Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 156 - 126. Mr. Mu was taken upstairs by Grandma for a conversation, and Mrs. Mu was eagerly waiting.
At the dining table, Xu Shuyu adjusted her glasses, switched to a spare pair of chopsticks, and placed a piece of rib into Mu Jin Huan’s bowl, "I don’t know what you like to eat, so I just made some home-cooked dishes."
Mu Jin Huan’s handsome face softened from its resolute lines, his voice low and humble, "I’m not picky, grandma’s cooking tastes great."
Xu Shuyu’s expression remained calm, loving, and kind.
His tone was modest, polite to the point of being icy yet not condescending, just like the previous times they met, with no faults to be found.
Since Nannan had already married him, she naturally hoped the two could support each other and grow old together.
Looking at the other two people, she smiled and said, "Why are you all just sitting there, start eating."
Jiashu watched helplessly as Great Grandma placed the most delicious piece of rib into someone else’s bowl, his little face filled with displeasure. Before, the first piece was always given to him.
Pouting, he said something shocking, "Great Grandma, Uncle Mu and Auntie kissed."
Upon hearing this, Nan Wan’s body stiffened, and the spoon she held slipped, making a crisp clinking sound as it hit the porcelain.
Her ears turned red.
Mu Jin Huan’s expression showed no fluctuation, his dining habits continued to be as elegant as ever.
His peripheral glance at the little pouting dumpling contained a faint, almost imperceptible smile.
Zhi Mei put a hand on her forehead, glaring jokingly at Nan Wan beside her, "What kind of auntie are you?"
She had only been away for a few minutes, when did Miss Nan become so indifferent to the occasion, acting like this in front of a three-year-old?
Nan Wan glared back, but her momentum had clearly diminished, "...I did not." 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎
Children’s words are innocent, yet they’re also the most genuine.
Nan Wan couldn’t find the words to explain.
Xu Shuyu spoke up, "Alright, alright, let’s eat."
Then she placed a piece of rib into the bowl of the jealous little guy, smiling lovingly, "In the future, call him Uncle-in-law."
"But Uncle Mu sounds better."
"Doesn’t Jiashu want someone to be good to Auntie, to take care of her?"
Jiashu, licking his greasy fingers, nodded.
His look at Mu Jin Huan was a mix of understanding and confusion, but those little jealous flames were gone.
The atmosphere returned to harmony.
The warmth from the hand on her lap was suddenly held, Nan Wan turned her head slightly, but the man beside her showed no change.
Whether it was the lighting or the beautiful atmosphere, the man’s resolute profile seemed to soften.
The soup grandma served him had sprigs of cilantro floating on top, something he didn’t like, yet he drank it all without changing his expression.
Jiashu asked nonsensical questions, and he patiently listened and explained in the simplest terms.
When Shen Zhimei occasionally teased deliberately, he showed no impatience, glossing over it with a light smile.
Nan Wan suddenly realized, without panic or sharpness, perhaps this is how life is meant to be.
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After dinner.
Aunt Jing was in the kitchen tidying up dishes, Jiashu sat on the carpet watching cartoons, and Shen Zhimei peeled an apple in her hand.
Her gaze turned from the second floor to Nan Wan beside her, smiling, "Haven’t you understood grandma’s temperament by now? Why worry unnecessarily?"
Mr. Mu was taken upstairs by grandma for a talk, while Mrs. Mu was eagerly waiting.
Nan Wan remained calm, sipping her tea, "Which eye of yours saw me worrying?"
Shen Zhimei was too lazy to expose her, after peeling the apple, she then cut it into small pieces, speaking as she went, "Have you noticed?"
"Noticed what?"
"Your interactions with Mr. Mu now are very natural, without pretense, avoidance, or resistance," Shen Zhimei placed a piece of cut apple in front of her, "Nan Wan, do you know what this means?"
Her eyes had returned to their usual calmness, with no hint of playful banter.
Nan Wan took the piece of fruit she offered, brought it to her lips, and took a bite, "Wh...at?"
Shen Zhimei looked at her, "It means you’re used to living with him now."
Nan Wan’s gaze fell on the fruit with a single bite mark, her eyes lowered, her voice light, "Wasn’t that bound to happen sooner or later?"
The word ’habit’ is defined in the dictionary as a lifestyle that develops over time.
Which means, no matter who you’re with, as long as there’s enough time, it becomes a ’habit’, not having much to do with the person.
Shen Zhimei picked up her phone, glanced at the date on the screen, "But have you thought about it? It’s been less than two weeks since you got your marriage certificate."
After she said this, only the sound of the cartoon playing on the TV filled the living room.
