Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 130 - 118. President Mu, mighty!

"If I hadn’t come down, would you have kept waiting in the car?"

His voice, though gentle, exerted an invisible pressure.

A wary silence.

Nan Wan turned to look out the window, "Am I that foolish?"

Mu Jin Huan let out a snort, his voice low and mellow, "Not particularly bright either."

His dark eyes opened, giving the woman a sidelong glance before taking her other hand—unsurprisingly cold.

As their skin touched, a continuous heat spread.

Nan Wan pursed her lips, using her free hand to straighten the man’s shirt collar, "When I use my wits, it might scare you to death."

The scent of orchids flowed into the collar, causing Mu Jin Huan’s temples to throb twice, his deep voice carrying a hint of hoarseness, "I’m looking forward to the day Mrs. Mu tries to outwit me."

Thought-provoking.

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They arrived at Yuelai Restaurant at 7:40.

The car had not yet come to a stop when it was suddenly struck by a force, followed by a muffled ’thump’.

Due to inertia, Nan Wan’s body lurched forward, but Mu Jin Huan quickly pulled her back into his arms.

The driver’s body was yanked back to his seatbelt and he quickly hit the brakes.

Completely baffled: how could there be a rear-end collision in such a spacious area in front of the hotel?

Either they saw a ghost, or they unluckily encountered a reckless driver.

He twitched his lips and turned back to ask, "President Mu, Madam, are you alright?" 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Mu Jin Huan glanced in the direction of the rearview mirror, his eyebrows furrowing, his voice calm and steady, "Go down and take a look."

"Okay."

The driver unfastened his seat belt and opened the car door.

A minute later, he returned with a check of five zeros, respectfully handed it to the back seat, hesitating, "President Mu, it’s...it’s Madam’s..."

The relationship was so awkward, he didn’t know how to address it properly.

When he arrived, he only knocked twice on the car window, and the person inside just threw out a check without saying a word.

Then, they rolled up the window.

Unbelievably rude!

Nan Wan looked at the stamp of the payer on the check, her delicate features icy to the extreme, pushing the arm encircling her waist away, wanting to open her side of the car door.

However, before she could take the next step, she was pulled back into the man’s arms.

Looking up at him, her voice indifferent, "He’s sick, I don’t mind giving him a treatment."

Mu Jin Huan’s strong arms encircled Nan Wan’s waist, his well-defined fingers playing with that check slowly and methodically, "I do mind."

The driver wasn’t sure what to do, so he turned back and quietly sat in the driver’s seat.

Tsk, tsk, the world of the rich is really beyond his comprehension.

A few seconds later, he heard five indifferent words from behind him, "Turn around and hit back."

At first, he thought he heard wrong, but when he realized it, his face was full of shock as he asked, "What?"

Did President Mu mean... to hit back?

Not only did the driver start doubting his life, but even Nan Wan was staring blankly at the man’s profile, her lips slightly parted, words that had reached her throat now couldn’t find their way out.

Mu Jin Huan’s deep and unfathomable dark eyes showed no trace of turmoil, his tone calm, "If his car’s rear has one less scratch, you needn’t come to the office tomorrow."

Driver: "..."

His mouth couldn’t help twitching.

Isn’t that half a brother-in-law? But if they hit back.....

In his heart, he couldn’t help but give a thumbs up: President Mu, impressive!

He sat upright, gathering his full concentration, started the car, and turned around.

With his driving skills, ensuring the occupants’ safety while fulfilling President Mu’s order shouldn’t be too difficult.

After adjusting the position and direction appropriately, he reminded them, "President Mu, Madam, please hold on tight."

His heart was still uneasy: Madam, don’t you want to stop this at all?

After waiting a few seconds without receiving any response.

He gritted his teeth, aimed at the rear of the car that initiated the trouble, and drove straight ahead.

"Thump!"

The second muffled sound.

The black sports car’s rear spewed out blue smoke.

This time, not only were the passersby bewildered, but also Nan Huaiyu’s driver.

Hands gripping the steering wheel tightened, teeth chattering, "Mr. Nan... are you alright..."

Is that even possible?

Nan Huaiyu’s body bounced back against the seatback, a chilling malice flickering from the corners of his almond-shaped eyes, his thin lips curling into a wicked smile.

Quite unexpected...

Pushing the door open, getting off the car.

Looking at the man and woman standing side by side, deliberately stretched his voice, "President Mu, I’ve heard of your reputation."

Nan Wan stood by the car, her expression indifferent as she spoke softly, "Let’s go in."

Nan Huaiyu gazed at the woman who didn’t even spare him a glance, the darkness in his eyes growing more intense.

Mu Jin Huan closed the car door, lowered his eyes and spoke in a warm voice, "Are you cold?"

Nan Wan proactively took the man’s hand, leaning closer to him, "A little."

Mu Jin Huan clasped the woman’s small hand in return, his handsome face calm and gentle, as he looked at Nan Huaiyu with eyes devoid of any ripple, "It’s cold outside, Mr. Nan, let’s continue inside."

Nan Huaiyu’s gaze swept over their intertwined hands, the curve of his thin lips even colder, "I was here nearby for a business talk with a client, and just happened to see President Mu’s car, so I came over to say hello."

The three of them did not mention a word about what had happened just now.

To outsiders, one seemed calm and unfathomable, the other sinister and brooding, restrained.

It felt like a standoff, the air seemingly filled with invisible blades, a large encircling clash of swords.

They were inside the circle, others were shut out.

Mu Jin Huan nodded, "Then we won’t delay Mr. Nan’s time, we’ll head on first."

Nan Huaiyu concealed the darkness in his eyes, a fleeting curve on his lips, his words cryptic, "We have plenty of time in the future."

Walking into the restaurant’s hall, the cold chill finally dispersed.

The luxurious chandelier cast a warm yellow light, chiseling out the man’s defined features.

Nan Wan hooked her arm around his, retracting her gaze, her cheeks showing a faint smile, "Mr. Mu is quite skilled indeed."

No wonder Shen Zhimei and Xu Moyi keep referring to him as a ’god’.

The waiter led them to the outside of the private room, then went back towards the hall.

Mu Jin Huan’s dark eyes were deep as he opened the door to the private room, he spoke placidly, "Otherwise, how could I marry Mrs. Mu."

Nan Wan smiled without a word.

Mr. Mu’s technique of earnestly speaking romantic words is becoming more and more skilled.

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The private room door was pushed open from the outside, Nan Chengzhi stopped his greetings, waved to the people at the door, "Jin Huan and Wanwan are here, come in, have a seat."

There were only four people in the quaint private room, the atmosphere was awkward.

This was Nan Wan’s first time meeting the legendary founder of the Mu Family, who held a position but no power, Mu Libei.

Though dressed formally in a suit, his face was gentle and kind, without a hint of sharpness or authority.

His refined demeanor was very similar to Mu Jinqian.

And that Madam Mu was exactly the same as when they first met, not an ounce of the shrewdness and sharpness of a businesswoman lacking.

Mu Jin Huan led Nan Wan over to the table, politely but not overly formal, "The traffic was heavy, so we were a few minutes late, sorry."

Mu Libei glanced at Nan Wan, smiling warmly, "No problem, we just arrived as well."

Jiang Xiaoman chimed in, "Yes, we just finished ordering, it’s not late at all."

Mu Jin Huan unbuttoned his suit jacket, sat down, his voice steady and calm, "Dad, this is Nan Wan."

Mu Libei nodded, poured two cups of tea and handed them over, "It’s cold, have some tea to warm up."

Nan Wan sat in the seat to Jiang Xiaoman’s left, the strong scent of her perfume overwhelming the aroma of the tea in the air.

Quietly, she moved her chair closer to Mu Jin Huan’s side, speaking gracefully, "Uncle, Auntie."

Even though they already had the marriage certificate, they didn’t know yet, so this was the most appropriate form of address.

Mu Libei responded warmly.

Nan Chengzhi promptly spoke, easing the somewhat dry atmosphere, "Brother Mu, we entrust Wanwan to Jin Huan from now on."

Mu Libei sipped his tea, "Husband and wife are one, they must care for each other and be considerate of each other."

Nan Chengzhi laughed heartily, seemingly agreeing with this sentiment.

The dishes were slowly served to the table, Cheng Shihong finally spoke, "We’ve set the wedding date, the ceremony is on the 13th, and the reception on the 14th, do the two of you have any objections?"

The choice of dates for a lifetime, there’s a lot of thought gone into it.

Nan Chengzhi felt relieved, "Half a month’s time is a bit rushed, but as our Wanwan is pregnant, dragging it on doesn’t seem appropriate, so we’ve set it for the 13th."

Mu Jin Huan responded blandly, "That’s fine."

Nan Wan held her teacup, nodding, "I don’t have any objections either."

This wedding is merely a tool to maintain appearances and connections between the two families, the timing, the execution, what she wears, the weather, none of it matters.

Once this relationship is shackled by formalities, breaking free won’t be easy.

With those two little red booklets, with physical entanglement, soon there will be a wedding, perhaps even children.

Yet there’s no love.

But, isn’t it true that money and benefits are often more secure than love?

"Watch out!"

A sharp voice sounded near her ear, Nan Wan hadn’t even reacted when she heard the harsh sound of something shattering.

Immediately following was a terrified apology, "I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it wasn’t on purpose."

The waiter, while serving dishes, had lost his grip, if not for Mu Jin Huan’s quick reflexes, that boiling hot soup would have spilled all over Nan Wan.

Mu Libei watched as his son shielded the bowl with his arm, redirecting the porcelain bowl until it shattered behind them, "Mu Huan, are you hurt?"

Mu Jin Huan’s brows furrowed lightly, shaking his wrist slightly, he replied mildly, "No."

Jiang Xiaoman seized the opportunity to interject, overbearing towards the errant waiter, "How do you serve dishes, bring your manager here!"

The waiter was already terrified, nearly crying now, repeatedly apologizing, "It’s my first day, if the manager knows, I’ll be fired."