novelraw Chapter 544 - 246. Mu Nan’s ending: first, regret not meeting sooner; later, spend the rest of life together.
Chapter 544 - 246. Mu Nan’s ending: first, regret not meeting sooner; later, spend the rest of life together.
Nan Wan rewarded Mr. Jiu Jiu with a kiss, "Good boy."Before going to the kitchen to cook, she kissed the troublesome Little Princess, and of course, she didn’t forget Mr. Mu, who was smiling at the corners of his mouth.
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After the rain, the weather cleared up. The sun was shining, but the temperature wasn’t too high, just comfortable.
On weekends, Nan Wan didn’t have to work, and Mu Jin Huan didn’t need to go to the company. The family of four found a secluded villa for a breath of fresh air.
It took three hours to get there by car.
Pea Princess was very excited, swaying her head and singing. Even Mr. Jiu Jiu, who was visiting the countryside for the first time, put aside his usual aloofness. While still in the car, his eyes were busy darting around.
Having never seen this, or that, everything piqued his curiosity.
The ground was a cobblestone path with many steps. Mu Jin Huan wasn’t comfortable letting his daughter, who thought she could conquer the world, walk by herself.
He reached out to take Pea from Nan Wan’s arms, "You hold Mr. Jiu Jiu’s hand, I’ll carry An Ge."
Nan Wan responded and led her son ahead, answering his myriad of unusual questions.
The scenery was beautiful, the air fresh, and there were few people around. Mr. Mu’s few hours of effort were not in vain.
At eleven-thirty, it was already time for lunch.
The dining table was set under a pergola, with sunlight filtering through layers of green leaves, casting dappled patterns on the cobblestone ground.
Mr. Jiu Jiu and Pea were uninterested in eating. After a few perfunctory bites, they squatted in the corner to watch ants.
Nan Wan, who hadn’t slept well, was lazily stirring her soup with a porcelain spoon, resting her cheek in her hand. Her fair fingers played with the spoon, "This place is similar to other villas nearby, nothing special. Why did you insist on coming here?"
She was wearing a charcoal gray long dress, her hair much longer, slightly curly at the ends, softly draping over her shoulders. Her features were exquisite and gentle, a true woman of grace and beauty.
The neckline had a slight V-design, and faint marks on her collarbone hadn’t faded.
When Mu Jin Huan looked up, a breeze happened to blow by, causing Nan Wan’s neckline to open slightly. From his angle, he could vaguely see the beautiful view below her collarbone.
His eyes deepened.
He casually scanned the surroundings; seeing no strangers around, he didn’t push his luck. His voice, tinged with a slight hoarseness but not blatantly so, "There’s a vineyard on the back hill."
He woke up first in the morning.
Sunlight spilled into the bedroom through sheer curtains, with only the sound of Mrs. Mu’s light breathing beside him, and no other noise.
The woman lay in the crook of his arm, her pajama strap slipping off. In such soft light, her skin appeared nearly translucent, making the marks left from last night even more visible.
The restlessness within him slowly awakened, and within two minutes, the person in his arms was kissed breathless by him, "Mu Huan, I’m so sleepy. Stop teasing me."
The soft and tender voice was tinged with the huskiness of just waking up, eyes half-closed, neither fully awake nor asleep.
"Still tired?" He curved his lips into a smile, turned over, and pressed the person who had moved out of his embrace back down, "Let me wake you up a bit, then."
Mrs. Mu, feeling completely weak and helpless, had no room to refuse this unique way of waking up. It wasn’t until Mr. Jiu Jiu, unable to wait any longer, knocked on the bedroom door that it ended.
In the end, Mrs. Mu was carried downstairs to eat breakfast.
"Vineyard..." Hearing those three words, Nan Wan’s spirits suddenly lifted. After all, Pea and Mr. Jiu Jiu’s favorite fruit was grapes, "Are you full? Shall we go take a look?"
Mu Jin Huan picked up his teacup, using the act of sipping tea to shift his gaze, "No rush, drink your soup first."
Nan Wan tossed aside the porcelain spoon, blinking, "I’d rather go pick grapes."
In such perfect weather, even the most delightful meals and afternoon naps paled in comparison to the allure of the vineyard.
"If, before next summer arrives, your weight still only hits ninety pounds," Mu Jin Huan’s expression remained calm, but by the time his gaze returned to her, the shadows in his eyes had vanished, and his voice was slow, "Forget about going to New Zealand."
Nan Wan had heard from Shen Zhimei that New Zealand’s night sky was breathtaking, promising herself to see it before she reached seventy or eighty and was unable to move.
However, Mu Family had a major project this year, making it impossible for Mr. Mu to leave for now. In addition, the two kids were at their naughtiest; leaving them behind made Nan Wan reluctant, but taking them along didn’t feel like a getaway for two.
So, they could only plan for next summer.
Her thoughts had long drifted to the vineyard, so how could she feel like drinking soup, "I eat properly every meal, not gaining weight isn’t my fault."
Regarding Mrs. Mu’s excuse, Mu Jin Huan remained unmoved.
His gaze clearly indicated: whenever you finish your soup, that’s when you can go.
Hearing that there were grapes to pick, Mr. Jiu Jiu and Pea stopped watching ants, shaking Nan Wan’s arm and asking where the grapes were.
In this case, she had to drink.
The staff who had arrived earlier, seeing the family finish lunch, promptly approached and respectfully asked, "Mr. Mu, when shall we start shooting?"
Mu Jin Huan, holding the hand of a bouncing Pea in one, with his other arm around Nan Wan’s waist, replied calmly, "In twenty minutes."
Their wedding photos had been taken indoors at the time. Though Ji Wanxia’s skills ensured the pictures reached their best potential, Nan Wan still felt dissatisfied.
Mrs. Mu cherished old times; she was still wearing her original wedding dress, which fit perfectly back then but was now a bit loose around the waist.
Those nine months ultimately took a toll on her already frail body.
Mu Jin Huan’s eyes slightly closed, his emotions hidden deep within, his voice low and deep, "Did I mistreat you?"
Nan Wan loosely gathered her hair at the back and turned around, smiling as she leaned into the man’s embrace, saying with a laugh, "If you feel so guilty, then let me sleep in every morning from now on."
Mu Jin Huan curled his lips, "You’re dreaming."
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The back hill was almost entirely planted with grapes, a lush green expanse, the air filled with the fresh scent of grapes.
Mr. Jiu Jiu and Pea felt like they’d reached paradise; although they couldn’t reach the higher grapes, those growing lower were enough to last them a year.
Of course, they didn’t forget the ’old couple’ lazily sitting under the grape trellis, occasionally picking a few bunches to bring over to Nan Wan.
The photographer favored a natural style, never forcing poses, preferring to capture the most natural and heartwarming moments, with the two children often included in the frame.
Nan Wan held a bunch of white bellflowers in her hand, leaning against the man’s shoulder, with Pea’s clear, bell-like laughter ringing in her ears.
"I can’t wait to grow old, no longer having to work, no longer worrying about Mr. Jiu Jiu and An Ge. Just living in a beautiful place like this, drinking tea and sunbathing every day."
Mu Jin Huan lifted the woman’s chin. In the dappled sunlight, her smile was more beautiful than the bellflowers.
A gentle curve formed at the corner of his lips, the tenderness and doting in his dark eyes almost overflowing, his voice low and magnetic, "I’ll try to retire early, wherever you want to live, we’ll live there."
Nan Wan looked at the man’s handsome face so close, seeing her own reflection entirely in his pupils.
She smiled softly, "Alright."
At the moment Mu Jin Huan lowered his head to kiss her, the photographer, adept at capturing tender moments, pressed the shutter. Besides this vineyard, Mr. Jiu Jiu and An Ge, playfully frolicking, were also in the backdrop.
The best kind of love is meeting someone through whom you can see all the beauty in the world.
First regretting not meeting sooner, then sharing a lifetime together.
Fearing death, yet having no fear of death.