Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 131 - 119. I just suddenly felt that Mrs. Mu is very cute.

Chapter 131: 119. I just suddenly felt that Mrs. Mu is very cute.

Nan Chengzhi saw that the other party was a young girl and seemed inexperienced, which was why she made a mistake. He tried to smooth things over, "Let it go, it’s not a big deal."

Jiang Xiaoman squinted, "How can that be? Even if she is fired, it’s her own fault to begin with."

Cheng Shihong looked at Jiang Xiaoman across the table and shook her head.

She thought, as someone who rose to power as a mistress, Jiang Xiaoman had an unforgiving petty character, but thankfully, Nan Wan, being the legitimate child, didn’t inherit these unseemly habits.

Yong Rong’s gaze swept towards the trembling waiter, "Clean it up and prepare a new dish to be served."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xiaoman awkwardly took a sip of tea and didn’t insist further.

The waiter breathed a sigh of relief and quickly thanked her, "Thank you, Madam Mu, I will be more careful next time."

He then quickly tidied up the floor and exited the private room.

Nan Wan sat on Mu Jin Huan’s right-hand side, and from her angle, she could see the abnormal redness of his hand where it was burned.

She grabbed a tissue, pulled the man’s hand over, and carefully avoided the burned area as she wiped the soup stains off his sleeve.

In a low voice, she asked, "Is the first aid kit in the car?"

Mu Jin Huan, having suffered injuries in the military a hundred times worse, didn’t think much of the pain, "No need."

Nan Wan knew very well that if it weren’t for him, she might have been disfigured.

She only got a drop on her face and could already feel the high temperature of the soup, but his sleeve was wet with it, which must have hurt a lot.

"You’re not made of iron. I’ll go get the first aid kit."

Mu Jin Huan held Nan Wan’s hand back to stop her from getting up, "It doesn’t hurt."

"I saw your frowning brows..."

Mu Jin Huan glanced at the stain on his sleeve and indifferently uttered a syllable, "Dirty."

Only then did Nan Wan remember that the man had a cleanliness obsession.

Since he said it didn’t hurt, she realized she was overthinking it, her professional habit really needed to be addressed...

Mu Libei watched the two whispering to each other and couldn’t help but feel a bit relieved.

The girl looked distant, but she seemed different when facing Mu Jin, with a hint of worry in her eyes that he noticed.

No matter what the past was like, as long as she could live well with Mu Jin in the future, he would accept it.

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Because Nan Wan was ’pregnant,’ by nine o’clock, Mu Libei asked Mu Jin Huan to take Nan Wan home first and left themselves to discuss the wedding details.

As they walked out of the private room, Nan Wan looked at the man beside her and asked, with a smile reminiscent of how he questioned her in the bar last night, "Mr. Mu, was the wine good tonight?"

That Nan Chengzhi might have forgotten his age, drinking one glass after another as if he were drinking water.

Jin Huan, Jin Huan...

He called the name quite smoothly.

Mu Jin Huan’s pace was as steady as ever, though there was a hint of red at the corner of his eyes, nothing else seemed odd.

He replied with her words, "Why don’t you try it yourself?"

Nan Wan thought of his way of tasting, and her smiling eyes briefly stiffened before returning to normal, "Not appropriate in public."

Just then, a mischievous child suddenly dashed out from around the hallway corner. As he passed Mu Jin Huan, it was clear he deliberately swung his chubby arm to hit Mu Jin Huan’s wrist.

After managing to hit him, the child proudly licked the cotton candy he was holding, his face full of provocation.

Nan Wan vaguely heard the man’s low grunt.

Standing on his left side, it was clear the child had hit his injured hand.

She caught the mischievous child, her face wearing a gentle smile, and her voice was soft, "Sweetheart, apologize to Uncle, or the wicked aunt will eat your cotton candy first and then... twist your head off."

The brat initially remained aloof and kept squirming to struggle, but Nan Wan’s last words did startle him.

Yet he had a stubborn streak and defiantly tilted his head, giving a spirited "humph."

"Don’t believe me?" Nan Wan’s smile grew even more tender.

With one hand pressing on the shoulder and the other reaching for his neck, though chubby, a neck was indeed there, "Auntie is a doctor, twisting a truckload of lab rat necks, you’re the first of your kind, might be a bit heavy-handed..."

The chubby-faced child’s complexion turned white instantly, nearly failing to hold onto his cotton candy.

His eyes glanced towards the man he mischievously hit, noticing the hand he struck was red; thinking it was the toy in his hand that did it.

He lowered his head and meekly said, "Uncle, I’m sorry."

Only then did Nan Wan release the hand on the chubby child’s shoulder and straighten up, "Good, go find your mom."

The mischievous child turned and ran off.

Nan Wan withdrew her fabricated smile, looking up, she met the man’s eyes that seemed to be teasing her.

It seemed as if he wanted to see through her.

Awkwardly, she pursed her lips, "Why are you looking at me like that..."

Mu Jin Huan looked at her delicate little face, and his heart suddenly surged with a wave of tenderness, "I just suddenly thought, Madam Mu is very cute."

Adorable...?

Usually, these two words are used to describe cute, chubby children, or fluffy pets, or lively, bright girls, like Xu Moyi.

No matter how you think about it, Nan Wan feels she is thousands of miles away from these two words, though Sun Wukong can reach there with a flip, she doesn’t have that extraordinary ability.

Strange, she didn’t drink, so why are her ears starting to burn...

She averted her gaze, took a step forward, "Why are you scolding me for no reason?"

Mu Jin Huan looked at the burn on the back of his hand, the amusement in his dark eyes becoming more apparent.

With a few strides of his long legs, he caught up.

His arm looped around the woman’s shoulder, voice low and deep, "I want to see, just how many faces Mrs. Mu really has."

Which one is the real her.

A faint scent of wine slipped into her nose, and Nan Wan felt the heat behind her ears might have risen a bit, but her expression remained unchanged, "Sorry, I don’t understand."

"It’s alright, as long as one person in the family understands."

Family...

When Nan Wan heard this word, it seemed as if her long-closed heart was gently scratched by a feather, gradually becoming aware of something.

Trying to discern, yet finding nothing.

Like a gentle breeze rippling across a still lake, creating ripples that spread around and then restore calm.

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Once home, Mu Jin Huan went into the bathroom first.

Nan Wan asked Aunt Zhou for ointment to treat the burn, and after he came out, she silently walked to the bed, pulled over the man’s arm, squeezed out the pale yellow ointment, and applied it to his hand.

Mu Jin Huan dried his short hair with one hand, his gaze falling on her brows and eyes, very cooperative.

After Nan Wan finished applying the ointment, she found pajamas from the wardrobe and went into the bathroom.

After taking a shower, she stood in front of the sink blow-drying her hair.

Before long, the bathroom door was opened from the outside.

Her pretty brows furrowed, and she put the hairdryer down, unplugging it; the ’whirring’ sound vanished, and the bathroom returned to silence.

She remembered locking the door...

"Do you need to use the bathroom, then I’ll dry my hair outside."

She pulled a clean towel, turned to leave the space for him.

However, before she could take a step, he grabbed her arm.

Raising her eyes, she asked softly, "What’s the matter?"

Mu Jin Huan encircled the woman’s waist, bringing her to him, his thumb caressing her tender and smooth skin, a lingering and loving touch.

His gaze, imbued with alcohol, was especially gentle, his voice low and husky, "Does it really not hurt anymore?"

Only after a few seconds of eye contact did Nan Wan realize what he was asking about.

His deep eyes seemed like an endless swamp; once you fall in, there’s no way out.

She averted her gaze, her fingers clenching the towel, trying her best to ignore the fiery warmth, "It’s...it’s okay."

Perhaps it was because she’d just showered, her pale face was tinged with blush, her swan neck curved beautifully, her delicate collarbones reflecting a tempting sheen.

Her clear-water eyes were misty, long and curled lashes fluttering, casting shadows on her eyelids, distinct one by one.

Suddenly a strange emotion surged in Mu Jin Huan’s heart, perhaps due to the alcohol, or because of the bone-melting sensation running wild within him.

Ultimately, he wanted her.

Right now.

He locked his arm around her waist, took two steps forward, pinning her against the steam-warmed wall, his voice even lower and huskier, "Mrs. Mu, you seemed distracted all the way here, what were you thinking about?"

The towel perched atop her head fell to the ground with the sudden movement, the reflection in the mirror a blend of allure and ambiguity.

As she was caught off guard, the man’s breath enveloped her, imbued with the moisture and unique scent of bath products, melding with her scent.

Her chin was lifted, the action assertive.

She relaxed, leaning against the wall, a faint smile curving her lips, "I was thinking...when to take Mr. Mu to meet grandma."

Her eyes were bright, her voice soft and melodious.

The air grew increasingly warm.

When her body sank into the soft bedding, Nan Wan heard the man’s husky voice whisper in her ear, "Nan Wan, let’s give it a try."

Try?

She opened her previously closed eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling, not immediately understanding what he meant.

Mu Jin Huan waited a long time without getting a response, one hand pinched her slender waist, the other holding her wrist above her head.

Without hesitation, he bit her earlobe.