novelraw Chapter 542 - 246. Mu Nan’s ending: first, regret not meeting sooner; later, spend the rest of life together.
Chapter 542 - 246. Mu Nan’s ending: first, regret not meeting sooner; later, spend the rest of life together.
It’s like today, no one expected they would encounter each other here.Regarding the aid, both overt and covert, that Nan Huaiyu provided to Zhao Ying and Yu Qinglu after leaving Qing City, Mu Jinhuan never told Nan Wan about it.
Although the café was simple, at least it was air-conditioned, which felt like heaven compared to the outside temperature.
"I don’t know. I dislike him so much, how could I care whether he likes me or not?"
Nan Wan still vividly remembers that on the day Bai Ruoshu gave birth prematurely, the way Nan Huaiyu looked at her, filled with boundless coldness and ice, as if he would pounce and bite off her throat the next moment.
"Still sitting together for a coffee," Mu Jinhuan stood by the passenger side, casually resting his arm on the car window, looking at the woman inside with a half-smile, "Have you reconciled?"
He was not a good person; he had done things against his conscience, and Bai Ruoshu’s brother’s matter wasn’t an exception.
Because he wanted to spend a lifetime with her, the notion of accumulating goodwill emerged.
However, the harm Nan Huaiyu once caused her, she forgot, but he didn’t, and never would.
Even if they had come to an agreement now, to stay out of each other’s way, if Nan Huaiyu had any intentions, he...
The evening light was a bit glaring. Nan Wan shielded her forehead with her palm and looked up at the man by the car, smiling as she said, "All my free time is yours. Where would I find time to dislike him?"
This sentence was barely passable.
Mu Jinhuan’s lips curved into a subtle arc as he stood in his original position, only lowering his arm from the car door to pinch the woman’s cheek.
"I’ve only been at the company for half a day, and you’ve managed to stir up something for me. Is this the considerate way Mrs. Mu should behave?"
When someone was right in front of him, even if it was just for a hospital shift, he couldn’t afford to be careless.
Nan Wan glanced at Liu An, standing under the tree with his head lowered, trying hard to minimize his presence, and sincerely suggested with a smile, "Give Liu An a holiday, let him go get married. Otherwise, he’s always so idle. Not only are you wasting a lot of salary, but you’re also often inexplicably annoyed."
In the early evening, this secluded street was leisurely, without the noise of vehicles, only the scattered laughter of children playing.
The car door was open, and even though Nan Wan wasn’t speaking loudly, it was enough for Liu An to hear.
Oh heavens, he just had a friend who also came here to pay respects to his parents and happened to run into Mrs. Mu, then happened to tell him.
When he thought the bathroom had only him, and he loudly asked, ’What? You said you saw Mrs. Mu upset and sad at the cemetery?’ President Mu happened to walk out from a stall.
He felt wronged; he really didn’t mean to tattle.
Mu Jinhuan, of course, understood the implication in the woman’s words. The wrinkles between his brows smoothed out silently, chuckling, "You’re quite the worrywart."
The sunlight reflecting into the glass made Nan Wan unable to open her eyes. She tilted her head, curling into the corner, "It’s so bright. Are you going to drive or not?"
Her voice was soft, with a hint of coquettishness.
Mu Jinhuan smiled, bent over, ruffled the woman’s hair, walked around the front of the car, and got in.
Leaning over to fasten her seatbelt, he turned her head and kissed her lips, his voice low and warm, "Next time, let me know before you go out."
"Today, it was because An Ge was making a fuss, and I got a bit muddled, so I forgot," Nan Wan brushed away the man’s hand, leaned back in the seat, and huffed coldly, "I haven’t even confronted you about the love-crazed Huo Ran yet."
Mu Jinhuan paused for a moment, seemingly not expecting her to get jealous over a young girl like that.
He chuckled softly and said slowly, "I’m busy working eight times a night; where would I find the time to flirt?"
The man’s voice was low and leisurely, with a hint of laughter.
This was the line Nan Wan used to block Huo Ran that night; in the car with only the two of them, bringing it up at this time was truly shameless...
Perhaps it was because of the man’s teasing eyes, or because of the remaining light of the setting sun, Nan Wan’s ears gradually heated up, and she naturally turned her gaze away.
Pretending to be calm, she urged, "Drive."
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As soon as the door opened, Jiu Jiu staggered towards the entrance, hugging Nan Wan’s leg after a glance at Mu Jinhuan.
In a childlike voice, he called, "Mommy."
At this moment, Nan Wan certainly wasn’t in the mood to change shoes. She casually kicked off her high heels and picked up her son, "Sorry, baby, mommy came home late today."