Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love

Chapter 488 - 232. Yu Qinglu held a dagger emitting a cold white glow and slowly approached Nan Wan.

But don’t worry, this time, I won’t forgive you so easily.Even if you voluntarily sleep in the study for a week, it won’t work.

"Yes, that’s right, indeed I am the one who is wishful thinking, but I can’t hate myself," Yu Qinglu nodded in agreement, leisurely playing with the dagger in her hand, "who asked Mu Huan to like you?"

Nan Wan sneered, "Are you jealous of me?"

"More than just jealous," Yu Qinglu didn’t deny it at all, "whenever I see a picture of you and him standing together in the news, I feel so suffocated I can’t breathe."

What she said was actually a bit exaggerated, but it had been a long time since she had been this happy, and Mrs. Mu was looking as if she wished she could leave immediately, so she told a joke to make Mrs. Mu relax a bit.

Yes, it was a joke.

Knowing it would be difficult to leave easily, Nan Wan sat down on the sofa with Jiu Jiu in her arms, her scraped knee, once the blood coagulated and cracked due to harsh movements, continued to bleed, coagulate, and turn dark against her fair skin.

"I’m really sorry, Mu Huan and I have already forgotten about you."

Jiu Jiu seemed hungry or perhaps bothered by something, began to squirm restlessly in Nan Wan’s arms, and Nan Wan gently soothed her son, her delicate brows showing the tender love of a mother.

Yu Qinglu looked at Nan Wan for a long time, then showed a meaningful smile, her voice so low only she could hear, "It’s okay, I will make him remember me for a lifetime."

As long as he sees Nan Wan, Mu Jinhuan will think of her.

Which means, for however long Nan Wan lives, Mu Jinhuan will remember her.

That way, she didn’t come to this cold world for nothing.

She stepped over to sit on the couch opposite, pointing at the two cups of tea on the coffee table with the tip of the dagger, and said slowly, "The tea will get cold, feel free to pick a cup to drink."

Nan Wan looked at the two nearly identical cups of tea, her face calm, and asked lightly, "Poisoned?"

"Yes," Yu Qinglu nodded with a smile, "one cup is poisoned, the other isn’t, it’s up to your luck, the one you leave is mine."

By being so forthright, Nan Wan wouldn’t suspect the tea of being problematic.

"Let Jiu Jiu play aside, he really likes that rattle," Yu Qinglu said as she saw her drink half of the tea, then picked up the other cup, sipping from it, "before Mu Huan comes to pick you up, we can have a good chat."

Nan Wan knew well, since Yu Qinglu hadn’t harmed a hair on her son’s head before she came, she certainly wouldn’t now.

She just couldn’t grasp what Yu Qinglu was stalling for, in the end.

It couldn’t be just a simple wish to see Mu Jinhuan, that would be too foolish.

Having calmed down the restless Jiu Jiu, Nan Wan set her son on the sofa, then picked up the rattle that had fallen to the floor for her son to play with.

Looking up, she calmly faced Yu Qinglu drinking tea across from her, "What do you want to talk about?"

In the living room, where the air conditioning wasn’t on, Yu Qinglu held a cup of steaming tea, yet didn’t feel hot, or perhaps, since the day Mu Jinhuan got married, her world had been nothing but a cold winter full of drifting snow.

She continued to take small sips from the cup, each time drinking just a little, with the grace of a lady of a noble family.

Tilting her head in thought for a moment, she smiled and said, "I’m actually quite curious about how you two met."

"Did Miss Yu forget," Nan Wan chuckled softly, her hand on her lap silently moving behind her, only to find that her jeans shorts pocket didn’t have a phone.

Her hand paused for just a moment, then naturally reached to pick up the rattle Jiu Jiu had thrown away, "Mu Huan and I were able to meet, and for that, I have to thank you."

As she spoke, her gaze slowly roamed around the living room.

Yu Qinglu stared at her, then after a moment, unsure, she asked in a low voice, "Is it... is it this house?"

She only knew that the Yu Family’s old house was sold by her father to Nan Chengzhi, and by the time Mu Huan returned to Qing City from prison, she was just an orphan with nothing.

Back then, she didn’t directly say she wanted to take back the Yu Family’s old house, occasionally just mentioning childhood stories unintentionally, wise as he was, he naturally understood what she desired.

So, was it she... the one who indirectly caused Nan Wan to meet him?

"You could say that," Nan Wan’s beautiful face had already regained its usual elegance and calm, smiling gently, "although we had a few encounters before, neither of us left a particular impression, it doesn’t count."

Hearing Nan Wan’s words, the corners of Yu Qinglu’s lips gradually curled into a self-mocking smile.

This unpredictable destiny...

She drank another sip of tea and murmured softly, "I originally thought it was because of Nan Ze’s connection, but I never expected it was me..."

It was herself who pushed the man she loved for decades towards another woman.

"Yes, which is why I have to thank you for letting me..." Nan Wan’s unfinished sentence was suddenly cut off.

She had been smiling, but as she reached out for the tissue on the coffee table to wipe her sweat, she found something strange happening to her body; she felt weak and was having difficulty even raising her arm.

Her pupils widened, looking at Yu Qinglu in disbelief, "You..."

It was the tea, but didn’t Yu Qinglu drink it too?

"Don’t worry, it’s not anything that will harm your body greatly," Yu Qinglu reassured her with a smile, putting down the teacup, taking the military dagger, and standing up, "you drank earlier than me, and more, so your reaction is naturally faster."

The time is almost up.

Nan Wan was almost slumped on the sofa, her face somewhat pale, her heartbeat gradually speeding up.

The strands of hair soaked in sweat all stuck to her skin, the shirt collar askew, the back of her hand swollen red, the scraped knee where the blood had dried black, as if she had just escaped a disaster.

Nan Wan watched as Yu Qinglu slowly approached, her sight blurred by sweat, her consciousness gradually starting to drift.

Clenching her teeth, she attempted to let the pain bring back her sanity, breathing heavily, "Yu... Yu Qinglu, think clearly, once you start, you can’t turn back."

"I’ve thought about it for months, clearly," Yu Qinglu looked at her, laughing softly.

As if not wanting the dirty blood to stain such a cute child, she moved Jiu Jiu to the couch beside her.

Finally, she gently stroked Jiu Jiu’s face, "Be good baby, your dad will come to pick you up soon."

Then, she turned back to face Nan Wan, drawing out the dagger.