novelraw Chapter 414 - 210. The plane flying to Paris had an accident, and among the victims was Lu Li.
Chapter 414 - 210. The plane flying to Paris had an accident, and among the victims was Lu Li.
In Qing City, if a quarter of the women are desperately trying to squeeze into the Huo Family, then half of them are eyeing the position of Mrs. Nan.However, the eldest son of the Nan Family got married before the age of thirty, in what was then the most fashionable secret marriage. By the time it was publicly announced, their son could already buy soy sauce on his own.
Countless young girls had their hearts broken, so they turned their attention to the single Mr. Huo.
Secretary Tang pulled his drifting thoughts back and thought silently that in this world, apart from Mu Jin Huan, the person who couldn’t bear to see the third Miss of the Nan Family suffer was probably only Nan Ze before him.
After weighing things over for a moment, he quickly made a decision, "There’s a villa in the South Suburb under President Mu’s name. President Mu asked us to get the person out of the police station, and now they’re in the basement of the villa."
Having known each other for nearly thirty years, Nan Ze naturally understood Mu Jin Huan’s intentions. His deep-set features remained calm, and his thin lips spat out two words, "The address."
Secretary Tang lowered his head and respectfully reported the detailed address of the villa. Then, a hand appeared in front of him, the well-defined fingers pinching a business card.
"Call me if there are any developments," a cold voice sounded in his ear. Secretary Tang hurriedly took it with both hands and replied respectfully.
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After Shen Zhimei coaxed Jiashu to sleep, she sat on the sofa in the living room. Even though her husband had called her, her heart was still unsettled.
Her fingers unknowingly twisted together, the clock on the wall showing the time: 3:25 AM.
Nan Ze returned home with the smell of blood on him,
When the password was entered successfully, and as soon as the door was pulled open, a warm and soft body threw itself into his arms, pushing him back half a step with the impact.
His strong arms reacted quickly to support the woman’s waist, and he looked down at the fatigue in her eyes, frowning and scolding, "Why aren’t you asleep yet? Are you trying to test if I can afford to raise a national treasure?"
"I couldn’t sleep," Shen Zhimei couldn’t quite laugh. The smell of blood on the man was not completely covered by the strong scent of tobacco, so she whispered, "Third Brother, where... where have you been?"
Upon hearing this, Nan Ze’s movements paused, but he quickly hid it, showing no traces from beginning to end.
Changing his shoes, he wrapped an arm around the woman’s lower back and headed upstairs, his voice calm and steady, "Nowhere, just got back from the hospital."
Of course, Shen Zhimei wouldn’t believe this. He hadn’t been in the operating room, and if he had just come back directly from the hospital, he should carry the smell of disinfectant.
If it’s something he doesn’t want her to know, then she won’t ask.
She stopped, tugged at the hem of his shirt, and expressed her worry, "Jiashu has the nanny to take care of him. Can we go to the hospital to accompany Wanwan?"
Even if it’s of no practical use, as long as she’s in front of her, she would feel a bit more at ease.
"No," Nan Ze directly picked her up horizontally, carried her all the way back to the bedroom, shut the door behind him, and tucked the woman into the bedding before pressing down on her attempt to rise, "I’ve smoked, don’t get too close."
Shen Zhimei was a bit anxious, "But..."
"Hush, close your eyes and sleep," Nan Ze remained unmoved, placing his index finger on her lips, his angular features softening, "If you’re not asleep when I come out from the shower, then we’ll do something else."
And with that, as if responding to the moment, he turned his words into action.
In the first three months of pregnancy, she was extremely unstable, so he naturally wouldn’t do anything excessive, but even those gentle explorations were enough to leave Shen Zhimei defenseless.
Shen Zhimei’s attention was diverted, her cheeks flushed with an abnormal pink, glaring at the man in dissatisfaction.
She pushed away the man’s wandering hand, her gaze awkwardly avoiding, "Then hurry and wash up, it smells terrible."
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Eight o’clock in the morning.
After the rain, the morning was warm with a gentle sun.
Mu Jin Huan was in the bathroom, filling a basin with water at just the right temperature, neither too hot nor too cold.
He wrung out a towel, took the woman’s soft, boneless hand into his palm, and gently washed it.
He had hardly ever done anything like this before and was worried about hurting her, so his movements were somewhat unfamiliar, taking a full half-hour.
Throughout, his deep black eyes were gentle.
After completing these tasks, Mu Jin Huan didn’t go anywhere. He simply sat by the bedside, holding Nan Wan’s hand, speaking softly, though the words weren’t important, just trivial.
Of course, Mu Jin Huan received no response, yet he didn’t seem to mind, continuing to speak with Nan Wan.