novelraw Chapter 409 - 208.3
Chapter 409 - 208.3
As soon as he grabbed Nan Wan’s ankle, he faintly heard the urgent sound of police sirens and his face changed instantly, "Damn! Is that the sound of a police car?"Zhao Ying heard it too, but fights and disturbances in the slums were common, with police making routine visits, so she didn’t think they were coming for them.
With a cold face, she urged, "No, you heard wrong, are you coming or not?"
The man stopped his actions, got off the bed, and asked, "Who exactly did you kidnap?"
Aunt Zhou escaped from Zhao Ying’s feet, spitting out the towel in her mouth in her struggle.
Knowing she couldn’t anger the man, she spoke weakly, "My lady is the younger sister of the Nan Family’s CEO, Nan Ze, and the mistress of the Mu Family. As long as you don’t hurt her, Mr. Mu won’t do anything to you."
How could that be possible?
Mr. Mu would never let him off!
Zhao Ying swung a stick at Aunt Zhou’s head, only throwing it away after seeing her pass out completely. She grabbed the man’s arm and pushed him back to the bed, "Don’t listen to her nonsense."
The man, a fugitive suspect, heard the sirens getting closer and panic showed on his face. He shook off Zhao Ying’s hand, picked up the clothes from the floor, and quickly put them on, "Get out! I’m not risking my life for this!"
He thought it was a lucky break, but it turned out to be a huge mess.
The names Mu Jin Huan and Nan Ze were known to everyone in Qing City.
Watching the coward escape through the back door, Zhao Ying cursed in frustration, "Useless trash!"
She should have hired more men, but now she had to make do.
No matter, getting rid of the child in Nan Wan’s belly was just as good.
However, before she could take a step, the wooden door was forcefully pounded from the outside, "Is anyone there? Open the door."
Zhao Ying’s body stiffened, her face changed abruptly.
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In the airport VIP lounge.
Lu Li looked up, just in time to see Mu Jin Huan walk in, and put down the magazine in his hand, nodding politely in greeting, "Is President Mu preparing for a business trip?"
Wanwan was already over eight months pregnant, why was he still traveling abroad...
Mu Jin Huan’s face was calm, elegantly unbuttoning his suit, and sitting in the empty seat opposite Lu Li, "Yes, a business trip."
Secretary Tang’s gaze quickly darted between the two men, silently critiquing: Mrs. Mu’s ’ex-husband’ and current husband on the same flight, what kind of arrangement is this...
The senior secretary was perceptive, using the excuse of buying President Mu a cup of coffee to step aside.
Whether it was a year ago or now, Mu Jin Huan maintained a composed demeanor in front of Lu Li, suit pants wrapping his legs as he sat with elegance, an expensive watch peeking out from his shirt cuff, catching the light.
Noble elegance.
"Is Mr. Lu planning to start traveling the world?"
The mature and steady business style was completely different from Lu Li’s at the age of twenty-eight.
Lu Li nodded, his eyes hidden behind sunglasses appearing gentle and leisurely, "I’m unemployed now, not as busy as President Mu, and have plenty of time to enjoy life."
His voice was relaxed and free, but if examined closely, one could detect a hidden sarcasm.
Mu Jin Huan, being sharp-minded, naturally sensed this, his deep features unaffected, speaking slowly, "The weather is so poor today, not suitable for travel, Mr. Lu didn’t choose a good day."
In the morning, there were only a few clouds, but now the sky outside was gloomy, and the storm that had been brewing all day had yet to fall.
The passengers in the waiting room were anxious, fearing the flight might be canceled due to the weather.
Lu Li took a sip of coffee from the table, shrugged and smiled indifferently, "It’s okay, at least I have President Mu for company."
Hearing this, a faint, ambiguous curve appeared at the corner of Mu Jin Huan’s lips.
After buying the coffee, Secretary Tang deliberately took a few extra strolls before returning to the lounge, realizing that she was overthinking. The scene she imagined was completely different from what she saw.
The atmosphere wasn’t tense; the two men conversed gracefully, covering a wide range of topics.
About ten minutes later, Mu Jin Huan’s private phone in his pocket vibrated; it was a call from the sanatorium. He walked to the bathroom to answer, "What is it?"
"Mr. Mu, Mrs. Mu’s mother has had an incident," the man on the other end said respectfully.
Upon hearing this, a dark shade crossed Mu Jin Huan’s calm black eyes, his thin lips pressed together, and his handsome face appeared extremely gloomy, his voice deep and powerful, "Explain clearly."
"Oh, well, about two hours ago, the patient was agitated, sneaked out of the ward, and accidentally fell down the stairs," the man said nervously, quickly adding, "But please don’t worry, Mr. Nan has rushed over, and there’s no major issue now."
Why did such a high-profile patient have to encounter trouble during his shift!
Mu Jin Huan’s deep-set eyes gradually gathered dark currents, the depths of which were as mysterious as an abyss, "Does my wife know?"
Since Nan Ze had gone, any accountability would not be taken lightly.
The man answered cautiously, "We haven’t notified her, so she should be unaware."
After hanging up, Mu Jin Huan didn’t leave the bathroom but dialed Nan Wan’s number.
"Sorry, the number you have dialed is temporarily unavailable, please..." When the mechanical female voice sounded for the third time, an inexplicable sense of unease started to creep into Mu Jin Huan’s heart.
Such emotions had never emerged in him before.
He then called the bodyguard, his thin lips pressed into a straight line, "Knock on the door and have her answer the phone."
Brief and to the point, not a single superfluous word.
The bodyguard in the car outside the villa was a bit puzzled, "President Mu, when we arrived, there was no one home."
How could she not be there...
When Mu Jin Huan left, he instructed Mrs. Mu to inform him, no matter where she went.
He exuded a menacing aura, "Half an hour, I want to know where my wife is."
Seeing the boss stride towards the exit with a stern face, Secretary Tang was stunned for a moment before hastily following him with a jog.
Mu Jin Huan dialed Nan Wan’s number repeatedly, until the mechanical female voice was replaced by the ringtone of a connected call, his anxious heart finally settled, "Wanwan, where are you?"
On the other end of the line, Nan Wan’s breathing was rapid, her voice barely a whisper, "Mu Huan... I... my stomach hurts..."