novelraw Chapter 509: The study where Mu Jin Huan was located had its door kicked open by Nan Ze, who had a stern face.
Chapter 509: The study where Mu Jin Huan was located had its door kicked open by Nan Ze, who had a stern face.
Aunt Zhou was still holding onto the frame of the security door when Nan Ze kicked open the door panel and strode into the living room. His black leather shoes made a dull thud on the floor.His indifferent gaze swept across the empty living room, "Where is Mu Jin Huan?"
His voice was calm and stable, yet carried an intimidating force.
Aunt Zhou shivered and answered respectfully, "In... in the study room."
Before she could finish the word "room," a series of footsteps echoed with consistent frequency, growing distant.
Aunt Zhou secretly glanced at the stairs, feeling as though the tall figure carried a darkness capable of engulfing everything, like last night’s torrential rain.
Dressed in black, Nan Ze disappeared around the corner, followed by a loud "bang," and a few seconds later, an even heavier, deeper sound reverberated through the villa.
The servant, standing respectfully with hands clasped before her, was startled by the sound and trembled, her fingers unconsciously clenching tighter.
The first sound was probably the door being kicked, the second was likely the door being slammed.
They had been here for so long, never seeing anyone dare to lose their temper in this villa, not even Mr. Huo was so unrestrained.
Outside, the rain continued to fall, water accumulating on the roads, turning them muddy.
Shen Zhimei, who entered later, changed into slippers and leaned the dripping umbrella by the door, smiling at Aunt Zhou, who was still in a daze, "Don’t worry about it, Aunt Zhou, my third brother has something urgent."
Aunt Zhou’s wandering thoughts were pulled back, and she quickly stepped aside to clear the way, "No, no, Mrs. Nan, you’re too kind."
Shen Zhimei glanced along the path her husband took and apologized, "Sorry, you’ll have to mop the floor a couple more times."
Nan Ze didn’t even have the patience to wait for Aunt Zhou to fully open the door, let alone change shoes.
The clean wooden floor bore clear footprints, marked with mud.
The servant shook her head in response, "It’s fine, I was going to clean the living room anyway, it’s no trouble."
On a rainy day, the temperature was slightly low. Shen Zhimei, in her special condition, dressed a bit warmer than usual.
Her long hair, damp, stuck to her skin, and she raised her hand to brush it aside, "Is Wanwan in the study or the bedroom?"
As she asked, she already knew the answer; if Wanwan was in the study, there wouldn’t have been a second sound of the door slam.
"In the bedroom," Aunt Zhou closed the door, feeling increasingly uneasy but knowing she couldn’t ask more, "Madam, what would you like to drink? I’ll bring it upstairs shortly."
"Just some tea, thank you."
After that slender figure disappeared around the second-floor corner, the servant with an unhealed burn on her hand approached Aunt Zhou, covering her mouth and whispering, "Sister Zhou, what’s going on?"
Aunt Zhou frowned deeply, "I don’t know. May the Bodhisattva bless us, let’s hope nothing else happens."
"If I hadn’t gone to the hospital, I could have helped the Madam take care of the young master and not let that troublemaker exploit the situation."
"Ah, it’s not your fault. Who could have guessed? Let’s not talk about it anymore, go make some tea."
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"Wanwan, I’m coming in."
Shen Zhimei symbolically knocked twice before pushing open the door without waiting for a response.
The three figures on the carpet looked over simultaneously.
Nan Wan was momentarily stunned upon seeing Shen Zhimei at the doorway.
But upon reflection, the two loud sounds that had scared An Ge moments ago, aside from third brother and Huo Yihan, no one else could dare to make such noise in this house.
They would find out sooner or later.
Her second glance fell on Shen Zhimei’s flat belly.
She withdrew her gaze, gently accompanying Pea in counting the raindrops on the floor-to-ceiling window, "You went out to play, and something seems different about you now."
Of course, it was just pointing; after all, the Pea Princess found crawling difficult, let alone counting as a skill.
Maybe she just found it novel, or it was because Mr. Jiu Jiu had occupied their mother nearly the entire day, and now she was vying for attention.
Shen Zhimei blinked and walked over to sit on the carpet.
Without even thinking of a plausible reason, she casually replied, "I meant to tell you, but the scenery in New Zealand was so beautiful, I got distracted."
Right now, it was past 7 PM; twelve hours ago, she was still in New Zealand.
"What’s going on with our Jiu Jiu?" Shen Zhimei held Jiu Jiu, who was sitting beside her, and gently touched their foreheads, playfully teasing the child, "You’re not very happy today, did Mom mistreat you?"
Jiu Jiu wasn’t shy with strangers, and even though Shen Zhimei came rarely during this period, the first time she held Jiu Jiu, he giggled happily.