Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 153 - 125. Why did you marry Nan Wan? _2

Last time he clearly stated that he could only cook noodles, not even choosing vegetables, let alone cooking, which is much harder.

"There’s a first time for everything. Apologies for using Mrs. Mu as a guinea pig. If it’s really inedible, let Liu An get takeout from a restaurant."

Nan Wan thought it wasn’t necessary, pulling back from the man’s embrace, "The CEO’s precious time should be spent wisely, and this skill isn’t essential."

Mu Jin Huan leaned against the sink, raised his hand to pull her back into his arms, their foreheads touching, "Are you really okay?"

"Do I look like someone who would wrong herself to please you?"

I wouldn’t have before, and certainly not now.

Mu Jin Huan didn’t insist further and gently kissed the corner of the woman’s lips, "Then you cook, and I’ll finish the remaining emails."

At this moment, Nan Wan wouldn’t deliberately tease him, only passively accepting his gentle kiss, not daring to respond.

"Okay."

Mu Jin Huan only gave her a brief kiss, supported her waist to help her stand steadily, and then returned to the living room to continue working.

Nan Wan stared dazedly at the vegetables.

After last night, it seemed their way of interacting had quietly changed.

Many words and actions happened naturally.

Nan Wan, since this man has entered your life, and you don’t dislike him, just... try to hold onto him, forget the illusory and ephemeral past.

Then, wake up from the nightmare and take a daring gamble.

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After eating, Nan Wan sat on the sofa with a cup of hot water, watching Mu Jin Huan’s slender fingers flying over the keyboard.

The warmth from the heater was just right. It was a sunny day, and the sunlight streaming through the glass into the living room was gentle.

Honestly, she had never watched a man work, or rather, she had never had the energy or mood to watch a man working at a computer, to be more accurate.

During this time, his phone would ring every few minutes, with many professional terms. To Nan Wan, it sounded like a different world; she didn’t understand, but from his occasionally furrowed brows, it seemed like serious matters.

"There’s nothing much going on with me. Why don’t you go to the office, and pick me up after work?"

Mu Jin Huan browsed the emails without looking up, "Am I bothering you?"

Nan Wan took a sip of tea and spoke softly, "Not at all..."

During her period, her temper was bad and she easily got irritable, but she wouldn’t just feel bothered for no reason.

Mu Jin Huan raised his eyes, his calm gaze falling on her slightly blushing face, "Then stop sending me away every few hours."

The warm humidity filled the air, brushing against her eyes and nose, a bit hot.

Nan Wan placed the cup back on the coffee table, hugged a pillow to her chest, "You’ve got things to handle at the office. You don’t need to keep me company."

"It’s a small matter. My absence won’t have much impact."

Nan Wan softly responded with an "oh", her gaze shifting away from the man.

Since he put it that way, if she kept insisting, it would seem overly bothersome.

All she could hear was the sound of keyboard tapping.

The place that was hers suddenly had another person. Just one night and half a day, and it already had his scent.

The phone, buried under the pillow, vibrated. Nan Wan reached over, picked up the phone, and unlocked it.

A news notification popped into view.

A major project from a multinational company planned for next year, initially decided on the Mu Family as the partner, but the latest news this morning said the project was taken over by the Su Family.

The Mu Family’s month-long efforts went down the drain.

Nan Wan’s heart sank.

She’s not familiar with the battles of the business world, but she could imagine that losing such a large project would be a significant loss—one that outsiders couldn’t easily estimate.

And yet, he lightly called it a "small matter".

She put down the phone, stood up, walked around the coffee table, and sat next to him on the sofa.

She tilted her head, leaning gently on his shoulder.

The woman’s initiative softened Mu Jin Huan’s previously indifferent features, "What’s wrong?"

Nan Wan smiled softly, "Nothing, really."

Her voice was gentle, her complexion normal, showing no signs of discomfort.

Mu Jin Huan placed the notebook on his lap onto the sofa, extending his arms to pull her back into his embrace, holding her by the waist.

Suddenly lifted, Nan Wan instinctively opened her eyes wide, "What are you doing?"

Mu Jin Huan strode towards the bedroom, "Taking a nap."

Although Nan Wan hadn’t slept well last night, she had made up for it in the morning, so she wrapped her arms around his neck, "I’m not sleepy."