Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 162 - 127. He can even bring himself to eat such tender grass like you? _3

Yu Qinglu watched the phone screen go from light to dark, light again, and then dark again, hidden pale in the shadows, her voice, however, was light, "What do you think, a man in his thirties, who previously wasn’t interested in even the most beautiful young heiresses, suddenly wants to get married one day, what could be the reason?"

Liu An was caught off guard by this question, and when he finally reacted, he quickly replied, "That depends on the situation; every man is different."

Yu Qinglu lowered her head, absentmindedly playing with the black silk box, "Speak up, let’s hear it."

Liu An, while observing the rearview mirror, cautiously analyzed, "If it’s a playboy suddenly wanting to get married, then he’s probably just tired of playing around; if it’s the stable and reserved type, then perhaps he’s met the right person."

Yu Qinglu chuckled, though her gaze at the gift box was devoid of warmth, "What if it’s a man who has silently loved a woman he cannot love for nearly ten years?"

Her voice was faint and cool, with a white coat, long hair cascading in front, if the light was a bit dimmer, she really had the feel of Sadako from a Japanese horror movie.

Liu An suddenly recalled that incident at the hotel not long ago and couldn’t help feeling a bit spooked.

Cold sweat broke out on his back, his eyes dared not glance at the rearview mirror again, and his hands subconsciously tightened on the steering wheel, the words he spoke trembled, "Then... that must be the latter... I suppose."

Upon hearing this, the curve on Yu Qinglu’s lips froze, and the silk box in her hand fell, making a small sound.

The right person?

She didn’t believe in it.

After a long while, she bent down to pick up the fallen box and placed it in her bag nearby, speaking indifferently, "Let’s go back to the hotel."

Liu An swallowed hard, his tone unprecedentedly respectful, "Okay."

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At six in the evening, Nan Wan clocked off work on time.

When the elevator reached the first floor, as the elevator doors moved to the sides, Sheng Jingzhen, whom she hadn’t seen in a long time, came into view.

Standing beside him was his mother, who was also her mentor.

Kind and serene, as gentle as an orchid.

It took Nan Wan a few seconds before stepping out of the elevator.

People streamed in and out, causing a brief moment of chaos.

Once everyone had entered and exited, Nan Wan spoke up, "Teacher, are you feeling unwell?"

The elderly lady was quite pleased to see Nan Wan, took her hand and patted it in her palm, "It’s not me, it’s my daughter-in-law’s sister who is hospitalized, Jingzhen and I came to visit."

"Is it serious?"

The elderly lady shook her head and sighed deeply, "She lost a six-month-old baby, the physical pain is nothing compared to the emotional pain."

Hearing this, Nan Wan didn’t know what to say for a moment, verbal concerns were of no use, they couldn’t alleviate pain, nor could they serve as money.

In a low voice, she said, "To be a mother, such pain is naturally something outsiders can’t comprehend."

"No more about it," the elderly lady concealed her sorrow and pity, holding Nan Wan’s hand earnestly, "Nan Wan, you’ve gotten married, live well, life is long, there’s nothing that can’t be overcome."

These days, the newspapers and news were all about this child’s marriage to the Mu Family’s second young master, even for someone like her, who didn’t pay much attention to entertainment news, she noticed.

She knew what kind of person her student was.

"As long as it’s a good match, no matter how late you meet, no matter how many people were before, no matter how terrible the past, two together can grow old happily."

Nostalgia filled her eyes, Nan Wan looked at this university mentor she hadn’t seen in a long time, smiled and said, "Alright, I’ll remember your words, teacher."

In the half year before she met Mu Jin Huan, everyone knew she was a complete mess.

Sheng Jingzhen gently reminded his mother, "Mom, didn’t you say you wanted to go to the restroom?"

The elderly lady then remembered, "Oh right, seeing Nan Wan made me forget about it, you two talk, I’ll go to the restroom."

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It was the time when work ended, and the corridor was bustling with people.

Sheng Jingzhen withdrew his gaze from the person in front of him and warmly said two words, "Congratulations."

A nurse pushed a hospital bed past, and Nan Wan stepped aside, "Brother Sheng, you’re being so formal, it makes us seem distant."

It was the look he was familiar with.

Sheng Jingzhen smiled, "I received the invitation, and on the thirteenth, I’ll come up with a blessing that doesn’t sound distant."

Nan Wan’s gaze went past Sheng Jingzhen’s shoulder, resting on a spot ten meters behind him; people came and went, some in white coats, others in suits.