Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 169 - 129. Tsk tsk, coming to a place like this while pregnant?_2

"What’s so good about this jealousy," the inexplicable emotion buried in Nan Wan’s heart seemed to dissipate, as she raised her hand to gather her long hair to one side, casually combing it, "she hasn’t even written you a love letter."

If the previous nonchalant probing wasn’t called jealousy, then the sentence that followed seemed very suspicious.

It’s not like she would pout with a straight face, nor would she coquettishly play cute with sweet smiles; her usual calm demeanor, but occasionally giving him a sudden sharp jab, made her even more of a headache.

He wasn’t unaware of Qinglu’s thoughts, it’s just...

In his dark eyes there was a depth that others couldn’t understand, his voice was low, "Qinglu’s leg hasn’t fully recovered yet, and there is no sign of improvement in her condition, I can’t distance myself from her just yet."

Qinglu, Qinglu...

He even called her quite intimately.

Nan Wan looked up, seeing the man’s serious expression, couldn’t help but laugh out loud, "I was joking, you’re taking it so seriously that I seem unreasonable, this behavior doesn’t suit me."

Recently it’s been ridiculous; some words come out without passing through my brain, purely instinctual.

The culprit is that sentence: Nan Wan, shall we give it a try?

Nan Wan was abruptly aware that this man was changing her, quietly, subtly, she hadn’t even noticed it herself. But Shen Zhimei saw it clearly.

Isn’t this exactly the saying: the person involved is confused, the onlooker sees clearly?

The deep voice echoed in her ear, "Nan Wan, you have the privilege to be unreasonable."

What did he mean by this?

Nan Wan looked at the brand-new watch, her gaze going from dazed to clear.

Standing up, she walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, her voice calm, "Your sister is two years younger than me, by comparison, her age is more fitting for these things, but isn’t she also proper and generous?"

Even when being coquettish, it’s pleasing to the eye.

Mu Jin Huan’s gaze followed that silhouette as it moved away, his slender fingers reached into the pocket of his suit pants, fingertips exploring the edge of a small brocade box, "When she throws a tantrum, two of you still wouldn’t be comparable."

Nan Wan really couldn’t tell that the gentle and quiet Mrs. Gu would have such a side, "Quite surprising."

But thinking about it, it’s not impossible; doesn’t Shen Zhimei also seem harmless on the surface, but actually hidden with sharpness beneath?

In appearance, the two had some similarities, both being the fresh and elegant type of classical beauty.

As soon as her brother met with trouble, the Ji Family went bankrupt, if Ji Wanxia was really just that soft on the surface, it’s hard to imagine how she withstood those upheavals, she must have suffered a lot.

Suddenly Nan Ze’s words about Shen Zhimei came to mind: When she was by my side, she was like the most delicate flower in a greenhouse, occasionally unable to open a bottle cap, occasionally needing coaxing to take medicine, but when she was on her own, she was stronger than anyone else.

Drawing open the curtains, looking through the floor-to-ceiling window, there’s a feeling of having the entire city at your feet.

What was he thinking, standing here for so long that night?

The man’s warm body pressed forward, the next second, Nan Wan was turned around gently by her shoulders.

The movement was forceful and undeniable, but... also gentle.

As their eyes met, she could see her small reflection in his dark eyes.

She opened her lips, confused, asking, "Why are you doing this?"

The humidifier was in the corner, faint mist falling into the air, mingling with the pleasant scent of lilies and the man’s unique cool scent, lingering at her nose.

Mu Jin Huan’s deep eyes seemed to be covered by a layer of mist as well, misty and heavy, without a word, his palm slid from the woman’s shoulder to her soft and boneless little hand, his gaze followed.

Nan Wan couldn’t understand the depth in his eyes.

A sudden chill spread through her fingers, instinctively she looked down, the chill came from a modest diamond ring.

The man’s slender fingers held the diamond ring, slipping it over her knuckle, placing it at the junction of her palm and fingers, finally twisting it half a turn to the left and right, as if checking if it fit.

Nan Wan’s gaze fell dazedly on that diamond reflecting an alluring luster, she murmured, "Why give me this, wouldn’t it be fine to just wear the wedding ring then?"

Mu Jin Huan gazed at the woman’s exquisite face, every bit of her emotion captured in his eyes.

Though not overly surprised, there was a slight ripple; if it were before, aside from a smile that didn’t reach her heart, she wouldn’t have had any extra emotion.

"Don’t like it?" The cold ring gradually gained warmth, its presence not as strong as at the beginning.