Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love

Chapter 514 - 239. Sentenced the reporter Nan Wan to 9 months of fixed-term imprisonment.

Nine months...The result of two people who loved her the most, giving it their all.

The handcuffs around Nan Wan’s wrist were temporarily unlocked, and the two police officers holding her arms took two steps back. She knew it was because of Nan Ze’s cold and indifferent gaze.

If that wasn’t her closest third brother, she might have felt a bit afraid too.

Xu Shuyu shook off Nan Chengzhi, who was supporting her, staggered over, and held Nan Wan tightly. "Nannan, you have to eat well. If your stomach hurts, make sure to say something. Now that it’s hot, you should drink more water every day. When it gets colder, don’t forget to add more clothes, and... and..."

There was so much more she wanted to advise, but her voice was choked with sobs and unable to continue.

Nan Wan’s eyebrows and eyes carried a gentle, serene smile as she gently wiped the moisture from the corner of the old lady’s eyes with her finger. She did not have a tissue, and such a simple action couldn’t stop the continuous flow of tears.

She embraced the old lady’s trembling body, gently replying, "Don’t worry, Grandma. I’ve remembered everything you said, and I’ll be very obedient."

"Good, good..."

Xu Shuyu couldn’t bear to let go of her granddaughter’s hand. In the end, she almost fainted, and it was Nan Chengzhi who forcibly pried her tightly held hand open and led her aside to sit down and rest.

He smoothed his mother’s back with his palm, his eyes turning to his daughter, who was always smiling, as if there were a thousand words that couldn’t be spoken.

Suddenly, he seemed to recall the time when his daughter first learned to speak, calling him "Daddy" in a babyish voice and feeding him cookies meant for infants.

The giggling little girl grew into a graceful young lady, and then into a mature, lonely age.

During those times, as a father, he had never paid attention. When he suddenly realized, she had become a solitary and desolate person.

She was only in her twenties but seemed to have experienced a lifetime.

Nan Chengzhi felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if it was being crushed by a needle board.

Nan Wan seemed to sense Nan Chengzhi’s heavy, sorrowful gaze, her eyes meeting his through the crowd.

Although she said nothing to him, the smile in her eyes was already the best response to Nan Chengzhi.

Nan Wan withdrew her gaze and looked at Mr. and Mrs. Mu.

"Dad, Mom, these months, I’ll trouble you to take care of Jiu Jiu and An Ge. Mu Huan is usually quite busy, and if he works overtime too late, I’ll have to bother you to call and reprimand him."

Mu Libei, who was leaning on a cane, nodded, slightly trembling as he lightly patted Nan Wan’s shoulder. "Don’t worry, don’t worry..."

It seemed, apart from those simple words, he could say nothing else.

Cheng Shihong, who always appeared as a smart and sharp businesswoman, had moist eyes at this moment, even her voice was much softer. "The two children are treasures of the Mu Family, and we won’t let anyone mistreat them one bit."

Nan Wan smiled warmly and said, "Okay."

Shen Zhimei could no longer bear to watch, turned her eyes away, hiding all her emotions in her slightly restrained eyes.

If you want to pick the most beautiful flowers, you have to walk step by step over the thorns in front of them. There will be blood, and it will hurt, but what you gain in the end is something that those afraid of pain can never reach.

This is an eternal truth.

Wanwan, my dearest friend, may nine months later, God grant you peace in this world, and a harmonious family.

Shen Zhimei turned her eyes away from Nan Wan; Nan Wan gave a helpless smile and looked at Nan Ze, who hadn’t said a word from beginning to end.

Her lips trembled slightly, as if she had a thousand words to say, but in the end, she only called him, "Third Brother..."

She really wanted to say sorry.

But she knew, to say those three words would only cause him pain.

Nan Ze’s deep eyes were dark as ink, with a faint layer of frost hovering around him. He stepped forward with his long legs and wrapped Nan Wan in his arms.

"Wanwan, we will all wait for you."

His low voice was slightly hoarse, like it had been eroded by excessive tobacco.

Nan Wan looked sidelong at Shen Zhimei, who still barely acknowledged her, smiled slightly, and replied, "...Okay."

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The female prisoner who entered the same day as Nan Wan had already had her hair cut and was led out of the room by the prison guards.

However, the prison guard responsible for cutting Nan Wan’s hair just stood behind the chair with scissors, hesitating to start.

Nan Wan raised her head, no longer looking at the ill-fitting gray prison uniform she wore, her gaze resting on the reflection in the mirror.

She smiled softly, her voice gentle, "Go ahead and cut. My hair grows fast, and if I want to grow it out again in the future, it will be easy."