Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love

Chapter 430 - 215. The woman Mu Jinqian brought back to the Mu Family is Qingqing’s biological mother.

Nan Wan smiled and tiptoed to kiss the man’s lips, "Hmm, don’t worry, I won’t do anything to hurt myself."She had him, and Yan’er.

She just needed some time to accept this established fact, to accept... the fact that Lu Li was no longer in this world.

The woman’s rare initiative softened Mu Jin Huan’s slightly tense body, his deep black eyes displaying a warmth completely different from the torrential rain around them.

He lowered his head, responding to her kiss, his voice low and gentle, "Don’t stay up late, I’ll come to pick you up in the morning."

"Got it, you go ahead," Nan Wan loosened her hands from around the man’s waist, stepped back from his embrace, and added, "I’ll watch you leave."

Mu Jin Huan looked at her, his handsome face incredibly softened.

Raising his hand, he tidied her long hair disheveled by the wind, carefully and patiently sweeping the stray strands on her forehead behind her ear and fixing them there.

Then, he turned around.

Stepping into the endless darkness of the night, the originally well-polished black leather shoes acquired mud stains from the rainwater on the ground.

It wasn’t until the car’s taillights disappeared from sight that Nan Wan went upstairs.

Upon reaching the door, she realized she didn’t have the key.

When she had an argument with Mr. Mu before, she brought Barton over, but during the day she was too busy with work, and since no one was at home to feed Barton, she asked the neighbor to help care for him, leaving a spare key.

She glanced at the time on her wrist, 8:30, not too late.

She turned around to knock on the neighbor’s door.

Aunt Zhao was surprised to see Nan Wan, "Doctor Nan, why did you come back in such heavy rain?"

Could it be that she had a quarrel with her husband?

"Came back to get something," Nan Wan smiled politely, "Aunt Zhao, I forgot to bring my key, could I trouble you to give me the spare key I left here?"

"Oh, oh, no trouble, wait a moment."

Aunt Zhao went inside to fetch the key, and as she handed it to Nan Wan, she asked with concern, "You don’t look too well, come in for a cup of tea to warm up."

Nan Wan took the key and politely declined, "Thank you, Aunt Zhao, I’m in a bit of a hurry and won’t disturb your rest."

She opened the door, greeted by a damp odor.

She had not returned for nearly four months, the air in the apartment was stagnant, and after turning on the lights, she first went to open the windows in the living room, letting the sound of the pouring rain outside fill the room.

Nan Wan began searching for the item she needed.

When Secretary Tang arrived with dinner, Nan Wan was organizing the bookshelf she had rummaged into disarray.

"Ma’am, the food is still warm, President Mu asked me to tell you..." Secretary Tang was a bit shy, after all, her face couldn’t compare to the invincible courage of President Mu, "to tell you..."

Oh dear, she still couldn’t say it out loud.

Nan Wan looked at her suspiciously, "What?"

"President Mu said," Secretary Tang took a deep breath, "President Mu said if you didn’t eat, when he comes to pick you up tomorrow, he’ll just eat you instead."

She quickly finished speaking and exited swiftly. As she went downstairs, the sound of her high heels clattering on the concrete steps resounded through the entire apartment building.

Goodness, her old face.

The security door was almost slammed shut, while Nan Wan, unfazed, held the paper bag containing four or five meal boxes and walked to the dining room.

She had no appetite, put the paper bag down, took a couple steps away, then stopped, her mind visualizing Mr. Mu seriously instructing Secretary Tang with those words.

Her delicate brows and eyes rippled with a faint smile, she returned to the table and opened the meal box.

She ate a bit of each dish, then continued her previous task.

It had been too long, so long in fact that she truly couldn’t remember where she had casually tossed the item back then; she searched inside and out in both bedrooms without catching even a glimpse of it.

The apartment was just this small, it couldn’t possibly be in the kitchen.

She took off her coat, pinned her loose hair back up, and half-knelt on the carpet to rummage through the drawers of the coffee table.

Even the earrings she thought lost two years ago were found, yet Nan Wan still couldn’t locate the item she was searching for. Only the cabinet below the television remained.

No one would leave something important where it was so conspicuously visible.

Nan Wan sighed, slowly shifted herself over, not holding much hope, but some things are just like that, the more impossible you think they are, the more likely they are to happen.

The small box she had been searching for for two hours was quietly hiding behind the photo frame.

Being placed in such a location showed just how much she disliked it at the time.

Nan Wan stared at it in a daze for several minutes before reaching out to take that extremely ordinary box.