Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 175 - 130. This kind of thing happens too frequently; it’s not good and can harm the body.
Originally, he could no longer remember what he looked like over a decade ago, nor recall the solitude of being abandoned by his closest family, adopting a new name and identity in an unfamiliar home.
But at this moment, those scattered fragments in his mind pieced together into a complete picture, and the past buried in memory surged toward him like a tidal wave.
Interspersed with those endless nights in prison without a hint of light, every frame felt as if someone was slicing open those seemingly healed scars with the sharpest knife.
Perhaps due to the nicotine, he couldn’t feel the pain.
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When Nan Wan walked out of the bathroom, she was met with a thick, suffocating smell of smoke.
The once-spotless ashtray on the round table now had four or five cigarette butts scattered across it.
The man’s tall and straight body stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, facing the boundless night sky, his head slightly lowered in contemplation.
Upon hearing her open the door, he turned around, his eyes gloomy but his voice steady, "Sorry, I gave in to the craving and wasn’t paying attention."
With that, he turned back to the table, extinguishing the half-smoked cigarette in his hand in the ashtray.
Then he switched on the ventilation, and the quiet bedroom filled with the ’whirring’ sound of the appliance.
He took a long stride, passed by Nan Wan, and went straight into the bathroom.
It wasn’t until the sound of water came from the bathroom that Nan Wan moved her feet to where Mu Jin Huan had stood.
Her gaze fell on the endless darkness outside the window.
Had there been many nights where he too tossed and turned, unable to sleep?
Her heart felt a sting, a bit of pain.
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Aunt Zhou was in the kitchen, tidying up the dishes, and upon seeing Nan Wan coming in, she set down the cloth in her hand, turned, and asked, "Ma’am, do you need me to prepare dinner again?"
She noticed that Nan Wan’s complexion had returned to normal, her expression calm as usual, hard to tell if she was happy or angry.
She was unsure whether the two had reconciled in the past hour.
Nan Wan rolled up her sleeves, opened the fridge to see what vegetables were available, "Aunt Zhou, once you’re done washing the dishes, you can rest. I’ll cook."
Mr. Mu didn’t eat much at lunch, and he only had a few cups of tea at Night Charm in the afternoon. Although tomorrow’s bridal shoot will be in the studio, it won’t be too tiring.
But the makeup and hair styling for a woman will take a long time.
The waiting is the hardest part.
Upon hearing this, Aunt Zhou quickly wiped her hands on her apron and went over to help, "How can that be, ma’am? You’re pregnant, you shouldn’t do any hard labor if you can avoid it."
"Moving around is better," Nan Wan said, finding some greens and eggs in the fridge and taking a piece of lean meat from the freezer, "Besides, my work at the hospital is much harder than this, and I don’t feel uncomfortable."
Seeing her insist, Aunt Zhou didn’t push further, standing by the counter and tentatively asking, "Ma’am, did you and the master have a fight?"
Nan Wan casually tied her long hair into a bun at the back of her head, took a clean apron and tied it on, smiling, "Yes, so I wanted to make him some noodles as a peace offering."
"Good, good," Aunt Zhou felt relieved, a comforting smile on her face, and earnestly said, "It’s inevitable for couples to have friction, but you mustn’t let it carry over into the next day, it hurts the relationship."
If one side takes the initiative to make peace, there shouldn’t be a major problem.
"I remember what you said, Aunt Zhou."
"Alright then, ma’am, you cook away, call me if you need help."
"Okay."
Zhao Ying heard every word of this conversation and quickly returned to her room before Aunt Zhou could come out.
She thought, there was no way a man as experienced as Mr. Mu would be captivated only by appearances.
Turns out, this woman’s got quite the skills.
She puts on an aloof and distant act in front of others, but who knows how many seductive tricks she has up her sleeve behind the scenes.
Just a month into her pregnancy, she’s already able to seek pleasure under Mr. Mu without caring for the child in her womb.
Shameless!
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When Nan Wan entered the bedroom with a tray in one hand, Mu Jin Huan was just coming out of the bathroom, loosely wearing a robe, his short hair still dripping.
Their eyes met.
The darkness in his eyes had completely faded, as if it was never there.
Nan Wan smiled and said, "It’s a bit heavy, could you help me with it?"
Mu Jin Huan paused, then draped the towel over his shoulder, walked to the door, and took the tray from her hand.
His gaze fell on the two bowls of steaming noodles.
After clearing the table, Nan Wan turned around and saw that he was still standing there, "What are you waiting for, if it gets cold all my effort would be wasted."
The smoke smell in the bedroom had dissipated, and Nan Wan found the ventilation system’s noise bothersome, so she turned it off.
Silence returned to her ears.
Mu Jin Huan finally reacted, going to the sofa, taking the two bowls of noodles from the tray and placing them on the round table, "Didn’t you say you had no appetite?"
Since he could sit on the sofa, Nan Wan just brought over a soft stool, "Suddenly, I have an appetite again."
Mu Jin Huan felt she was different but couldn’t pinpoint what exactly had changed.
Before, she would also smile like this.
He held the chopsticks but didn’t move, watching her as she uncovered the golden fried egg on top, revealing a layer of shredded meat underneath.
The two bowls were identical except for the portion size.
He raised his eyes, focused on her clean little face, and spoke deeply, "You don’t eat meat."
Nan Wan nodded, "Yes, but suddenly I realized, after doing so many surgeries, it doesn’t seem so repulsive anymore."
After saying this, under the man’s gaze, she picked up a piece of shredded meat and put it in her mouth, chewed it.
The texture and taste weren’t unfamiliar, though still a bit hard to endure, but she swallowed it.
Across from her, he still sat there, not touching his chopsticks.
When Nan Wan looked up, she met eyes as deep as a dark pool.
She smiled, "If you’re not eating, then why are you just watching me?"
