novelraw Chapter 425 - 213. He cupped the woman’s cheeks and kissed the cherry lips he had missed for so long.
Chapter 425 - 213. He cupped the woman’s cheeks and kissed the cherry lips he had missed for so long.
Before being carried out by Mu Jinqian, Qingqing suddenly remembered something, turned her head and pointed to the insulated lunch box on the table, saying, "Uncle, this soup was made by grandma herself. She said it’s very good for auntie’s health. You must remember to drink it while it’s hot."The clear, crisp voice resonated clearly in the quiet ward.
Nan Wan looked up at the man standing by the bedside. From this angle, the cold, hard line of his profile seemed to have gained a bit of gentleness.
Mu Jin Huan slightly lowered his head, his gaze calmly falling on the piece of kraft paper filled with several names, leaving others unable to fathom whether there was a shred of emotion in the depths of his mysterious, deep-set eyes.
After the elevator doors closed, Mu Qingqing, hugging her father’s neck, squinted her eyes and uncertainly asked, "Daddy, did I say it like that?"
It seemed like a few sentences were missing, but she didn’t have a good breakfast this morning and has a poor memory.
"Hmm, almost," Mu Jinqian playfully tapped his daughter’s nose, his eyes filled with affectionate warmth, "but it was a little too deliberate. Next time, try to be more natural."
After all, some things cannot be rushed and need to be approached slowly.
...
The curtains were open, allowing the sunlight to warm the room.
But the sun couldn’t reach the bed, so Mu Jin Huan gently pulled back the covers and carried Nan Wan to sit on the sofa.
He spread the kraft paper out in front of her, "Take a look, see if there’s anything you like."
The light was gentle, falling on Nan Wan’s face, her skin almost translucently fair, and the serene smile in her eyes was like a camellia.
The man’s strong, sinewy arm wrapped around her waist, allowing her to relax and lean all her weight against his chest, nestling languidly in his embrace.
On the kraft paper were a dozen names, the pale yellow paper exuding a faint ink fragrance, carrying a unique sentimental value,
The handwriting was bold, with each stroke neatly finished.
Nan Wan looked over it several times before her gaze settled on the two words written at the top, "Mu Yan?"
Perhaps it was preconceived, or for some other reason, even though the others were good too, Nan Wan felt this name resonated most pleasingly when spoken.
Mu Yan, Mu Yan...
"Do you like this one?" Mu Jin Huan lifted his gaze to look at the little rascal sleeping soundly in the cradle, his handsome face soft with the warmth of new fatherhood, "Then we’ll call him Mu Yan."
Nan Wan nestled deeper into the man’s embrace, seeking warmth, her delicate features blossoming with a gentle smile as she looked up, "Mu Huan, do you wish we had a daughter instead?"
Every time Qingqing clung to him asking questions or sweetly begged to be held, the tenderness in the man’s expression was rare to see.
"No," although the woman in his arms was smiling as she spoke, Mu Jin Huan knew it was a tricky question, so he answered smoothly without hesitation, "As long as it’s our child, it doesn’t matter if it’s a boy or a girl."
Nan Wan laughed, "That’s more like it."
The late autumn sunlight was warm and gentle, and the three of them together made for a picture of peaceful family life.
...
Nan Wan leaned against the man’s chest, her arms as white as lotus roots wrapped around his waist, looking at the sleeping Mu Baobao, feeling a sense of post-crisis calm.
Although everything was fine now, the pain and intense fear she once experienced remained vividly clear.
She murmured softly, "That day, I thought... the baby wouldn’t make it."
Mu Jin Huan’s heart tightened abruptly. Instinctively, he held her closer, leaning down to tenderly kiss her cheek.
His voice was slightly hoarse, as if to soothe and comfort, "It’s okay, you and Mu Yan are both fine. Even though he came more than a month early, as long as we take good care of him, there won’t be any problems."
No one knew what went through his mind on the not-so-long journey from the airport to the hospital.
In the company, no matter how tough the problem, as long as he calmed down, a solution could always be found. But that day, all his rationality and composure collapsed.
Leaving only the most raw fear.
"I’m sorry," Nan Wan sensed the man’s strange mood, raising her hand to caress his cold, determined features, "Were you scared out of your wits?"
"Hmm, almost went crazy," Mu Jin Huan didn’t want her to dwell on such feelings, so he responded as if joking.
Real yet seeming false.
Nan Wan raised a brow, looking somewhat haughty, "I might believe you."
These days, she had been in and out of sleep, but feeling much better today, Mu Jin Huan finally dared to bring it up, "Why did you rush out when the driver was still on the way?"
The footage showed she and Aunt Zhou got into a taxi at four-thirty, the bodyguards assigned to protect her hadn’t yet arrived at North Shore Villa, and he had only just left the house.
Nan Wan didn’t hide anything, "Someone called me, saying my mother had overdosed on sleeping pills, and it was very serious. If I was late, I might not see her for the last time."
At the time, she was indeed scared witless, her mind a mess, completely losing the ability to distinguish the information.
Thinking back now, the person’s words were full of loopholes. With Sheng Boyan at the sanatorium, how could the patient possibly have a large amount of sleeping pills, and moreover, if Third Brother had already gone there, matters of life and death certainly wouldn’t be hidden from her.
Upon hearing this, a shadow briefly passed over Mu Jin Huan’s deep eyes but was gone in an instant, leaving no trace.
He rested his chin on her shoulder, lightly kissing the skin behind her ear, his voice deep and soft, "Nan Ze and I will handle these matters, what you need to do is take care of yourself."
Nan Wan felt a bit ticklish and shrank her neck, her low laughter light and airy.
Mu Jin Huan’s heart was moved.
He extended his arm to the cradle’s handle, turning the now-awake Mu Baobao, who was blowing bubbles and looking at Nan Wan, to face the other direction.
Then he retracted his hand, cupped the woman’s face, and kissed the cherry lips he’d longed for, all in one smooth motion.
Nan Wan’s wandering soul was drawn back by the man’s skillful kisses, her breath filled with his unique scent, her cheeks gradually flushing with a delicate pink.
Involuntarily, she raised her arms, wrapping them around his neck, closing her eyes to respond to him.
To avoid awkwardness, Mu Jin Huan stopped just in time, holding the woman in his arms, preventing her from moving.
His defined fingers pressed against his temple, trying to think about the company’s last quarter’s earnings report, calming the unruly desires stirring within.
After half an hour, when both their breaths had steadied and the man’s body temperature returned to normal, Nan Wan tentatively asked, "About Zhao Ying..."
Just the thought of Zhao Ying’s distorted expression sent chills through her heart.
Mu Jin Huan’s handsome face remained calm, replying faintly, "What she received is what she deserved."
As the sunlight faded, Mu Jin Huan carried Nan Wan back to the bed, and before she could say more, he gently pinched her lips, "Woke up too early, go back to sleep for a while."
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Twenty days after Mu Baobao’s birth, Nan Wan was finally allowed by Mr. Mu to be discharged from the hospital.
When the man held her by the waist and led her to the car, Nan Wan suddenly felt something was off. She turned and asked him, "Where’s your son?"
Mu Jin Huan was also perplexed. He only remembered to keep an eye on Mrs. Mu all the time, but had forgotten about his son, calmly saying, "Still in the ward, you get in first. I’ll go back to fetch him."
Nan Wan, "..."
Liu An, "..."
After a strong twitch of the mouth, Liu An quickly opened the backseat door, smiling amiably, "Madam, it’s windy outside, why don’t you get in the car first?"
Nan Wan sighed speechlessly, adjusting her coat as she prepared to get in.
Just as she stepped one foot inside, the words of a passing pedestrian reached her ear.
"Oh, Emperor Lu has been gone for twenty days now. I still feel sad. How could such a good person be in a plane accident?"