Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 172 - 130. This kind of thing happens too frequently; it’s not good and can harm the body.
When the woman walked to Nan Huaiyu’s side, she kissed his face, leaving a faint lipstick mark.
Her voice was charming and soft, "Mr. Nan, I just came to the restroom to touch up my makeup, and you’re already this impatient..."
By evening, the lighting here had already turned suggestive.
Nan Huaiyu naturally wrapped his arm around the woman’s waist, his gaze full of mischievous smiles, "Isn’t it because you’re so beautiful, my dear? You’ve completely enchanted me."
The woman laughed coquettishly, offering her lips, "You’re terrible..."
Nan Wan didn’t want to look for even a single moment, and walked away.
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Mu Jin Huan gave his seat to others and stepped out to smoke. Before he could light up, he caught sight of Nan Wan walking with her head down from the corner of his eye.
He threw the cigarette in his lips into the trash, and as she approached, he asked, "Feeling unwell?"
The scene of Nan Huaiyu entangled with that woman in the hallway was still fresh in Nan Wan’s mind, making her feel waves of nausea as she whispered, "A little, maybe it’s too stuffy inside."
When she left the private room, she was still perfectly fine.
Her once rosy and healthy complexion was now a bit pale; Mu Jin Huan noticed and frowned.
A force appeared at her waist, pulling her forward. Nan Wan lifted her head, puzzled, and asked, "Where are we going?"
"Home."
Nan Wan’s discomfort in her stomach persisted, but just leaving like this felt somewhat inappropriate.
"Your sister and the others are still inside; isn’t it bad for us to leave?"
Mu Jin Huan took out his phone and as he walked, called the driver, "It’s fine, Gu Shaozhi and Huo Yihan have business to discuss. Our presence or absence at the dinner makes no difference."
After turning the corridor, the lighting in the hall became a bit brighter.
The decadent aroma in the air was replaced by the crisp mint scent from the man beside her, easing the turmoil in Nan Wan’s stomach.
Listening to his voice instructing the driver to bring the car, she finally spoke up after the call ended, "Shouldn’t we at least tell them?"
Mu Jin Huan’s eyes were calm, "No need."
After leaving Miyue, the outside world was already enveloped in the shroud of night.
After waiting about two minutes, the driver pulled the car to the entrance, and once they were seated in the backseat, respectfully asked, "President Mu, where to?"
Mu Jin Huan wrapped his arm around Nan Wan’s waist, letting her lean against him, and calmly instructed, "North Shore Villa."
He didn’t speak further along the way, contemplating the profound and inscrutable look in Nan Wan’s dark eyes.
Outside the window, the city lights flickered like a kaleidoscope, both illusory and real.
Under the pretext of going to the restroom, Huo Yihan searched everywhere but saw no one. It was only after making a call that he found out they were already in the car.
Cursing under his breath, he returned to the private room, telling everyone to move to the restaurant to eat first, then switch to another venue.
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Upon returning home, Aunt Zhou had already prepared dinner.
Nan Wan changed her shoes and said to Mu Jin Huan, "I don’t have an appetite, so I won’t join you for dinner."
Mu Jin Huan stopped Barton, who was ready to pounce back with energy, "Alright, you go upstairs first."
After seeing Nan Wan turn the corner on the second floor, Aunt Zhou asked worriedly, "Sir, what’s wrong with madam?"
Mu Jin Huan’s expression was unperturbed as he picked up a ball from the floor and threw it into the living room. Barton immediately chased after it, "Nothing."
Aunt Zhou assumed the couple had argued, but couldn’t say so directly, so she approached the topic indirectly, "Madam is already quite slender, skipping meals isn’t good."
Mu Jin Huan’s expression didn’t change; he simply said lightly, "Heat a cup of milk for me."
Upon hearing this, Aunt Zhou felt relieved and quickly returned to the kitchen. She took fresh milk from the fridge, heated it, and brought it to Mu Jin Huan.
The food on the table remained untouched, completely intact.
Zhao Ying watched the tall figure stepping onto the stairs, unable to hold back, "Sir, aren’t you having dinner?"
His response, extremely indifferent, was just two words, "Not hungry."
But Zhao Ying didn’t feel disappointed; instead, she felt a sense of delight.
There had never been such a situation between these two; whenever he dined at home, that woman would always accompany him at the table, even if she had already eaten.
This was the first time it happened this way.
Now that they’ve started arguing, does it mean she has a chance?
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When Mu Jin Huan entered the bedroom with the hot milk, that slender body was curled up on the sofa.
The room was lit only by a wall lamp, making that small figure appear particularly fragile in the dim light.
Except for that night on the hospital rooftop, he had never seen her like this again.
