Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 179 - 131. He was worried that if he didn’t go back for too long, the little wild cat would forget about him._4
Every time she asked, he would say it was a trivial matter.
Without hesitation, Mu Jin Huan calmly said, "Marriage."
Nan Wan paused her tea-drinking motion and, upon looking up, met those deep and profound eyes.
When the dishes were served, Nan Wan first picked a piece of fresh fish and placed it on Mu Jin Huan’s plate, then took a small piece for herself and ate it under his gaze.
Swallowed it down.
The discomfort lingered, but it was better than how she felt last night.
Took a sip of tea to suppress the nausea, looked at the man who hadn’t touched his chopsticks, and asked, "Aren’t you hungry?"
The warm orange light etched Mu Jin Huan’s chiseled features.
His serene, deep eyes focused on her, with an emotion deep within that no one else could understand, "If you don’t like it, don’t force yourself."
Nan Wan reached towards another meat dish beside the steamed fish, picked the smallest piece of beef, "Though I don’t eat at home often, I can’t have you adjusting to me forever. A day or two is fine, but what about the future?"
Ever since he told Aunt Zhou that whatever she ate, he would eat too, there hadn’t been a trace of meat on the dining table at home.
Mu Jin Huan suddenly wanted a cigarette, but when he felt for the pack, he remembered they were in a public place.
Taking a sip of tea, he replied calmly, "I can get used to it."
Nan Wan looked up at him and smiled, "I can too."
So, she ate a third type of meat.
The beef had a stronger gamey smell, and the nausea was even more intense this time, but Nan Wan still didn’t furrow her brows.
The man opposite still hadn’t moved his chopsticks, prompting Nan Wan to utter helplessly, "With so many dishes, it’ll be a waste if I eat them all by myself."
Hearing this, Mu Jin Huan stopped staring at her and picked up his chopsticks.
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After finishing the meal, they went to a pre-arranged shop, where the staff, with perfect hospitality, printed all the photos of the fall and winter collection from the brand’s bespoke line into booklets, two copies of each.
The women’s collection had sixty-eight outfits, while the men’s had forty-seven.
Sitting on the couch, surrounded by the gentle and elegant sound of piano music, with a faint scent of coffee in the air and the light soft and comfortable.
After flipping through the book once, Mu Jin Huan asked, "Is there anything you like?"
Nan Wan closed the booklet, rubbed her temples, "I got dazzled by all the options, can’t pick one."
Upon hearing this, Mu Jin Huan pointed out four sets and told the staff, "Let my wife try these first."
The staff was slightly startled; when they entered, they were addressed as "Mr. Mu" and "Miss Nan."
Those who come here to choose dresses must either be rich or famous, be it stars or wealthy ladies, and are too lofty to offend.
Her professional training prohibited any emotion other than a smile from crossing her face, so after confirming which four sets, she politely nodded, "Alright, please wait a moment."
Nan Wan watched Mu Jin Huan as he picked; each set was in fresh and elegant colors, with differing styles.
She turned to a different booklet and casually asked, "Should I choose for you?"
Mu Jin Huan leaned back on the sofa, legs crossed in his usual indifferent and noble style, and responded, "Mm."
Nan Wan then began looking through the book again.
All of his clothes were in dark shades, so she picked two black and two dark grey sets, folding a mark on the lower right corner.
After the three employees picked out Nan Wan’s dresses, they carried them to the dressing room, while one walked to the couch to ask for opinions, "Mrs. Mu, the dressing room is inside. Would you like to try them on now?"
Actually, this was more tiring than working, even though the morning shoot was only for two hours.
He hadn’t shown a trace of it, but Nan Wan didn’t want to spend too long here, hoping to finish early and get home early to rest.
Nan Wan handed the booklet she was holding to the man beside her, "I chose four sets, see if they suit you while I try the dresses."
Mu Jin Huan took the booklet, "Go ahead."
Nan Wan stood up and smiled politely at the staff member, "Please take me there."
The staff member turned slightly and pointed in the direction of the dressing room, "This way, please."
After she led Nan Wan to the dressing room, she returned to the hall and respectfully asked, "Mr. Mu, which items would you like to try on?"
Mu Jin Huan casually glanced, then handed the marked booklet to the staff, "Package these four sets according to my measurements."
"No need to try them on?"
"No need."
"Alright."
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After trying four sets consecutively, Nan Wan was in a state of aesthetic fatigue; no matter how the staff praised her, she felt nothing.
She lifted the hem of the dress and slowly spun in a circle, "How about...just this one?"
Mu Jin Huan noticed the tiredness in her eyes, put down the magazine, rose, and walked to her, his voice low, "Is one enough?"
As the man approached, a fresh mint scent enveloped her, which she found more comforting than the overly sweet rose aroma.
"All the ones you’ve chosen are quite nice."
Mu Jin Huan didn’t see that she particularly favored any single set, so he instructed the staff beside him, "Wrap all the styles in the booklet according to my wife’s measurements and deliver them to the North Shore Villa District along with my four sets."
This time, the staff failed to control the expressions on her face, surprise and disbelief written all over it, "All...all of them?"
Each of these handmade dresses was expensive, and it would take three months of her salary, saving every penny, to barely afford one.
However, this Mr. Mu was packing up the entire selection without flinching, displaying a noble serenity, as if casually buying a cabbage at the market.
She knew they were wealthy, but had never encountered such a stunning display of affluence.
Indeed, the lives of the upper echelons were beyond the understanding of lower-level workers like her.
Nan Wan also lifted her head, feeling a mix of emotion, "There’s only one day for the wedding; even if I change every hour, I can’t wear them all."
Mu Jin Huan looked at her too, his expression calm and voice deep, "There are many days ahead; you can wear them on anniversaries."
It’s like a candy dropped into warm water, the syrup gradually dissolves; you can’t see it melting, but you notice the candy getting smaller.
When drinking, you might not taste the sweetness clearly, but you know there’s sugar in the water.
Just like now, Nan Wan couldn’t see any difference in the man from usual, but she knew that both his eyes and heart were beginning to see her.
