novelraw Chapter 512 - 238. The study where Mu Jin Huan was located had its door kicked open by Nan Ze, who had a stern expression. _4
Chapter 512 - 238. The study where Mu Jin Huan was located had its door kicked open by Nan Ze, who had a stern expression. _4
Song Zhi Nian’s gaze moved from Nan Ze to Mu Jin Huan. The two men, both outwardly calm yet harboring turbulent undercurrents, had identical dark eyes—the former was calmer, while the latter, evidently concerned about his wife’s emotions, hid the heaviness between his brows deeply.When one possesses untouchable vulnerabilities, they become more timid.
His gaze passed over Shen Zhimei, who was bowed and lost in thought, and finally rested upon Nan Wan’s face, whose delicate features had dominated the entertainment headlines for half a year. She didn’t have the anticipated unease.
Indeed, she was Nan Ze’s sister, her innate resilience unwavering.
Always, she had wielded a scalpel, rescuing patients from Ghost Gate and bringing them back to life as Doctor Nan.
Yet last night, she had held a military knife, plunged it into someone’s heart, watched as the breathing weakened bit by bit, watched the person depart this world...’a murderer’.
Even so, she remained Nan Ze’s sister, Mu Jin Huan’s wife, and the mother of two children.
Song Zhi Nian opened his laptop, typing the password with his slender fingers, his voice steady, "Yes, Mrs. Mu, we will believe what you say."
Previously, he had always followed Xu Moyi, calling her ’sis’.
This ’Mrs. Mu,’ though creating distance between them, uttered the most crucial words.
[We will believe.]
These words had never been said to Nan Wan by anyone, not even Mu Jin Huan and Nan Ze.
He had encountered countless cases; only lawyers understood defendants’ inner hearts.
Nan Wan’s fingers, unconsciously clenched within her sleeve, gradually relaxed. She felt Mu Jin Huan’s warm palm holding hers, the heat reaching her skin, her gaze clear.
Lips slightly parted, she began to narrate.
...
Jiu Jiu took medicine and slept soundly.
Lively Pea hadn’t exhausted her energy today, and after eating her fill, she was exuberant. Aunt Zhou accompanied her through nearly all her toys, only then did she yawn, drowsily entering dreamland.
The bedroom door remained closed.
Aunt Zhou quietly descended the stairs, and after a quick dinner with two other servants, she washed and chopped the ingredients for the dishes Mrs. Mu made regularly, arranging them neatly on plates.
Returning to her room, before closing the door, she heard footsteps descending the stairs.
Messy and chaotic, it sounded like several people descending simultaneously.
The servant responsible for caring for the children was in the nursery, another was cleaning the greenhouse; the living room was empty, prompting Aunt Zhou to hurriedly open the door and respectfully stand aside.
Song Zhi Nian, carrying his briefcase, looked solemnly at Nan Ze beside him, saying, "I will do my utmost; the results are still uncertain."
To the police and the court, evidence is the foremost priority in defense.
Nan Ze’s expression remained unchanged, "I want the best outcome."
His long legs didn’t pause as he walked to the entryway, bending over to retrieve Shen Zhimei’s shoes from the shoe rack, half-squatting.
His indifferent voice softened slightly, "Hold onto me."
Shen Zhimei was emotionally unwell; indeed, every bit of her nerves was in disarray.
In the New Zealand hotel, her husband had spoken briefly with her; she hadn’t anticipated such circumstances.
She forgot Song Zhi Nian and Aunt Zhou stood behind her; upon hearing her husband’s words, her hand unconsciously rested on his shoulder.
She remained in a haze, her slippers already replaced.
The door closed, leaving Song Zhi Nian alone in the living room. He turned to look at the four rows of footprints left on the clean wooden floor, his own and Nan Ze’s.
"I’m sorry, I was in a hurry and forgot to change shoes."
"It’s all right, I haven’t cleaned today; I’ll mop it later," Aunt Zhou replied respectfully, preemptively opening the front door, "Take care, sir."
...
The bedroom returned to silence.
Outside the window was a night scene with scattered lights in the distance, the rain seemed to have stopped though water droplets remained on the glass, enhancing the night view like a filter.
Nan Wan picked up her phone to check the time, speaking softly, "It’s almost nine, you must be hungry; I didn’t ask Aunt Zhou to cook. Could Mr. Mu patiently wait for me another half hour?"
Mu Jin Huan wrapped his arm around the woman’s slender waist; in just a day and night, she seemed to have lost a dress size.
His jaw rested in her shoulder hollow, thin lips by her ear, his voice hoarse and gentle, "Do you want to cook for me personally?"
The man’s warm breath fell entirely into her ear, with fleeting kisses entangled on her skin, causing a tickling sensation.
Nan Wan shrank back, raising her hand to block the man’s impending lips, lightly laughing; her laughter was delicate, especially lovely in this quiet night.
Just as in countless previous times.
Her exquisite brows and eyes were filled with Wen Wan’s smile, "Yes, I lazed the whole day, my bones are sore; cooking a few dishes counts as exercise."
Upon reflection, it seemed she hadn’t cooked for over a month.
"So Mrs. Mu is feeling pain from idleness," Mu Jin Huan chuckled softly, long fingers lifting the woman’s chin, deliberatively lowering his voice, "Then ought you consider another form of ’exercise,’ hmm?"
The raised tone curled with ambiguity.
The man’s voice was imbued with sensual hoarseness, conveying words heavily laden with implications; even his calloused hand started to misbehave, yet...those deep eyes bore no sensuality.
Nan Wan innocently blinked, retorting, "How can one have strength without eating?"
Her expression was unflinching, but her words carried unspoken meaning.
Mu Jin Huan laughed softly, kissing the slightly chilled hand he held, lightly biting, then kissing the pair of shallow teeth marks.
Classic: a slap followed by a sweet reward, inducing toothache.
Suddenly lifted, Nan Wan instinctively encircled the man’s neck, deliberately stretching her tone with a frown, "Not letting me eat is maltreatment—Mr. Mu’s bedding might deteriorate, right?"
"How could I bear it?" The door was ajar; Mu Jin Huan nudged it open with his toe, eyes filled with indulgent warmth, "Mrs. Mu must have her fill; otherwise, stopping ’exercise’ midway would be disappointing."
Nan Wan, "..."
Aunt Zhou, mopping the living room floor, watched as the sir carried the madam downstairs, each step slow, seemingly...reluctant to let go.
When the madam cooked, the sir leaned against the kitchen doorframe, neither helping nor speaking, only watching intently as she busied herself.
As she occasionally went to the dining room for items, she instinctively glanced towards the kitchen; the sir’s eyes held emotions she couldn’t grasp.
This dinner spanned a lengthy duration.
During which the servants mopped the living room floor twice; organized the study where scattered books and ash returned to their rightful places; visited the nursery to tuck in two sleeping little ones; fed meals to Barton; and checked the backyard to see if it continued raining...
Before returning to her room, Aunt Zhou overheard the couple still chatting about routine matters; she even heard the madam’s laughter.
Seemingly reluctant to waste even a second when they could still see each other.