Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love

Chapter 473 - 229. So it turned out to be a quarrel..._2

Pea, of course, didn’t understand, only found it ticklish and giggled, ’giggle giggle’.Crisp and lively.

Nan Wan couldn’t help but kiss her. Hearing such a healing laugh every day, even if exhausted, felt worth it.

The doorbell rang, and the maid, who was cooking lunch in the kitchen, quickly put down her work and jogged to the door to open it.

Who in Qing City doesn’t know Huo Yihan.

The maid took out a pair of clean slippers from the shoe cabinet, placed them at the entrance, then turned to Nan Wan and said, "Madam, it’s Mr. Huo."

Nan Wan’s expression didn’t change; her delicate features were enveloped in a gentle smile as she entertained Pea with a little rubber duck.

Just her voice was a bit light, "Hmm, you carry on."

Huo Yihan had no mood to change shoes; he kicked the slippers blocking his way aside, walking into the living room with hands in pockets.

The maid made tea and placed it on the coffee table in the living room, then returned to the kitchen.

The pair of black leather shoes stopped outside the area with the cashmere carpet, and Nan Wan faintly glanced over, not looking at him anymore.

Just worried that Mr. Jiu Jiu sitting on the carpet would accidentally touch the teacup, she first put Pea into the cradle, then picked up her son and sat him on the sofa.

"He’s in the study upstairs."

Huo Yihan stood tall in the center of the living room, expressionless, not even a trace of warmth in his captivating eyes, "I’m not here for Mu Huan, I’m here for you."

This was interesting...

Nan Wan paused, then chuckled softly, "Between us, there seems to be nothing that would require you to come to my home for a talk."

Aunt Zhou tidied up the greenhouse downstairs, and Nan Wan asked her to take the tired Pea Princess to the nursery for a nap.

Mr. Jiu Jiu’s routine differed from Pea’s; he was still energetic, playing with a toy car in Nan Wan’s arms.

Even with a child present, Huo Yihan’s expression wasn’t pleasant, "If you could spare some time to answer a call, I wouldn’t have to waste my time coming here."

The surface of his dark eyes was calm, as if he was holding back patience and temper.

"Did you call me?" Nan Wan reached for the coffee table, grabbed the phone with its back facing up, unlocked it, and glanced symbolically, "Sorry, I didn’t hear it."

Though she said ’sorry’, there wasn’t a hint of apology.

The call log showed Huo Yihan had called six times consecutively.

The aloof Mr. Jiu Jiu drooled a little, which quite affected his image. After casually tossing the phone back on the table, Nan Wan grabbed a soft tissue to wipe her son’s mouth.

Casually asked, "Mr. Huo, coming in with such hostility, what urgent matter is there with me?"

Whether she didn’t hear or deliberately didn’t answer, Huo Yihan didn’t even need to think to know.

Expressionless, he pulled out his phone from the pocket of his suit pants, found her number, and dialed.

On weekends during the day, Nan Wan’s phone neither turns off nor mutes, and a not-so-soft ringtone sounded in the quiet living room.

This sound caught Jiu Jiu’s attention, but he only glanced before ignoring it and continued playing with his toys.

Huo Yihan coldly chuckled, cut off the call, "Are you deaf?"

Nan Wan remained composed, her face showing no embarrassment from having her lie directly exposed by his actions, she calmly retorted, "Am I supposed to carry my phone everywhere without having any other matters?"

Love is about timing, not first come, first served, but arriving just at the right moment.

A second late, and a lifetime’s fate may be missed.

Huo Yihan wasn’t patient to play word games with her, his stern features were cold as if ready to drip water, "Where’s Xu Moyi?"

It felt like the most silent storm before a typhoon.

Nan Wan didn’t doubt that if her husband weren’t Mu Jin Huan, if she hadn’t been holding Mu Family’s grandson, this man might have strangled her asking.

Looking at him in that state, she almost believed... he truly liked Mo Yi.

And not for that selfish disgusting possessiveness.

Her delicate features were gently beautiful, and she said lightly, "I don’t know, Mo Yi hasn’t contacted me recently."

At the deepest point, Huo Yihan’s eyes stirred with dark desires, his thin lips pressed into a line, and the knuckles of the hand holding the phone turned pale.

His deep voice was markedly displeased and irritated, "Nan Wan, when I’m speaking nicely, don’t act unreasonably."

As soon as he finished, an equally displeased voice chimed in, "Who are you calling unreasonable?"