Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love

Chapter 431 - 215. The woman Mu Jinqian brought back to the Mu Family is Qingqing’s biological mother.

A year ago, Emperor Lu was so drunk he could barely walk, yet he still managed to avoid the paparazzi and delivered a birthday gift for Nan Wan’s twenty-sixth, though it was a few days late.At that time, he ran straight into Mr. Mu.

The unpleasant damp smell in the living room had almost dissipated, so Nan Wan closed the window halfway, leaving just a fist-wide gap. With the heat turned up, it wasn’t cold.

The storm came quickly and left just as fast.

In the quiet living room, only the light ’drip-drop’ sound of rain falling from the eaves onto the windowsill could be heard.

Nan Wan sat on the sofa, a blanket over her legs. She gazed at the box for a long time before slowly opening it.

One by one, the colorful candies were just like those she had stored in her memories.

Kept for too long, some candies had already melted, their syrup sticking stubbornly to the wrappers. Nan Wan was patient, and the cartoon-printed wrappers she peeled off remained intact.

Even by the sixteenth piece, she still couldn’t taste any sweetness.

"Lu Li, goodbye."

Her voice was barely audible.

...

Late at night, the rain had stopped. Only one window in the entire apartment building was still lit.

Mu Jin Huan leaned against his car, holding a lit cigarette between his well-defined fingers. The bluish smoke drifted over his cuffs, across the buttons on his shirt, finally blending into the damp air.

Occasionally, he checked his phone for the time, occasionally he lifted his gaze to the lit window.

His cold, resolute features showed no emotion, but the furrow between his brows never relaxed, and his eyes were darker than usual.

What is she doing?

Is she crying...

For as long as that light stayed on, he watched, from the boundless darkness until the dawn broke white on the horizon.

The cigarette butts underfoot were scattered in various directions, too many to count at a glance.

Mu Jin Huan checked the time, took some spare clothes from the trunk, changed inside the car, and used mouthwash three times, the fresh mint flavor covering the smell of tobacco.

When he got out of the car, he was back to his usual neat and meticulous appearance, his handsome face showing no signs of exhaustion from a sleepless night.

He strode up the stairs.

Hearing a knock on the door, an understated smile appeared at the corners of Nan Wan’s lips as she walked out of the kitchen to open the door. "Why are you here so early?"

It was only one night, yet to Mu Jin Huan, it felt as if a century had passed.

He remained outside, pulling her into his embrace, resting his chin in the crook of her shoulder. His voice was husky and magnetic, "Couldn’t sleep, just wanted to bring Mrs. Mu home."

The faint scent of lilies lingered in his nose, the warmth of her body in his arms making everything feel real.

The man’s warm breath tickled her neck, causing Nan Wan to shrink back involuntarily, but he held her too tightly for her to move.

"I never said I wasn’t going back," she replied, her voice light and pleasant, "Breakfast is just ready; let’s eat before we leave."

The air did indeed carry the fragrance of corn porridge.

Mu Jin Huan loosened his grip around her waist and furrowed his handsome brow, "You don’t want to live with me anymore, so you’re plotting to murder your husband?"

She hadn’t come over for so long; everything here was leftover from before and must have expired by now. How could they eat that?

"I borrowed everything from the neighbor," Nan Wan replied, giving him a sideways glance, "Even if we get poisoned, wouldn’t I be with you?"

Mu Jin Huan’s face darkened, "How old are you? Why do you talk about ’death’ as easily as Qingqing?"

Nan Wan stood on tiptoe to kiss the man’s lips, "I’m sorry, I misspoke."

It seemed like she was trying to act cute and win his favor.

Mu Jin Huan glanced at her, then stepped into the apartment, "Staying out all night is not something I want to see again."

Nan Wan smiled and followed him, wrapping her arm around his as they walked to the dining room, her voice soft, "Understood, Mr. Mu."

This scene in Aunt Zhao’s eyes was undoubtedly like a young couple reconciling after a quarrel.

She shook her head and sighed, "Tsk, young people sure love the drama."

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As soon as they entered the gate, Mu Jin Huan noticed the unusual atmosphere in the air. His arm around Nan Wan’s lower back tightened slightly.

All the servants were gathered in the courtyard, whispering to each other in small groups, covering their mouths as they talked.

Seeing the two, the butler immediately cleared his throat twice and signaled with his eyes for those facing away from the door to quiet down.

He quickly walked over, nodded politely, and said respectfully, "Second Young Master, Second Young Madam."