Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 157 - 126. Mr. Mu was taken upstairs by Grandma for a conversation, and Mrs. Mu was eagerly waiting.
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Mu Jin Huan came down the stairs from the second floor, Jiashu was already asleep in Nan Wan’s arms, his little mouth slightly open, breathing softly.
Taking the coat handed by Aunt Jing and hanging it over his arm, he walked to the front of the sofa.
Glancing at the small figure sleeping in Nan Wan’s arms, he picked up the remote control from the table and turned off the TV, "Grandma’s gone to bed, let’s head back."
Nan Wan’s arm had gone a bit numb from the pressure, her pretty brows slightly furrowed, she lowered her voice, "My sister-in-law took a taxi here, and at this hour, I’m not comfortable with her taking a taxi back. How about we take her to the Nan Family and then go back to the apartment?"
Mu Jin Huan responded, "Alright."
He leaned over, covered Jiashu with his coat, and then gently lifted him from her arms.
Shen Zhimei came out of the bathroom as Nan Wan had already dressed, squatting down to help place Mu Jin Huan’s shoes properly.
Taking her clothes from the coat rack, she slung her bag over her shoulder and smiled at Mu Jin Huan, "Then I won’t be polite, thank you for taking an extra half hour to drive."
Mu Jin Huan changed his shoes and replied lightly, "It’s on the way."
Aunt Jing saw them to the door and reminded Nan Wan, "Be safe on the road."
"Yes, it’s getting late, Aunt Jing, you should rest early too."
After Nan Wan finished speaking, she turned around and walked to the car to open the door for Mu Jin Huan.
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Since Jiashu was asleep, the three in the car remained silent, it was quiet.
Shen Zhimei sat in the back seat, gently caressing her son’s cheek with her fingertips.
The phone vibrated softly, not disturbing Jiashu’s sleep.
With her free hand, she took the phone from her bag, unlocked it, and a message popped up on the screen: Zhimei, I miss you.
Delete, power off. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖
After doing these, she put the phone back in her bag, her ink-like brows and eyes showed no ripple of emotion.
She leaned her head against the glass, gazing at the colorful neon lights outside the car window.
[Third Brother, Grandma made your favorite sweet and sour fish today, you couldn’t try it, so I ate a few more bites for you, just as delicious as before.]
[Third Brother, Wanwan is getting married soon, you probably won’t see it, but don’t worry, I’ll record the whole event for you.]
[Jiashu no longer asks me, where did Daddy go on a business trip? Why doesn’t Daddy call me? When will Daddy be back?]
[Third Brother, this winter without you seems colder than previous years.]
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The traffic on the roads at night was light, compared to the congestion during peak hours, it was almost unobstructed.
The car arrived at the Nan Family’s villa at 9:47 PM.
A child is harder to carry when asleep than when awake, Nan Wan lowered her head to unbuckle her seatbelt, preparing to get out of the car to help Shen Zhimei carry Jiashu into the villa.
Mu Jin Huan held down Nan Wan’s hand and unbuckled his own seatbelt, "Stay seated, I’ll go."
Nan Wan glanced at the man’s suit, speaking softly, "It’s cold outside, and your coat is still on Jiashu, I should..."
"It’s okay, it’s just a few steps."
Mu Jin Huan was unconcerned, and as he spoke, he had already pushed open the car door.
He circled to the back seat and carried the sleeping Jiashu out of the car.
Shen Zhimei, after gathering their things, leaned forward on Nan Wan’s seat back, "I’m heading in, you should stay here and avoid the cold wind if you’re not feeling well."
Nan Wan turned back, wrapping her scarf around her neck, "Alright, I know, you sleep early."
Shen Zhimei didn’t refuse, she adjusted her collar and got out of the car.
At the villa’s doorstep, she took over Jiashu and smiled at Mu Jin Huan, "Family doesn’t say ’thank you’."
Jiashu moved uneasily, the coat wrapped around him was about to slip off.
Mu Jin Huan timely reached out to tuck the coat back in place, "It’s what I should do."
Perhaps hearing a nearby dog’s bark, Jiashu awoke, sleepy-eyed, noticing after a while that he was back at his grandpa’s house.
Shen Zhimei touched her forehead to her son’s cheek, her voice tender, "Little lazybones, say goodbye to Uncle."
Jiashu blinked and looked at Mu Jin Huan, his soft voice hoarse with sleepiness, "Uncle, goodbye."
The well-behaved and adorable little bun can melt even the coldest and most determined heart.
At this moment, Mu Jin Huan’s heart was also soft and tender.
Having a child, it seems, isn’t so bad.
Yet he merely said calmly, "Goodbye."
The wind picked up, Shen Zhimei worried her son might catch cold, and just as the housekeeper opened the door, she prepared to go inside, "We’re going in, you and Wanwan rest early."
