Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 146 - 123. The ends of the earth, the yellow springs and the jade heavens. _3

Mu Jin Huan’s dark eyes were warm and cool as he placed the towel on the woman’s small face, casually ruffling it, "It’s all because you love to stir up trouble."

Her vision was blocked, concealing the faint heat that was quietly rising at the base of her ears. Her eyes drooped slightly, and she pressed her lips, "Lu Li, he..."

"Hungry, let’s eat."

Nan Wan’s words were interrupted by the man after just three words.

The voice was warm and deep, no different from usual, as if it didn’t matter much.

Footsteps retreated, and Nan Wan slowly pulled down the towel from her head. When she turned around, Mu Jin Huan was already sitting in the dining room, eating noodles.

Whether it was in a luxuriously decorated Western restaurant or in her extremely ordinary apartment, whether the dish was top-grade steak or simple egg and shredded meat noodles, in his eyes, it seemed to make no difference.

A young master of a noble family, with inherent dignity and elegance.

Nan Wan adjusted the temperature of the heater higher, brewed a cup of hot tea, and placed it by Mu Jin Huan’s hand, "What will you wear tomorrow?"

When he arrived, he was empty-handed.

"The secretary will deliver it."

Indeed, for a busy CEO like him, there is no need to worry about trivial daily matters like clothing and food; a personal secretary will handle it.

Nan Wan nodded, "I’ll take a bath."

Mu Jin Huan didn’t look up, "Sit."

Upon hearing his words, just as Nan Wan was about to take her second step, she suddenly stopped in midair, puzzled, "I’ve eaten already."

Mu Jin Huan swallowed the egg in his mouth, raised his eyes, his thin lips parted lightly, and he said three words, "Keep me company."

Nan Wan chuckled, "Mr. Mu, you’re thirty-four years old, not three or four. Do you need someone to accompany you while eating?"

Hearing her words, Mu Jin Huan’s expression showed no change. He simply put down his chopsticks and said indifferently, "Then I won’t eat."

Lightly dismissive, yet with an undeniable assertiveness and dominance.

Nan Wan: "..."

Is this the aftermath of seeing Lu Li appear in her home late at night?

She pulled out a chair, sat across from him, propped up her chin with both hands, and just looked at him, "Can you eat now?"

In Mu Jin Huan’s eyes, there was neither joy nor anger, as deep as usual. He elegantly finished the remaining half bowl of noodles.

The air was filled with the aroma of tea, mixed with a faint mint scent from the shower gel.

The light was soft, and the shadows they cast on the floor were small bundles.

Mu Jin Huan leaned back in his chair, his finger gently rubbing the warm edge of the teacup, asking unhurriedly, "About the wedding photos, do you have any thoughts?"

Initially, Nan Wan didn’t think about that aspect.

Although the wedding photos would be hung by the bed, something she would see every day upon waking and sleeping, she hadn’t even seen the wedding dress, so she naturally had no expectations, "You decide."

Mu Jin Huan’s gaze fell on her delicate cheeks, with a faint inkiness in his dark eyes. His distinct fingers tapped gently on the table, "So casual?"

After a few seconds of eye contact, Nan Wan suddenly thought of something, a soft smile curved on her lips, "I’ve seen your sister’s photography work online. If she has time, could she help us shoot it?"

Although Mrs. Gu from An City is not someone who can be easily asked for help, this man’s wedding, whom she once held dear, even if busy, she probably wouldn’t miss.

Nan Wan vaguely remembered a report she once read, roughly saying: Ji Wanxia shoots mountains, water, couples, but never wedding photos, not even for her best friend’s wedding.

It was said that at eighteen, she had already revealed that the first and last wedding photo she took would only be for her brother.

Through that serene smile, Mu Jin Huan saw no hint of deliberate probing.

Originally thinking that her indifference to secrets buried by time was best, yet when she truly achieved it, he couldn’t help feeling that it was somewhat meaningless.

He said faintly, "Next week, Wanwan will come to Qing City with Gu Shaozhi."

There’s almost a week to go.

"And the wedding dress and gown..."

"The wedding dress was delivered to North Shore Villa today. After seeing Grandma, I’ll accompany you to pick out a gown."

Nan Wan nodded, stood up, "Alright, I’ll make time."

As she reached out to grab the bowls and chopsticks, her wrist was held by the man. The dining room had the most heat, so even without clothes, his body showed no hint of chill.

Nan Wan’s gaze fell on her wrist, then across the man’s bare chest, meeting those dark eyes, "What’s wrong?"

Mu Jin Huan’s lightly calloused fingertips brushed her delicate skin, gentle yet firm.