Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love

Chapter 419 - 211. Outside the nursery stood Yu Qinglu.

Xu Mo’s face was still sullen, but his tone softened, "Nothing much, just that some people are too shameless, and it annoys me to look at them."It wasn’t even beating around the bush anymore; it was no different from directly pointing at Huo Yihan’s nose and cursing.

"Don’t fuss," Xiao Ran looked at her with gentle eyes, completely unguarded. Although the two words were a reprimand, the tone carried a hint of indulgence instead.

Then he lifted his head gracefully toward Huo Yihan and nodded, "Mo Yi hasn’t been in a good mood lately, I hope Mr. Huo doesn’t mind her."

Huo Yihan looked at Xu Mo Yi, who had her head slightly lowered, his well-defined fingers clenched in an empty fist, his deep eyes shadowed with darkness.

Xiao Ran, standing next to Xu Mo Yi, acted intimately yet courteously, with a hand draped over her shoulder, just like his person.

Clean, warm.

Huo Yihan’s indifferent gaze swept over the man’s hand on her shoulder without showing any emotion, while a dark color slowly gathered in the depths of his black eyes, but externally, nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

He still carried the noble and elegant demeanor of Mr. Huo from Qing City, with his thin lips curving into an ambiguous smile, "Of course, I don’t mind, she’s always like this."

The tenderness hidden within his nonchalant voice was extremely subtle, unnoticed by others, but if they probed deeply, they might find some clues.

As the footsteps faded away, Xu Mo Yi suddenly remembered the night before the engagement party, the moonlight was like water, the plane-tree-lined path was where she lost her first kiss.

The man’s big hand locked around her waist, his voice husky and firm, "Mo Yi, you don’t like Xiao Ran, so don’t marry him."

She was so angry she laughed, "You’re not me, how do you know whether I like him or not?"

"Of course I know," the man’s eyes held a confusion she couldn’t comprehend, and his voice was very low, "When you see something you like, there’s a peculiar brightness in your eyes."

The sarcasm at the end of her eyes froze, and she asked in a daze, "And you know that?"

The man paused, seemingly searching for a suitable answer, and only after a while did he answer, "Hmm, I know because I’ve been living there for many years."

Yes, this man had always lived in the eyes of what she liked, from the day he pulled her out of the river frozen three feet deep, to now.

Always there.

From entering the elevator, then arriving at the floor where the obstetrics department was, and finally being led by Xiao Ran to outside the nursery, she was in a dazed state.

Xiao Ran noticed but did not mention it proactively.

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In the basement of the South Suburban Villa.

The air was filled with a heavy bloody scent, accumulated after Nan Ze left last night.

Liu An glanced at the two men and a woman lying on the floor, then respectfully stood aside.

Mu Jin Huan took off his suit jacket, leisurely rolled up his shirt sleeves, and finally unbuttoned the two buttons at his collar.

The black leather shoes made crisp sounds on the floor.

He stopped in front of Zhao Ying, squatted down, and his well-defined fingers pinched her chin, his powerful aura forced the dying person to open her eyes.

His slow voice carried a sinister undertone, "A year ago, not teaching you a lesson was my mistake."

The man’s grip was so strong that Zhao Ying almost thought her bones were going to be crushed, and the pain awakened her consciousness.

Her dirty, messy hair was soaked with cold sweat, mixing with blood and sticking to her pale face, bruises were everywhere, and her lips were bitten and bleeding, making her look like a ghost climbing out of a grave.

Pulled a desolate, cold smile at the corners of her lips, her voice sharp and harsh, "Mu Jin Huan, if you’re going to kill me, get on with it, don’t delay me from reincarnating, so I can seek revenge on you all in my next life."

Since stepping into the North Shore Villa, her life’s trajectory had already gone astray.

Mu Jin Huan seemed to hear a joke and let out a low, slow laugh from his throat, "Die? Why would I kill you?"

Death is the easiest way out, but how could he let someone who bullied Mrs. Mu have an easy time?

This man always maintained a mature and steady public image, even at home, with that woman, he was still that successful businessman look.

Zhao Ying had never seen such terrifying, malevolent ghostliness, like something from hell.

With a dazed, almost infatuated gaze, "Then... does Mr. Mu intend to keep me alive?"

Mu Jin Huan had changed clothes, his black shirt was without a single unnecessary crease, the wedding ring on his ring finger reflected a bright light.

As noble as being in a luxuriously decorated high-end club.

His thin lips spoke lightly, "Of course, I will let you live, a living worse than death, or a barely hanging on kind of life, you have the chance to choose."

Beneath his calm, water-like face, a bone-corroding malevolence churned.

Zhao Ying’s vision blurred as she looked up at the man, her once hopeless heart suddenly sprouting a kind of unexplorable fear.

Then, she heard the so-called choices from the man’s mouth.

"Option A: Sever the meridians in your hands and feet, I’ll find the best doctor to treat you, prolong your life, you won’t die, but only lie in a lightless prison, with your eyes open to live out your life in hell."

"Option B: After I return exactly what you did to Mrs. Mu to you, you can leave, just don’t let me see you in Qing City, and you’ll be safe."

Listening to it like this, it’s easy to tell which is bad and which is worse.

But, for Zhao Ying, there was no difference.

Mu Jin Huan’s handsome brows rid themselves of any casual smile, and the danger at the pit of the pool began to seep slowly through his eyes, intensifying the strength in his hands, "I’ll ask only once, who was behind you?"

Zhao Ying shut her eyes, "No one, just myself."

Very well.

Mu Jin Huan’s deep pupils gradually condensed with dark currents, released Zhao Ying, letting her fall to the floor, and stood up.

The sounds of joints moving were particularly clear in the quiet basement.

Liu An turned his back wisely, constantly hearing the screams of men or women, and the sound of bones fracturing.

Chilling to the bone.

Half an hour later, the air was so thick with the smell of blood it made one nauseous, heavy breathing and muffled groans mixed, this place was like the most painful execution ground in hell.

Mu Jin Huan tossed the handkerchief he used to wipe his fingers onto the floor, his face as handsome as ever, without a ripple, his voice indifferent as water, "Deal with it cleanly, throw them into the police station, not a single one can die."

Liu An hurriedly turned around, responding respectfully.

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Mu Jin Huan returned to the hospital, the elevator near the entrance was out of order, so he went to the inner one to take another elevator.

Reaching the thirteenth floor, as soon as he stepped out, he stopped in his tracks.

Outside the nursery, stood a woman, her hair casually tied, a loose coat over her hospital gown.

It was Yu Qinglu.