novelraw Chapter 539 - 245. Nan Huaiyu grabbed the woman’s chin and said, ’No matter how much you despise me, you can only die in my bed.’ _3
Chapter 539 - 245. Nan Huaiyu grabbed the woman’s chin and said, ’No matter how much you despise me, you can only die in my bed.’ _3
Bai Ruoshu looked down at the bouquet in her hands, the fresh lilies emitting waves of fragrance."I’m here to visit my brother," emotions she had hidden in her eyes held both nostalgia and daze.
The emotions she didn’t want others to notice faded quickly. When she lifted her head again, she still wore a gentle smile on her cheeks, "Doctor Nan, are you busy? I haven’t chatted with friends for a long time. If you’re not busy, could we... I see there’s a coffee shop over there—give me just twenty minutes."
Her eyes carried an expectation that was hard to refuse.
As if driven by an inexplicable force, Nan Wan temporarily forgot about Mr. Mu and nodded at Bai Ruoshu.
The sound of heavy footsteps grew closer. The smile on Bai Ruoshu’s face faded significantly. She wasn’t exactly cold, just showed the calmest expression, "I want to go in alone. If you don’t want to wait, you can leave first."
Her voice was very gentle without any fluctuation, yet it invisibly conveyed a sense of distance.
Even Nan Wan, who only knew her superficially, could sense it, not to mention Nan Huaiyu.
In the depths of his long, dark eyes lay displeasure, yet he didn’t show even a trace of it. His gaze rested on the woman loosely held in his embrace, spoiling her as if no one else was around.
The curve of his lips bore no malice or cunning. Surprisingly, there was an unexpected gentleness on his face, and his voice was deep, "Why wouldn’t I want to? Of course, I’ll wait for you."
Bai Ruoshu displayed no emotional fluctuations, only subtly pushed away the arm around her waist and said lightly without looking at him, "Suit yourself."
It was only after that graceful figure entered the cemetery gates that Nan Huaiyu withdrew his gaze.
The gentle curve of his lips shifted, resembling a long-lasting sneer or perhaps an anger without an outlet.
Did she think he was unworthy of seeing her brother by leaving him outside?
"Doesn’t look as pretty as before," Nan Huaiyu’s gaze lingered on Nan Wan’s short hair for a few extra seconds. She was still as lazy and laid-back as ever, but the complex, restrained emotions were no longer in her eyes, "Did Mu Jinhuan make you suffer?"
In truth, it hadn’t been that long, just over two years.
Even in the scorching summer, he remained dressed in his perpetually unchanged black shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, hands leisurely tucked into the pockets of his trousers.
On his brow bone was a scar from a car accident, very faint, not affecting his strikingly handsome face at all. If you were standing far away or were slightly shortsighted, it would be hard to notice.
Nan Wan didn’t engage in his deliberate provocation. Her refined features showed no emotion as she lightly said, "Meeting you here, I’m quite surprised."
Upon seeing him again, Nan Wan’s heart felt calm, without the slightest ripple.
Nan Huaiyu raised an eyebrow and looked across the street at the very simply decorated coffee shop, "The weather’s quite hot, and since we’re waiting for the same person, why not go to the shop for a cup of coffee together?"
In the past, he always spoke to Nan Wan with a kind of teasing allure and provocation, but now he seemed merely to be looking at a long-known acquaintance.
Indeed, standing in the sun was quite warm. Nan Wan checked the watch on her wrist, didn’t refuse, and lifted a hand to shade her forehead from the sun as she walked toward the coffee shop.
Nan Huaiyu glanced at the cemetery gate and stepped forward to follow.
Inside the shop, besides the owner dozing on the cash register, there was only one waiter. In such a remote place, naturally, it wouldn’t be very upscale.
There were few customers, well, it should be said, only the two of them.
The air carried a faint scent of coffee. Nan Wan sat elegantly in the wicker chair, looking out at the tranquil and beautiful tree-lined avenue outside the window, "Are you haunting her and refusing to let go?"
The last time in the hospital, Bai Ruoshu had said she escaped while he was in a coma.
The entanglement between them was something no one could clearly explain.
Nan Huaiyu leisurely reclined against his chair, his long fingers playing with his phone screen, black eyes half-closed, suggesting no hint of what he was thinking.
A subtle, almost imperceptible curve appeared on his thin lips. He didn’t directly answer Nan Wan’s question and instead said, "Maybe I’ve done too many bad things, even the heavens can’t bear to watch."
Nan Wan took a sip of coffee and nodded in agreement with his statement, "Hmm, makes sense."
Jiang Xiaoman had been released from prison half a year ago. No one in Qing City had seen her. Some capable paparazzi reported that she lived alone in a secluded small yard in Qing City’s most peaceful outskirts and rarely went out.
Nan Huaiyu let out a low laugh. The accumulation of time and experience had made his sharp-featured face lose its wicked and sinister charm, gaining instead a deep, inscrutable steadiness.