novelraw Chapter 499 - 235. She killed someone, how can she still go home?
Chapter 499 - 235. She killed someone, how can she still go home?
Between the grinding of lips, countless emotions interweaved, enveloping her in a delicate embrace.Nan Wan stood there dazed, letting him kiss her, her scattered gaze growing increasingly blurred, as tears began to stir.
She wasn’t quite sure what she was afraid of.
Was it the fear of facing that lightless prison alone, or the fear of being separated from him...
Mu Jin Huan’s large hand cupped the woman’s small face, his lips and tongue gently lingering over hers, as if painting a precious masterpiece.
In the stunned gaze of the police, he kissed the person in his arms, oblivious to the world around him.
All eyes were concentrated on what seemed like a passionate embrace but in truth was a scene that could bring tears, so nobody noticed Mu Jin Huan’s trembling eyes.
...
The waiting hall.
The police chief’s black leather shoes disappeared from the doorway, and then the door to the lounge was closed, blocking Liu An’s view.
He wanted to pretend nothing had happened, but couldn’t ease the tension in his limbs. After pinching his thigh hard, he took the teacup over, "Madam, would you like some hot water?"
Nan Wan sat on the sofa, her head slightly lowered, but her back was straight as a rod.
Her messy long hair had been tidied and tied up again by Mu Jin Huan, though a few strands still scattered over her forehead and by her ears.
Liu An stood diagonally in front of her, clearly seeing the paleness on her beautiful face. He didn’t know if she hadn’t heard him or was lost in other thoughts, as she gave no response.
All along, the Nan Family third daughter Liu An had seen was either in a drunken stupor with smoky eyes and flirtatious glances, or a cool and aloof ice beauty, or as gentle and beautiful as a spring breeze like Mrs. Mu.
But he had never seen such a fragile version of Nan Wan, as if a gust of wind could scatter her.
It seemed as if even a slightly louder voice could harm her with its sound waves.
So, Liu An said nothing more, quietly standing by her side.
About five minutes later, a hoarse voice sounded, "Is Jiu Jiu still crying?"
"Madam, don’t worry," Liu An quickly replied respectfully, "I just called and asked. Jiu Jiu has been taken home, and Doctor Mu is comforting him. After having some milk, he fell asleep."
After he finished saying these words, silence returned to the waiting hall.
A dozen police officers stood at attention not far away, staring straight ahead, waiting for their superior’s command.
...
Uncertain how long had passed, a pair of leather shoes whose original color was indistinguishable entered her sight; Nan Wan knew they belonged to Mr. Mu.
"Shall we change our clothes first?"
A deep voice sounded above her, then her cheeks were cupped in the man’s warm palms, and a gentle kiss fell at the corner of her eye.
Mu Jin Huan’s handsome features carried a gentle smile, his gaze doting as he softly coaxed, "If we go home like this, it might scare the child."
Nan Wan slightly tilted her head, and her scattered gaze slowly found focus, allowing her to see only her reflection in the deep ocean-like eyes.
In the police car, this man patiently wiped away the bloodstains on her hands. With the dried blood in her nail beds temporarily unsolvable, all the other places that could be seen with the naked eye, he cleaned thoroughly.
Yet he still appeared in a battered state, even the dirt on his face remained.
This must be Mr. Mu’s most disheveled appearance ever...
Nan Wan’s pale eyes gradually filled with a faint smile, raising her hand to touch the dried blood on the man’s forehead wound, "Can we go home now?"
The woman’s hand hovered in mid-air, not moving closer, and Mu Jin Huan seemed not to mind, his voice as gentle as ever, "Yes, we can."
As he bent down again to kiss her, his arm swept around her waist, helping her stand up from the sofa, "To our home."
...
Liu An placed the clean clothes prepared in advance into the lounge, and after closing the door, stayed by it.
His phone vibrated in his pocket, and he saw the number on the screen. After glancing towards the policemen standing not far off, he hesitated for a few seconds before answering.
On the construction site illuminated by dozens of high lights, Secretary Tang, wearing a hard hat, was covered in dust.
In an exhausted voice, he asked, "Is everything alright?"
"The current situation is not optimistic; Madam is also in a bad state," Liu An sighed and lowered his voice, "All the evidence is unfavorable to her. It’s really difficult to handle."
Although he hadn’t witnessed what happened in that villa himself, from the words of the policemen reporting to their superior, he could tell how shocking the scene was.