novelraw Chapter 519 - 240. Mu Jin Huan took 9 months to understand what it feels like to miss someone to the core. _3
Chapter 519 - 240. Mu Jin Huan took 9 months to understand what it feels like to miss someone to the core. _3
The barrenness of winter looks quite ordinary.But now the snow is falling, a thick layer accumulating among the bare branches, like ice sculptures in a crystal cabinet, possessing a different kind of beauty.
Qingqing broke free from her mother’s hand, started rolling a snowball in the snow, occasionally letting out a crisp, innocent laugh, breathing out clouds of warm air.
Mu Jinqian held Lu Yao’s hand, walking very slowly, the snow on their shoulders and hair accumulating more and more, with a light smile lingering in their eyes.
Without saying a word, it seemed that if they continued walking like this, they could walk into old age together.
...
By the streetlamp at the villa’s gate, the hazy light enveloped Mu Jinhuan’s tall, slender figure, with a layer of white snow on his short hair.
Retracting his gaze, eyes slightly lowered, he could still faintly hear Qingqing’s pleasant laughter, mixed with the sound of firecrackers made by mischievous children from some distant house.
Between his distinct fingers, he was holding a cigarette that was two-thirds burned, the bluish-white smoke drifting over the wedding ring, over the watch on his wrist, over the black coat, finally disappearing into the air.
The shadow on the ground was stretched very long.
Young girls passing by would sneak curious glances, at that low-key luxurious car, that handsome, deep profile, and that noble, aloof demeanor...
It was clear that all were alluring enough to spark the heart of a young girl, yet he was stingy enough not to even give them a look.
At first glance, he seemed like the perfect boyfriend of dreams, but after a few more looks, one would realize that loneliness had seeped into his very bones.
No one could touch even a part of it.
When the sound of Qingqing’s laughter completely faded away, Mu Jinhuan extinguished the cigarette butt, opened the car door, and got in.
When he drove, he no longer sped, and never ran a red light, strictly adhering to traffic rules.
From the Mu Family’s old residence to North Shore Villa, the journey took an hour and a half, and the two children in the backseat had already fallen asleep.
Aunt Zhou was always in the living room, and upon hearing the sound, hurriedly put on a coat and went out.
Mu Jinhuan carried Jiu Jiu, while Aunt Zhou carried An Ge, using a door to block out the heavy snow outside.
After settling the two sleeping children, Aunt Zhou respectfully asked, "Sir, do you need supper prepared?"
Mu Jinhuan loosened his collar, taking long strides toward the bedroom, said indifferently, "No, just bring a cup of tea to the study."
Now, it was already close to midnight.
Tea, study...
Aunt Zhou knew that tonight, once again, the mister would spend the entire night in the study.
It had been seven months, and when Mu Jinhuan pushed open the bedroom door, he would still be deceived by an illusion.
Having just taken a bath with her long hair half dry, Mrs. Mu leaned against the bedhead, either flipping through a medical book or boredly propping her chin watching a movie. Upon hearing the door open, she would look up.
With a light smile, she would ask him, "Mr. Mu, you’re back so late today, were you entangled by some ’client’ again, enjoying a wonderful nightlife?"
This illusion wouldn’t last too long, sometimes only a few seconds, sometimes for a minute.
Tonight, it seemed to be the longest.
Mu Jinhuan held the door handle, standing at the door for two minutes, and that illusion still remained.
Closing the door, his deep eyes steeped in a pampering smile, his low voice helpless yet hoarse, "I went back to the Mu Family for the annual dinner, didn’t go out messing around, Mrs. Mu."
It seemed like he could still hear the woman’s playful response, "That’s more like it."
Mu Jinhuan chuckled softly, took out pajamas from the wardrobe, and walked into the bathroom.
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After the Spring Festival, Mu Jinhuan returned to his busy routine.
Going out early and coming back late every day, even when entering with a body full of exhaustion, he wouldn’t forget to catch Jiu Jiu, who after learning to walk, gradually activated the mischievous gene within him.
He would take out his phone, point to the screen, and ask, "Who is this?"
The picture on his wallpaper was taken by Shen Zhimei on Mrs. Mu’s eighteenth birthday, when she closed her eyes to make a wish.
Her features were still immature, youthful and radiant.
Mr. Jiu Jiu looked at it for a while, then shook his head calmly, "...Don’t know."
Mu Jinhuan closed his eyes for a moment, set his son to stand in front of him, then picked up Pea, who was on the sofa, ready to stare a flower onto the golden retriever’s head.
It was still the same picture, but his voice softened a few notches, "An Ge, tell Dad, who is this?"
The Pea Princess found Mr. Mu bothersome, but she was still in a state where her thin limbs meant she had to be carried everywhere, without any chance for resistance, annoyed by being picked up when she was enjoying herself, of course, she wasn’t very pleased.