Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 163 - 127. He can even bring himself to eat such tender grass like you? _4
She could still pick out that tall, elegant figure from the crowd at a glance.
"Brother Sheng, he’s waiting for me, I’ll go first."
Sheng Jingzhen didn’t need to look back, because he had already seen the content in her eyes, gentle and glowing.
There was no sense of bitterness in his heart, but rather a release of emotions accumulated over many years, like an elder brother watching his younger sister, he smiled warmly, "Go ahead."
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Nan Wan walked up to the man, took his arm proactively, "Have you waited long?"
It was indeed a coincidence, these days he had been waiting at the hospital entrance, and today she happened to run into Sheng Jingzhen.
Mu Jin Huan withdrew his gaze, looked at the clean little face in front of him, and softly replied, "Just arrived."
He clasped the woman’s cold hand on his arm in his palm, naturally guiding her outside.
The warmth spread to the skin, dispelling the chill.
Following his pace, it wasn’t until they were near the car that Nan Wan spoke up, "He came to the hospital to see a friend, I just happened to run into him when I was coming downstairs."
Understanding the explanation, it seemed his concerns these past few days weren’t for nothing.
Mu Jin Huan’s lips curved into a barely-there smile as he opened the car’s passenger door for her to sit inside.
After closing the door, he leaned over to fasten her seatbelt, "How did you know each other?"
The man’s short hair brushed against her jaw, tickling.
The faint scent of tobacco lingered at her nostrils, mingling with a unique, fresh aroma, "His mother was my teacher and a friend of my grandmother’s, we’ve known each other since childhood."
After fastening the seatbelt, Mu Jin Huan didn’t retreat to his position but looked at her with a teasing gaze, "And he could go for such a tender young thing like you?"
To Sheng Jingzhen, Nan Wan was indeed very young.
He was entering high school when she was just born, he joined the workforce while she was in elementary school learning basic arithmetic, he married and had children when she was a blossoming sixteen or seventeen-year-old.
Nan Wan looked at his handsome face up close and smiled, "No need to get jealous of something so improbable, Mr. Mu."
Mu Jin Huan also smiled, but his smile was superficial, his deep eyes inscrutable, "If Sheng Jingzhen wasn’t married, would you have chosen him?"
The calloused pad of his finger brushed her jaw, bringing a strange sensation.
Nan Wan couldn’t help but lean back, "That kind of ’if’ doesn’t exist, so I’ve never considered it."
Just as she finished speaking, her lips were covered.
The kiss was deep and meticulous.
It felt as if he was dispelling something, declaring ownership.
As their breaths tangled, she heard him say, "There are too many men who have their eyes on Mrs. Mu, I came too late, missed your youth, and feel regretful."
His voice was low, like a millstone turning as it fell into her ear.
He arrived just at the right time, if he’d come earlier, her eyes and heart would only have seen Lu Li, if he’d come later, she wouldn’t know whom she’d have approached at the party that night.
In the confined space, she seemed to hear both their breathing.
"Having regrets is the normal state of life, isn’t it?"
Upon hearing this, Mu Jin Huan chuckled softly, his voice hoarse, "Mm, you’re right, anyway, from now on, every day, you’ll only be monopolized by me, those regrets are unimportant."
It wasn’t until the car merged into the traffic that Nan Wan pulled herself back from that irresistible heartache.
The subtle sweetness opened the floodgates, pouring incessantly from her heart, feeling like eating candy, sweet on every inch of her tongue.
Her lips curved upward, "Mr. Mu, you still want to monopolize every day of mine, isn’t that a bit greedy."
So, this is what being in love is like...
No wonder back then, Third Brother would always appear around Shen Zhimei, that cold and reserved person, yet his gaze at Shen Zhimei was filled with warmth.
The neon lights outside the car window interwove, adorning the city under the night sky with warmth.
Mu Jin Huan drove the car, naturally not noticing the smile on the woman’s lips, but the soft and tender voice in his ear felt like a small, coy woman’s demeanor.
The steady and sharp curve of his handsome face was gentle at this moment, "Then you monopolize me."
Nan Wan casually played with her phone, speaking softly, "I haven’t even written you a love letter..."
But as soon as she spoke, she regretted it, wanting to bite her tongue off.
She hadn’t even drunk any alcohol, so why was her mind so unclear?
To Mu Jin Huan’s ears, it was clearly like a young girl pouting and complaining, softening his heart.
He freed a hand to rub her head, speaking in a low, deep voice, "Even though I’ve never read a love letter before, if Mrs. Mu writes one, I might consider reading it."
Although he’s been a seasoned driver for many years, during rush hour, the traffic was heavy, and Nan Wan lowered the man’s hand back onto the steering wheel.
Smoothing her ruffled hair, she spoke softly, "That might disappoint Mr. Mu, I’m a typical science student, can’t write those flowery words."
In this era where people use mobile apps to communicate even face-to-face, love letters seem to have become a luxury item, right?
"The simplest words can more deeply reflect the emotion."
Nan Wan turned to look at his chiseled profile with a smile, "How about you write one for me?"
"I can write, but what will you give in return?"
Nan Wan looked as if she was seriously troubled, twisting a lock of hair around her finger, lazily, "I’m without money or power, I can only repay with my body..."
Mu Jin Huan’s thin lips curled into a faint smile, "Then let’s test it tonight, see if I’m satisfied."
Many years later, during those days when there was no light, every morning, the prison guard would deliver a love letter to Nan Wan.
Just a few dozen words, but she could read them over and over for a long time.
From morning to night, and from night till dawn.
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Mu Jin Huan called ahead, so Aunt Zhou had dinner ready on time. Though it was just vegetarian dishes, decades of culinary skills weren’t for nothing, and they were still very delicious. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶
As she carried the prepared dishes to the dining room, she asked, "Xiao Zhao, did you change the sheets and covers in the mister and madam’s bedroom?"
The mister had a cleanliness obsession, instructing that bed linens and toiletries be changed daily. Aunt Zhou, after all, was getting older and not as efficient as young people, so these tasks were now handled by Zhao Ying.
After dumping the leftover dog food from Barton’s dish into the trash, Zhao Ying went to the kitchen to wash the dish, "Changed them in the afternoon."
