Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love

Chapter 516 - 239. Sentenced the reporter Nan Wan to 9 months of fixed-term imprisonment.

The sun for morning, the moon for evening, you for day after day....

The third day.

It’s a simple and understandable modern poem:

The day you came, spring also arrived.

The scenery was just right.

...

The fourth day, the fifth day...

From then on, every day when the sky started to lighten, Nan Wan would begin to yearn for the first ray of sunshine to fall through that tiny window.

Because, at daybreak, the door shackled by layers of iron chains would open.

The prison guard would bring an envelope that could help her get through this long day.

Over time, the quiet cellmate would pretend to ask casually, "Is it your husband writing to you? Does he... love you very much?"

From day to night, she would hold the letter paper and read it over and over.

Even though there were only a few words on the paper, how could she read it all day long?

In the deep autumn weather, although the sunlight was soft, the time spent in the prison was much shorter than in the summer.

According to the regulations, wedding rings were not allowed to be worn, but the leader specifically instructed that during inspections, the prison guards would turn a blind eye to the necklace on Nan Wan’s neck.

The necklace, with a pendant shaped like a red bean and strung with her wedding ring.

Nan Wan also wouldn’t cause them any trouble, keeping the necklace hidden in her collar, never taking it out.

At this moment, she sat at the bedside, looking at the brown paper with love poems written on it, her shoulder-length hair tucked behind her ears, revealing a delicate profile with a gentle and serene smile in her eyes.

With her fingers lightly tracing the shape of the ring through the rough fabric, she answered the cellmate’s question, "Yes, very much."

Nine months would pass quickly.

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In the study, only a desk lamp was lit, and the lighting was dim.

The figure standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window was slender, upright, silent, and lonely, almost blending in with the dark hues outside the window.

Aunt Zhou quietly placed the teacup on the desk and tiptoed out of the study.

Sir was becoming more silent with each passing day.

Except for particularly important social engagements, he would come home from work punctually every day, the first thing being to take out his phone and point at the photo of his wife on the screen, quizzing young master Mr. Jiu Jiu and Miss Pea on who it was.

After hearing the two childish sounds of ’Mama,’ Sir would reward each of them with a candy.

A few days ago, Sir had her write down the recipes for his wife’s favorite dishes in a notebook. Tonight, Sir learned to make honey-glazed yam, and it tasted very good, but he did not taste a single bite himself.

The backyard was full of lilies, in full bloom, and every morning, the light breeze would bring waves of floral fragrance into the living room.

Aunt Zhou knew this was Madam’s favorite flower.

Previously, when Sir was in a hurry to go to the company, he wouldn’t have breakfast with Madam, but now even if the secretary was sweating anxiously, he would sit in the dining room, waiting until Mr. Jiu Jiu and Pea finished eating before going to work.

Sir had her change all the breakfast coffee to tea because Madam had said that tea was better for the body.

When not working on the weekends, Sir would play with the two children. The wooden horse in the nursery and the swing in the backyard were both hand-made by Sir himself.

When work was busy, Sir would stay in the study all night, and when she got up at midnight to make tea and bring it to the study, Sir was lying on a desk covered in documents, seemingly only sleeping for a few minutes out of exhaustion.

If she accidentally made a noise when closing the door, the lightly sleeping Sir would wake up from the dream and call his wife’s name with a hoarse voice, "Wanwan?"

However, the only response he received was the despairing silence.

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On the first birthday of Jiu Jiu, Mu Jin Huan did not invite anyone, not even his own parents, as usual, promptly leaving work at six o’clock.

But when he got home, the living room was filled with an extremely lively atmosphere.

"Brother-in-law, why are you just getting back now?" Xu Moyi was putting a crown on Jiu Jiu, complaining in an exaggerated manner, "We’ve been waiting for you for over two hours."

It felt like if Mu Jin Huan didn’t come back soon, she would starve to death.

Sitting next to her, Shen Zhimei mercilessly exposed her, "Have you even been here for twenty minutes?"

"Ugh!" Xu Moyi glared at her, then switched to a particularly cheeky smile while coaxing the siblings, "Jiu Jiu, An Ge, let’s not like her anymore, okay, since we’re so cute?"

Does Shen Zhimei feel like she’ll die if her face isn’t slapped for a day?

Mr. Jiu Jiu, who a month ago had already mastered many words, shook his head to refuse Xu Moyi’s suggestion, "No, no!"

Although still possessing a high and cold demeanor, his little voice was enough to melt everyone in the room.

Xu Moyi, feeling dejected, fell onto the sofa, provoking Pea Princess to giggle, crawling with her limbs towards the edge of the sofa, blinking adorably for a hug, "Papa... hold..."

Mu Jin Huan changed his shoes, glanced indifferently at the people in the living room, and let his gaze linger a few seconds longer on Jiu Jiu, who was occupied with a new toy.

He walked over with long strides, bent down, and picked up his daughter.

Mu Qingqing lay on the dining table drooling over the cream cake, just about to lick it when Mu Jinqian, who passed by, scooped her into his arms, leaving her completely despairing.

Mu Jinqian placed the brewed teacup on the coffee table, smiled at Mu Jin Huan, and said, "Mom and Dad are cooking in the kitchen, you should go upstairs and change clothes first."

Mu Jin Huan’s sharply defined features didn’t show much emotion, as if the warm hustle and bustle of the room had never truly reached his heart, and he only responded softly, "Hmm."

The Pea Princess, who had been put on the bed to sit, was extremely restless and, before Mu Jin Huan could finish changing clothes and come out of the bathroom, had already crawled to the edge of the bed.

Continuously calling ’Papa, Papa,’ she embodied an undeniably charming little rascal.

She was too clingy, completely unlike Jiu Jiu. Mu Jin Huan seemed to have long figured out his daughter’s style, exiting the bathroom without even fastening his shirt properly.

"An Ge, tell Daddy," he bent down and picked up the cheerful Pea, pointing at the wedding photo on the bed head, "Who is this?"

This scene repeated so many times that Pea Princess answered without even looking, "...Mama."

Mu Jin Huan gazed focusedly at the wedding photo.

In the photo, Nan Wan, in a white wedding dress, tilted her head against his shoulder, her exquisite features showing a gentle smile, seemingly looking at him too.

For a long time, the corners of Mu Jin Huan’s stern lips formed a gentle arc.

Wanwan, every day you’re not here is very long...

Jiu Jiu is three months older than An Ge; when he calls Mama, his words are clearer, and any photo of yours, he recognizes.

When you return home, Pea should have also improved a bit compared to now.

The sound of knocking brought Mu Jin Huan back from his thoughts, Xu Moyi leaned on the door frame wailing, "Brother-in-law, are you doing makeup? The dishes are going to get cold."

Mu Jin Huan walked over to open the door and frowned, asking, "No gift at all, are you embarrassed to stay for dinner?"

Xu Moyi grinned shamelessly, "Ah, we’re all family, talking about gifts is so tacky, brother-in-law, you’re so wealthy, don’t mind those few bowls of rice."

Mu Jin Huan kept his expression unchanged, holding his daughter and walking downstairs towards the full room of festivity.