but not lingering on a figure standing not far away, "The Blue Sea and Sky project..."
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Nan Wan didn’t want to stay in the hotel any longer and gently persuaded Mu Jin Huan for half an hour before he reluctantly agreed to return to the North Shore Villa.
The car had just made it onto the highway when Mu Jin Huan received a call from his assistant.
The man didn’t say much throughout, his voice as calm as ever, though his profile appeared somewhat cold and lonely.
Once he finished the call, Nan Wan asked, "Is something wrong?"
Since returning from the suburbs yesterday, he hadn’t dealt with any work, spending all his time with her. His phone had been off until this morning.
Even though it was the weekend, he had endless things to do.
Mu Jin Huan drove calmly, his profound features betraying no emotional turmoil, "The branch office in Paris has encountered some trouble. I might have to go over there to take a look."
The person delivering the terror box hadn’t been found yet, so he shouldn’t be leaving her alone at this time. However, the ticking time bomb that is Nan Huaiyu posed greater risks each passing day without certainty.
Paris...
So far.
Since reconciling, the longest they’ve been apart was only for those few days he went to An City. Now, Mr. Mu was suddenly needing to go abroad, and Nan Wan felt an unexpected emptiness inside, "Are you going today?"
Sensing the change in her mood, Mu Jin Huan released a hand to find her soft and boneless hand, squeezing it gently, his voice warm and tinged with affection, "We’ll see, let’s go home first."
The warmth spread across her skin. Nan Wan kept her head down and responded softly, "Oh."
It’s not logical; why was she becoming clingy?
Mu Jin Huan had called in advance, so when they arrived home, Aunt Zhou had already prepared lunch.
After the meal, busy President Mu responded to emails in the study, while Nan Wan curled up on the sofa peeling an apple for him. Inattentively, she nicked her finger with the knife, "Ow!"
Staring at the fresh red blood trickling from her skin, an uneasy feeling settled in her heart.
Upon hearing her slight cry, Mu Jin Huan looked up at her and stood up in an instant.
After locating the first aid kit, he knelt on the carpet and used a sterilized cotton swab to treat her wound, his black eyes brimming with concern as he scolded, "Why so careless, did you do it on purpose?"
His touch was gentle, yet Nan Wan still felt a bit wronged, "Mr. Mu, I was peeling an apple for you. How could you say my conscience doesn’t ache?"
What does he mean by ’on purpose’...
It’s just a business trip for a few days. She wasn’t going to fall apart, so why use such tactics?
Mu Jin Huan raised his gaze, speaking unhurriedly, "You have a history; it’s only normal for me to think this way."
Just two months ago, Mr. Mu was to go to Zurich for a partnership, and Mrs. Mu had said, ’Go with peace of mind; I can stay home alone,’ but that evening, she clutched her stomach, claiming she felt unwell.
Mr. Mu canceled his trip and drove her to the hospital, only for the doctor to say, "Mrs. Mu simply ate too much for dinner; she’s just overstuffed."
Knowing what he was referring to, Nan Wan looked up at the ceiling in embarrassment and said softly, "It was my first pregnancy; how was I to know..."
Could this matter not be brought up again!
Heaven knows she hadn’t done it on purpose.
Mu Jin Huan put the medical kit back, then returned to the sofa, picked up the half-peeled apple, and with nimble fingers, the red peel fell into the trash can within seconds.
Nan Wan accepted a few pieces of fruit fed by him and then said she didn’t want any more.
Despite his severe cleanliness compulsion, Mu Jin Huan didn’t mind at all, finishing the rest of the apple she left behind. Before returning to his desk to resume work, he reminded her, "Don’t get your hand wet. Call me if you need to wash them."
Nan Wan obediently agreed, "Okay."
The room was filled only with the sound of the man’s fingers tapping on the keyboard. The golden retriever lay dozing on the carpet, while Nan Wan, bored, considered finding a book to read.
But when she got up, she bumped her knee, leaving a bruise.
Mu Jin Huan was helpless and pained, unable to scold or reproach her. He simply carried her back to the bedroom to make her stay obediently on the bed, so he could be at ease.
Her mind seemed to be elsewhere no matter what she did, making it hard for Mu Jin Huan to feel reassured. Eventually, he asked Secretary Tang to change the flight to the next day at 6 PM.
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After Mu Jin Huan left, Nan Wan received a call from the caregiver at the sanatorium, "Mrs. Mu, your mother has swallowed a large amount of sleeping pills and is in a critical condition!"
Upon hearing this, the teacup in Nan Wan’s hand dropped to the floor, and she staggered. Fortunately, Aunt Zhou was beside her and quickly supported her.
Her ears buzzed, and her exquisite features turned pale. It took a moment before she found her voice, "What, what did you say?"
The person on the other end was anxious, seemingly lacking the time to explain again, "We’ve already informed Mr. Nan Ze. If you want to see your mother one last time, you’d better hurry over!"
"I understand," Nan Wan said, struggling to catch her breath, her nails digging into her palm to keep herself calm through pain.
Aunt Zhou, unable to hear what was said on the other end, could tell something was wrong just by Nan Wan’s pale face and asked worriedly, "Madam, what’s happened?"
"Call the driver over. I need to go out," Nan Wan said, pulling her arm out of Aunt Zhou’s support and heading upstairs to change. The source of this content ɪs N0velFire.ɴet
Aunt Zhou quickly responded, "Oh, okay."
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Liu An was driving Mu Jin Huan to the airport, and the other drivers were at the company. It would take at least half an hour for them to arrive. Nan Wan didn’t have the patience to wait.
Aunt Zhou, feeling uneasy, followed her, "Madam, let me come with you."
In her current dazed state, something might go wrong, and what then!
Nan Wan knew the condition she was in and didn’t refuse, "Okay."
Aunt Zhou supported Nan Wan as they walked out of the villa area and hailed a taxi, giving the driver the address of the sanatorium.
Neither noticed the flash of cunning in the driver’s eyes.
Ten minutes into the ride, Nan Wan felt her eyelids grow heavy, her body losing strength, "Stop... the car."
Before losing consciousness, a single word crossed her mind: Kidnapping.