Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 174 - 130. This kind of thing happens too frequently; it’s not good and can harm the body. _3
At first, the kiss was gentle, lingering upon the lips, but slowly, it became fierce. Nan Wan found herself defenseless, the taste of milk in her mouth replaced by that familiar cool mint aroma.
When Nan Wan returned to her senses, it was at the moment when the remaining half-cup of milk spilled wholly onto herself.
The warm liquid seeped into her sweater, sticking uncomfortably to her skin.
The glass in her hand was taken away, followed by the sound of the cup rolling on the floor. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺
Turning her head, escaping from that dominant kiss, she breathed in small gulps, "The clothes... are dirty..."
Mu Jin Huan’s voice was deeply husky and seductive, "Then just take them all off."
Nan Wan’s scalp tingled, she deflected awkwardly, "You haven’t eaten, have you? I’ll go downstairs with you for dinner."
Mu Jin Huan was unmoved, continuing to whisper closely, like the most intimate lover, "I’ll eat you first."
Nan Wan was trapped beneath him, unable to move. She steadied her voice and suggested sincerely, "Doing this too often isn’t good; it could harm us."
The man’s interest came too oddly.
Upon hearing her, Mu Jin Huan laughed rather than got angry, "Mrs. Mu’s stamina is lacking, needs more exercise."
What kind of talk is this?
Nan Wan’s cheeks flushed, she shrank back, her teeth chattering, "We’re having wedding photos taken tomorrow. You... don’t mess around."
Even though it’s not often, they can be counted on ten fingers, but the visible light and deep marks on her skin are always clear to see.
The wedding dress is not too revealing, but the skin above the shoulders is completely exposed; she recently wanted to save face, so she didn’t want to show off such obvious marks.
Mu Jin Huan’s actions did not stop, "Your bad mood affects me, so you must compensate me."
Nan Wan blinked, "Can I apply for a delay?"
"It’s possible," Mu Jin Huan raised his head, gazing at the tender woman beneath him, speaking slowly, "But business always contests for the slightest profit. Mrs. Mu, how much interest are you willing to pay?"
Nan Wan knew how to adapt to the situation, which was clear, so she naturally knew what to say, "Of course, as much as Mr. Mu wants."
Mu Jin Huan considered it for a moment; dealing without loss could be done, "Deal."
After speaking, the phone’s vibration sounded.
Mu Jin Huan’s phone was in the pocket of his suit pants, and at this moment, their bodies were pressed together, both distinctly feeling it.
Nan Wan pushed against the man’s chest, "You should answer the phone, I’ll go shower."
Mu Jin Huan released his grip on the woman’s waist, sat up, and seeing the milky white stains on his black suit, frowned.
He took off the dirty suit and threw it on the sofa, taking out the phone from his pocket.
On the screen, a string of numbers was displayed without any notes.
His deep eyes returned to indifference and aloofness.
Nan Wan didn’t look, got up, found pajamas in the wardrobe, then went into the bathroom, closed the door, turned the shower on full blast, and the sound of the water drowned out the phone’s vibration outside.
The call connected, but the other party didn’t even follow the most basic etiquette.
Cheng Shihong was used to it, didn’t mind, and got straight to the point, "Mu Huan, the Jingtian project was intercepted by the Su Family, resulting in company losses of over a billion. Shouldn’t you give me an explanation?"
Mu Jin Huan half-closed his dark eyes, the emotions within them hidden deeply, did not answer, but questioned back, "What explanation do you want?"
Cheng Shihong’s expression turned slightly grim. She waved her hand to dismiss the servant kneeling on the carpet, giving her a massage, "The business world is like a battlefield, you caused such a huge loss for the company over a woman. Is that what a decision-maker should do?"
Mu Jin Huan’s face was half-hidden in the shadow, his emotions indiscernible, he said faintly, "If you think the company would be better in your hands than now, by all means, take it back."
Cheng Shihong couldn’t deny that the current situation was already the stage for the younger generation. She indeed felt powerless even with the intention.
She steadied her voice, smoothing the rise and fall of her chest, "I won’t pursue this mistake, but hopefully, nothing similar will happen again in the future."
The call ended.
Mu Jin Huan grasped the phone’s central point with his distinctive joints, slowly spinning it around in his hand.
The heat that had arisen because of her had long faded. Through the frosted glass, he seemed to see that graceful silhouette.
He got up, found the cigarette box and lighter in the nightstand drawer.
Since she had been in the North Shore Villa, this was his first time smoking in the bedroom.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was a cold and silent night scene, without the hustle and bustle of the city center, nor the flashy neon lights, like draping an endless curtain, everything blended into the darkness.
