Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 173 - 130. This kind of thing happens too frequently; it’s not good and can harm the body. _2
The emotions in his deep eyes were obscure and difficult to understand.
The heavy sound of footsteps echoed in her ears. Nan Wan raised her head from between her knees, placed the foot from the sofa back into the slippers on the floor, and unfolded her body.
Her gaze fell on the diamond ring between her fingers, her voice very low, "Can I ask you a favor?"
Mu Jin Huan turned on the ceiling light, and the room suddenly brightened.
He walked to the front of the sofa, lifted the woman’s right hand, and handed a cup to her, "Drink the milk first." 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺
The warm sensation passed through her skin as Nan Wan held the milk cup, her hand resting on her thigh without moving.
Her voice was somewhat raspy as she slowly said, "My brother’s accident was not a mishap. He drove for so many years and wouldn’t carelessly crash into the guardrail, and that night he wasn’t drinking, nor did he have a fight with my sister-in-law..."
Her long hair cascaded down, hiding the expression on her face.
This short segment of words seemed to have taken her an enormous effort to complete.
Mu Jin Huan unbuttoned his suit and sat down beside her, "That car was already scrap; nothing useful could be found."
At that time, everyone’s attention was on Nan Ze in the operating room, and by the time Nan Wan rushed to the accident scene, the car in question had already been towed to the scrapyard.
This, she was well aware of.
She lifted her eyes, "I know, but if it were something anyone could handle, I wouldn’t have let Nan Huaiyu get away for so long."
Mu Jin Huan looked at the person beside him, his gaze obscure, "Without evidence, all your suspicions are just suspicions. Even if dressed in the most persuasive words, the police wouldn’t believe."
This is the blunt reality.
Nan Wan turned her head, meeting his gaze.
Her eyes were filled with hope, "So... will you help me?"
She had never asked him for anything.
Mu Jin Huan raised his hand, his fingers threading through her soft hair to caress her cheek, his voice gentle, "There were at most a dozen traffic police officers present at the time, prying open a living person’s mouth is not hard, but Wanwan, have you thought that even if I find that person, relying solely on his words, the court won’t be able to convict?"
It was something that happened months ago, the scene had long been covered over, and the car was already scrapped.
Nan Wan chuckled lightly, "Mr. Mu is indeed rational, but isn’t this the time where a domineering CEO would normally agree immediately, saying ’Leave it all to me’?"
Mu Jin Huan looked at her, his gaze profound and distant, "I don’t lie to you."
"Then what should I do, I know he did it, but there’s nothing I can do," Nan Wan gradually smiled, but that smile bore no warmth, "Seeing him occupy the magpie’s nest and living so freely every day, really makes me want to..."
Mu Jin Huan seemed to guess what Nan Wan was about to say, the hand that caressed her cheek moved, slender fingers pinching her lips, blocking the rest of her words in her throat.
Then he just looked at her, his deep irises gradually gathering turbulence.
He was a man who kept his emotions inscrutable, yet at this moment, he had a point of focus.
Nan Wan pulled away the man’s hand, her body softly leaning against his side, she laughed and said, "Don’t get angry, such heartless trash isn’t worth me losing myself over."
What did she want to do?
She wanted to give that scum a stab and perish together with him.
Of course, it was just a thought.
Perhaps living comfortably for a while had decreased her tolerance for Nan Huaiyu, he just said one sentence, and her mind was already unclear.
It was the first time Mu Jin Huan heard the word ’trash’ from her mouth. Even when faced with those coworkers who gloat and provoke, she maintained a graceful smile, her words beautiful, managing to retaliate with forcefulness without a single dirty word.
Even if she held disdain, it was only towards Nan Huaiyu—he knew, Nan Huaiyu even more so.
His dark eyes lingered on her regaining complexion, his voice calm, "In Miyue, you met him."
It was an affirmative statement.
Nan Wan herself felt her unusualness, meticulous as he, of course, would notice.
The milk was still warm; as she brought it to her lips and took a sip, "Maybe... I just didn’t check the calendar before going out."
The milky white liquid clung to her blushing lips, parting and closing, causing an inexplicable dryness in Mu Jin Huan’s throat. He raised his hand and pulled off the tie around his neck.
His large hand cupped the back of her head, and as he brought her closer, he lowered his head and kissed her.
Nan Wan was somewhat bewildered by the man’s sudden action; she had only taken a sip of the milk, and the rest of the cup spilled almost entirely onto his body.
