Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 148 - 124. We become a married couple, as long as we like each other.
This feeling is like a plump fruit, with excellent aroma and color, that you spot from a distance. You climb over the fence and past the hunting dogs, and your clothes get torn in the process of climbing the tree. Just when you’re about to taste it, the farmer tells you that there’s pesticide on it, and you can’t eat it now.
With her body freed, Nan Wan hopped off the dining table, holding the overturned bowls and chopsticks in her hand, and walked towards the kitchen.
Her lips curved, "...Oh."
This inconspicuous syllable, however, carried a very obvious provocative meaning.
Mu Jin Huan looked at that slender figure, his temples throbbing.
He closed his eyes for a moment, ran his hand through his still-wet short hair somewhat irritably.
With long strides, he entered the bathroom again, but this time the water was cold.
After cleaning up the kitchen, Nan Wan deliberately lingered for a while before heading to the living room.
The bathroom light was on, but there was no sound of water.
It should be... already done, right?
She tentatively pushed the bathroom door, unsurprisingly, it wasn’t locked.
She first opened it a crack, confirmed that there was no one inside, then boldly walked in.
She tidied up his clothes and put them into a clean paper bag to have the secretary send them for dry cleaning tomorrow.
When she saw that pair of black underwear, the warmth that had faded from her cheeks returned, and even her earlobes quietly blushed.
After hesitating for a full two minutes, she slowly began to clean it.
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Mu Jin Huan leaned against the headboard, holding the jade pendant tied with a red string in his hand.
He heard the sound of the door opening and looked toward the entrance.
The heat in his dark eyes disappeared, replaced by a depth that could drown a person, "I picked this up from the ground, is it yours?"
Nan Wan originally had her head lowered and didn’t notice. After closing the door, her gaze landed on the man’s slightly raised hand.
She paused slightly but quickly resumed, "Mm, it’s mine, sort of."
When she found her keys, she hadn’t zipped up her bag properly. Just as she fell onto the sofa with Lu Li, the drunkard, it must have slipped out due to the movement.
She walked to the bed, lifted the quilt, and lay down.
The sheets seemed to have been changed; the quilt was new too.
The man with obsessive cleanliness, seemingly quite conscientious.
Even though the change in expression lasted only a brief moment, Mu Jin Huan still accurately caught it.
He extended his arm around the woman’s shoulder and asked leisurely, "This jade pendant doesn’t appear to be an ordinary type found in the market, and you just left it lying on the carpet?"
The warmth in the man’s body was back to normal, blended with the fragrance of the same bottle of shower gel.
Nan Wan adjusted to a comfortable position and said softly, "The one who treats it as their life isn’t me, so I didn’t think much of it."
Mu Jin Huan absentmindedly toyed with the jade pendant in his hand, lowered his gaze, his eyes falling onto the woman’s serene brows and eyes.
His voice was low and deep, "Mrs. Mu, shall we exchange a question?"
Nan Wan tilted her head up, blinked her eyes, "Can I refuse?"
"No."
"Oh."
Mu Jin Huan placed the jade pendant on her side’s nightstand, casually pulling the quilt up to cover her shoulder, "Tell me about that nightmare night."
Nan Wan’s eyes remained closed, long and curled eyelashes quivering lightly.
"Don’t want to talk?"
The deep voice carried no displeasure, nor was there any trace of coercion.
Nan Wan knew that the lie she told that night was once again seen through by this man, "The story is too long, I’m afraid you don’t have the patience to listen."
Mu Jin Huan’s slender fingers lifted the woman’s chin, "You can skip what all Qing City people know."
Unable to resist that intense gaze, Nan Wan opened her eyes, looking into those warm, deep eyes, and began to recall the two stories buried by time.
More than fifty years ago, a Russian businessman named Mikhail came to China to do business and fell in love with the beautiful Cinderella, Du Yuan, and from then on initiated a fierce pursuit.
At first, Cinderella thought this man with high nose and white skin was very frivolous, making grand promises at the drop of a hat, and frequently kissing the back of her hand, but she ultimately couldn’t resist the allure so different from the subtlety of Chinese people, and married him.
Soon, they had a daughter, Du Ruo.
Mikhail’s business continued to prosper. With the passage of time, the couple’s faces grew more lined, and their daughter blossomed into beauty.
In the throes of first love, she met the then-handsome youth Nan Chengzhi and fell for him at first sight, absolutely and irrevocably, going so far as hunger strikes and wrist-cutting.
