novelraw Chapter 507 - 237.3
Chapter 507 - 237.3
As the room door closed, the deepest dark undertones hidden within his placid and deep eyes began to surge....
New Zealand.
At eight in the morning, the soft sunlight filtered through the tree shadows into the room, warm and beautiful.
The phone on the table vibrated, and Shen Zhimei instinctively looked over, but the glare prevented her from seeing anything.
But as she was nestled on the sofa feeding her daughter, it was really inconvenient to move. "Third Brother, your phone is ringing."
During breakfast, Jiashu had spilled milk all over himself, and although Nan Ze was helpless yet serious, he still took his son to the bathroom for a bath after returning to the room.
Nan Ze was cold on the outside and just as cold inside; all his patience was exhausted during the ten years he waited for Shen Zhimei.
Even his own son didn’t receive a bit of it.
Upon hearing his wife’s voice, he draped the towel over Jiashu’s head, his expression unchanged, and said, "You’re not a three-year-old anymore. Can’t even bathe yourself? Aren’t you ashamed? Wipe yourself."
With his vision obscured by the towel, Jiashu, surrounded by darkness, went silent, "..."
He’s only five, isn’t he still a baby?
Passing by a shelf, Nan Ze casually picked up a coat and draped it over Shen Zhimei’s shoulders as he walked to her side.
His gaze lingered only for a second on the soft snow-colored skin faintly exposed to the air before discreetly looking away. He swallowed with a visible movement of his throat, "Who called?"
The sunlight was somewhat glaring.
"I don’t know, I didn’t look," Shen Zhimei, worried about her daughter’s eyes being uncomfortable, adjusted her collar and placed her daughter in the cradle, then lazily leaned on the man’s shoulder.
"Mu Jin Huan?" She glanced nonchalantly at his phone screen, seemingly a bit surprised, then chuckled softly, "That’s quite rare."
Although they were friends long ago, ever since Nan Ze woke up and discovered that Mu Jin Huan had taken advantage of the situation to marry his sister, he had all sorts of disapproval.
He even remarked how it was already decent if they exchanged a few cordial calls and didn’t plot against each other in person.
Half embracing the woman’s shoulder, Nan Ze’s deep-set features remained even, as he answered the call with a calm voice, "Calling me in the dead of night without sleeping, it better be something huge."
It was a sunny morning in New Zealand, yet Qing City should be amidst a sweet dream-filled night.
When Mu Jin Huan called him, apart from Nan Wan, it was either work-related matters, though the latter was more likely.
With the type of possessive drive Mr. Mu had, he certainly disliked other men meddling in Mrs. Mu’s affairs, even if it was her biological brother.
Besides, in a peaceful era, Mrs. Mu wouldn’t stir up issues that even Mu Jin Huan couldn’t handle.
Regarding her husband’s work matters, Shen Zhimei never intervened. Uncomfortable with leaving her son alone in the bathroom, she pulled away from the man’s arm wrapped around her shoulders, and got up to head towards the bathroom.
However, just as her hand gripped the doorknob, a steady yet intensely fierce deep voice rang out from behind.
"Mu Jin Huan, repeat that to me again, damn it."
Shen Zhimei knew that when men spoke, a certain something was inevitable, but he had never uttered a crude word before her.
Turning back, from her perspective, the man’s thin lips were slightly pursed, and his handsome face was extremely grim.
She didn’t know what Mu Jin Huan said on the other end of the line, but he didn’t respond with a single word, his knuckles gripping the phone turned white.
Even bathed in sunlight, Shen Zhimei could distinctly sense the man’s gradually emanating chill.
What has happened...?
Nan Ze’s dark eyes were as deep as a tranquil pool, like a silent panther lurking in the shadows, signaling danger and death.
After hanging up on Mu Jin Huan, without a moment’s pause, he dialed the assistant’s number directly, "Book me the earliest flight back to Qing City."
He paused briefly for a few seconds, breaking his previous thought, "Book three, yes, the earliest flight today."
When he concluded the call and walked over, Shen Zhimei was still clueless about the situation, her tone slightly uneasy as she asked, "Wha-what happened?"
He had arranged the company’s matters a while back, agreeing to return after half a month.
"Something happened with Wanwan," within Nan Ze’s eyes lay an intense fierceness, but he didn’t let any of it slip. His voice was calm, "I don’t feel at ease leaving you and the child here. Next year, I’ll come back with you; stay as long as you want, okay?"
He should have long dealt with that Yu Qinglu; even if she was the daughter of an old friend of Nan Chengzhi’s, it wouldn’t mean anything. He was never one with a soft heart.