Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 155 - 125. Why did you marry Nan Wan? _4

Nan Wan nodded, handed over the tea leaves, "Mu Huan asked someone to bring these for grandma, Aunt Jing, could you make some for her to try?"

Aunt Jing took the tea leaves, placed them properly, then went back to the kitchen to help.

Shen Zhimei watched her son hand over the toy he couldn’t fix to Mu Jin Huan, and didn’t stop him. She put the teacup on the coffee table, "Have some tea."

Mu Jin Huan looked at the half-assembled excavator in his hand, walked over to the sofa, and sat down, "Thank you."

Jia Shu lay on the sofa, with his chubby hands under his little chin, watching intently.

He had heard Qingqing at school say that her uncle was amazing and could assemble any kind of LEGO.

As Jia Shu watched, the light on his little face dimmed.

If only Dad were here...

Shen Zhimei nudged Nan Wan with her elbow, smiling faintly, "Oh, you’re calling him Mu Huan now... got familiar pretty quickly."

Nan Wan couldn’t be bothered with her, took off her coat and hung it on the rack, ready to go to the kitchen, "Look at your son before you speak, he seems to be getting familiar even faster than I am."

From their angle, they could only see little Jia Shu’s raised butt and Mu Jin Huan’s calm and resolute profile.

Shen Zhimei shrugged, "Well, there’s nothing I can do, I know nothing about those toys."

Nan Wan pushed open the kitchen door, and the aroma immediately aroused her appetite, "Aunt Jing, let me help grandma."

Aunt Jing chopped scallions while smiling, "Young lady, since it’s your new husband’s first visit, you should go to the living room and chat with him. The kitchen work is better left to me and the old lady."

Nan Wan didn’t understand what Aunt Jing was so happy about, having had that smile on her face ever since they arrived, "It’s okay, he doesn’t need me to accompany him."

After serving the dish from the pot onto a plate, Xu Shuyu turned around and gently tapped Nan Wan’s shoulder with just the right amount of force.

Her face still radiating kindness, "It’s his first visit, and we’re all staying in the kitchen, what sense does that make?"

Nan Wan was indifferent, "Jia Shu and my sister-in-law are in the living room."

"Silly child, they’re not the same as you," Xu Shuyu ushered her out of the kitchen, "Go on, there are only two more dishes to finish."

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Shen Zhimei sat on the opposite sofa, "Son, your aunt is in the kitchen eating your favorite bunny buns, you better go check."

Jia Shu didn’t believe it, his eyes still focused on the nearly completed LEGO in Mu Jin Huan’s hands, "Aunt wouldn’t do that."

Shen Zhimei sipped her tea earnestly, "But mommy saw it just now, you know."

Upon hearing this, little Jia Shu immediately stood up straight and ran off to the kitchen.

After sending the little guy away, Shen Zhimei looked again at the person opposite her, "Mr. Mu, may I ask you a question?"

Mu Jin Huan didn’t look up as he assembled the toy, his voice steady, "Feel free to ask."

For the first time, Shen Zhimei seriously examined this man, with his sharp brows and deep eyes, his features were sharp and cold, entirely different from Mu Jinqian’s gentle elegance.

Reserved and composed, dignified and remote.

She withdrew her gaze and took a sip of tea, "Why did you marry Nan Wan?"

Upon hearing this, Mu Jin Huan’s hands paused for a moment.

It seemed as though he had never considered this question.

After fitting the last piece, he placed it aside, picking up the teacup from the coffee table, the white steam wafting past his wristwatch, past the buttons on his suit, eventually blending into the air.

His deep voice remained calm, "Naturally because I like her."

Beneath his calm and indifferent demeanor lay a profound scheming that Shen Zhimei couldn’t fathom.

"Third brother is unconscious, and I believe you’ve experienced the Nan Family’s attitude. Besides grandma, you’re the only one Nan Wan has left."

Mu Jin Huan sipped his tea and remained silent for a few seconds, "She marries me, I marry her, other people don’t matter."

Nan Wan came out of the kitchen holding Jia Shu’s hand, casually asking, "What doesn’t matter?"

Shen Zhimei put down her teacup, smiling, "I asked your husband what kind of tea he liked. He said it didn’t matter what he drank, what mattered was who he saw."

Nan Wan didn’t believe it but went along with it anyway, "I’ve been here so long, why didn’t you ask what I wanted to drink?"

Jia Shu saw the assembled toy on the coffee table, broke free from Nan Wan’s hand, and ran to the table, turning into a little fanboy with eyes full of admiration, "Thank you, Uncle Mu."

Shen Zhimei thought the title wasn’t quite right, stood up, and ruffled Jia Shu’s head, "Son, from now on, you should call him Uncle-in-law."

Jia Shu fiddled with the new toy, not really paying attention to his mom’s words, casually responding, "Oh."

Feeling blatantly ignored, Shen Zhimei simply went to set the table in the dining room.

Mu Jin Huan glanced up, "Thirsty?"

With the heater on in winter, the air was dry.

Nan Wan replied, "A little, I’ll go get a glass."

Then she turned and headed for the dining room.

Mu Jin Huan raised his hand to hold her wrist, offering the cup he held in his other hand, "The temperature is just right."

Before Nan Wan could react, she heard a very serious little voice, "Uncle Mu, that’s the cup you drank from, Aunt can’t drink it."

Mu Jin Huan brought the woman down beside him, glanced at the little dumpling next to him, and spoke slowly, "Something someone else drank from, indeed your aunt shouldn’t drink. But I’m different."

Nan Wan didn’t mind these details, took the cup from the man, and drank a large sip, teasing Jia Shu, "Why can’t I drink from it?"

Inside, Jia Shu was breaking down; he thought of Uncle Mu as a friend, but never expected Uncle Mu would contend for his aunt with him.

Pouting, "Qingqing says boys and girls can’t drink from the same cup, or they’ll be kissing."

Hearing this, Nan Wan tried hard to hold back, swallowing the tea she drank before bursting into laughter in the man’s arms.

Mu Jin Huan patted the woman’s back, his dark eyes also hinted at a smile, "You sure know a lot."

Little Jia Shu proudly lifted his chin, "Of course."

After bringing the final dish of soup to the table, Aunt Jing wiped her hands on her apron and headed to the living room, "Young lady, young master, dinner is ready."

Mu Jin Huan placed the cup on the coffee table, stood up with Nan Wan, "Thank you, Aunt Jing."

Aunt Jing quickly smiled, "No trouble at all, most of it was done by the old lady; I just lent a hand."

Nan Wan stopped laughing, deciding to comfort her little nephew who was feeling hurt.

She crouched down and pinched his little cheek, "Look at that scrunched up face, won’t it do if Aunt doesn’t drink next time?"

He didn’t learn much else, but he perfectly replicated Xu Mo’s little routines.

Jia Shu was half-convinced, stretched out his pinky, "Pinky promise."

However, just a second before Nan Wan’s finger hooked with Jia Shu’s pinky, the man beside her scooped Jia Shu up, "Time to eat."

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