Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 143 - 122. Married for a few days and then separated, does this make sense?_4
Mu Jin Huan looked at the person beside him, his black eyes concealing a subtle, soft light.
Bai Ruoshu sighed in relief. The girl went to the bathroom, which would take at least a few minutes, and Doctor Nan’s look at her didn’t hold any strangeness. He probably... didn’t see the earlier farce, right?
The Mu Jin Huan beside Doctor Nan was calm and indifferent. His deep, mysterious eyes occasionally revealed a mild gentleness, but it seemed to only be on the surface.
It was completely different from the unabashed mischievous and sinister nature of that man.
"It’s late. Doctor Nan, be safe on the road."
Nan Wan nodded, "You stay busy."
Then she took the man’s arm and said to him, "Let’s go."
Mu Jin Huan responded with a syllable, "Mm."
Until the two figures disappeared from view, Bai Ruoshu was still dazed in place, seemingly thoughtful.
It wasn’t until the boss called her to help with the accounts that she came back to her senses, "Coming."
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It was almost eleven o’clock by the time they returned to North Shore Villa.
After washing up, Nan Wan stood in front of the bathroom mirror, applying ointment to that half of her face, casually asking, "Are you traveling for work anytime soon?" 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮
Mu Jin Huan looked at the emails in the computer, not raising his head, "Why?"
After applying the ointment, Nan Wan let down her tied-up long hair, walked out of the bathroom, looking at the man on the sofa, pursed her lips, "Well... my cycle might be these couple of days. Even if careful, it can’t be hidden for four or five days, so I want to go back to my apartment first."
If he was traveling, the reason would be easy to find.
But if there’s no travel, it’s quite troublesome.
"No need for that."
Nan Wan placed the changed clothes in the basket, opened the wardrobe, found a clean nightgown, and put it at the foot of the bed, "There is... isn’t there?"
It’s his lie, but it’s her effort in keeping it, so unfair.
Mu Jin Huan finished handling the last email, closed the laptop, and tossed it onto the sofa.
Loosening his tie, he unbuttoned two buttons of his shirt, a faint weariness in his eyes, "It’s not a big deal, just give them a few days off."
"I don’t know about Xiao Zhao, but Aunt Zhou’s home is in the countryside. It’s inconvenient to travel back and forth, no need to make her go through this."
The swelling on her cheek had subsided, leaving two faint red marks. Her half-dried black hair lay over her shoulders, slightly curled at the tips, adding to her frail beauty.
Mu Jin Huan gazed at her, half-smiling, his voice hoarse, "So you’re willing to trouble me?"
From his words, Nan Wan realized there were no travel plans.
Raising her hand to gather her long hair at the back, she walked to the bedside, lifted the quilt, lay down, and closed her eyes, her voice soft, "Then I’ll go back to stay tomorrow by myself. You can keep Aunt Zhou and Xiao Zhao."
Mu Jin Huan stood up, stretched his long legs, but instead of going straight to the bathroom, he walked to the side close to the floor-to-ceiling window.
His well-defined fingers pulled her face out from under the quilt, his gaze heavy, "Separated just days after marriage, does that sound reasonable?"
The familiar scent pressed down, carrying a slight tobacco aroma.
Nervous, Nan Wan tightened her fingers under the quilt, but her face remained calm, eyes lightly closed, "It’s a physiological trait, I can’t change that."
Without the deliberately crafted gentleness and coyness, Mu Jin Huan found himself more at ease with her like this, "Got it."
He straightened up, turned off the wall lamp, picked up the nightgown from the foot of the bed, and walked into the bathroom.
The sound of trickling water started, and Nan Wan opened her eyes.
Did he just agree like that?
It was what she wanted, yet, why did her heart feel a little off?
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When Nan Wan saw Lu Li, her first thought was that she had mistaken him for someone else, and the second was that he might be unwell again.
Longing as an illness, incurable by medicine.
Even from five meters away, she could smell the strong scent of alcohol.
Wearing a black baseball cap, black down jacket, black trousers, black shoes.
His body leaned lazily against the trunk of a bare tree, appearing to blend into the night.
If not for the glow from the phone screen, she wouldn’t have noticed someone by the tree.
As luck would have it, after two weeks she returns to this apartment, only to see her ’ex-husband’ downstairs.
Her delicate brows furrowed, "Big star, are you drowning your sorrows over a scandal, or toasting a new movie’s success?"
Just some promotional tactics from the entertainment industry, a hot rising star and a new school beauty.
Leveraging their fame and fan base to stir up CP discussions, bundling them with the movie, naturally boosting its popularity.
Upon hearing the familiar voice, Lu Li looked up, and after a while, a faint smile curled on his lips, "Long time no see."
Nan Wan thought about it; they indeed hadn’t met for over a month.
She chuckled, "Did you drop the ball again?"
Lu Li’s attention returned to his phone. Exiting the dialing interface, he put his phone back in his pocket.
Standing straight, "What’s with ’again’?"
Watching his unstable steps, Nan Wan frowned, stayed silent for a few seconds, and finally stepped forward to support his arm, "What unfortunate lives Song Ming and you must have to deal with a difficult ancestor like you this lifetime."
With his weight once again supported, Lu Li didn’t hesitate to pull his arm out from her hold, lifted it, took off the cap, and placed it on her head,
Then he draped his arm over her neck, applying most of his weight, chuckling lowly, "I thought you wouldn’t come back."
At those words, Nan Wan’s actions froze.
Then she quickly returned to normal, calmly saying, "I’m not dead, why wouldn’t I come back."
Lu Li smiled, using her strength to climb step by step.
Though the stairwell lights were on, making it much easier than before, he was still a man over six feet tall, and a man too drunk to stand steadily.
By the time Nan Wan managed to get him to the door, she was already out of breath.
She pulled his arm from her shoulder, "Lean against the wall yourself for a bit. I’ll find the keys."
Lu Li obliged.
Nan Wan opened the door, turned on the lights, and without changing shoes, helped him to the sofa. Along the way, her knee hit the coffee table, and they both tumbled onto the sofa.
The sore, aching sensation traveled to Nan Wan’s brain, making her a bit irritable. She moved Lu Li’s heavy arm away, climbing up from the sofa.
Rubbing her forehead, "I must have dug up eighteen generations of your Lu family ancestors’ graves in my past life."
