Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 187 - 133. Pre-marriage phobia?_4

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Mu Jin Huan looked at the woman across from him, his gaze deep and calm.

Half a bowl of rice, half an hour had passed, and she had barely touched it.

He slowly asked, "Not hungry?"

Nan Wan kept her head down, not looking at him, her chopsticks stirring the rice in her bowl, "No, I’m just not very hungry."

Mu Jin Huan’s gaze remained on her face, his expression unchanging, but his eyes gradually darkened as he said softly, "If you don’t want to eat, then don’t."

Nan Wan put down her chopsticks and smiled at him, "Then you eat a little more, I’ll go upstairs and take a bath first."

"Okay."

Ten minutes later.

Mu Jin Huan was still sitting in the dining room, his dark eyes slightly narrowed, not revealing any emotion.

He picked up the phone on the table and dialed a number.

Liu An was having dinner at home when he saw the caller ID on the screen. He quickly swallowed the food that hadn’t been chewed properly.

He put down his chopsticks, stood up, and returned to his room, "President Mu, what can I do for you?"

Mu Jin Huan tapped his slender fingers on the table, and even though he was wearing comfortable home clothes, it did not lessen his oppressive aura.

His voice was indifferent, "I want to know where Nan Wan went this afternoon and who she saw."

It was the first time President Mu had asked him to investigate something about his wife.

Although Liu An found it strange, he dared not ask more, "Okay, I’ll check it right away."

After hanging up, he put on his down jacket and headed out, "Dad, Mom, I’m going out for a while."

Mr. Liu frowned and asked irritably, "Leaving halfway through dinner again? What’s going on now?"

"It’s work-related."

Mr. Liu flung his chopsticks onto the table, his voice loud and strong, "Who are you trying to fool? What business after work? Isn’t your boss getting married tomorrow? Why is he calling you instead of spending the evening with his bride?"

Liu An was helpless, changing shoes at the entrance without looking up, "How should I know."

Before her husband could get angry, Mrs. Liu skillfully grabbed a bun and stuffed it into his mouth, "Alright, alright, our son said it’s work-related, why are you shouting?"

Mr. Liu immediately calmed down.

Liu An changed his shoes, draped the down jacket over his shoulders, found the car keys in the box, and shook his head at his lively parents, "Dad, Mom, I’m leaving."

Finish things early, and you can go home to sleep earlier.

If President Mu is in a bad mood, he won’t take it out on his wife; it’ll be the people at the company who suffer.

Like during that business trip, in less than two days, Secretary Tang said she felt as if she’d been through a near-death experience, living in a constant state of low-pressure.

He didn’t want to experience that feeling; not at all.

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9:40 PM, study room.

Mu Jin Huan sat on a soft chair, his eyes on the computer screen, looking thoughtful.

However, the computer was off.

Aunt Zhou had already gone to her room to rest. Zhao Ying carried freshly brewed hot tea, tiptoeing up the stairs.

After glancing in the direction of the bedroom, she headed toward the study.

She knocked on the door.

Upon receiving permission, she opened the door, went to the desk, and softly said, "Sir, here’s the tea you requested."

A few seconds later, Mu Jin Huan raised his eyes, looking at the person still standing at the desk, expressionless, "Anything else?"

When those eyes fell on her, Zhao Ying felt unprecedented joy.

It had been so rare for this man to look at her; she could count the times on ten fingers.

Her hands, clasped in front, tightened as she summoned the courage to speak, "May I ask you a question, sir?"

Mu Jin Huan leaned lazily against the chair, his long fingers twirling a luxury pen absentmindedly, his indifferent eyes like a distant mountain shrouded in mist.

He neither agreed nor refused, so Zhao Ying took it as consent, biting her lip and softly probing, "If you found out that someone close to you was deceiving you, what would you do?"

Once her question was out, it was like a stone sinking into the sea — not only did she receive no response, but those deep eyes didn’t even flicker.

He simply sat silently, without any extra expression on his stern features, as the steam from the tea rose, making his dark eyes even more inscrutable.

The aura of nobility and detachment exuding from him was overwhelmingly oppressive.

The smile on her face stiffened; under his cold, sharp gaze, she couldn’t last an extra second.

Until the vibrating sound from the phone on the desk broke the silence.

A cold voice rang in her ears, "Out."

Zhao Ying hurriedly exited the study.

With the door closed, the study returned to quiet.

Mu Jin Huan picked up his phone and answered.

"President Mu, I found out."

His thin lips parted, softly releasing a syllable, "Speak."

Liu An cleared his throat and began to report, "After leaving the house, Madam went to the hospital, stayed for twenty minutes, then went to a courier company, and finally drove to a rehabilitation center in South City. Her stay wasn’t long, and afterward, she went straight home."

Mu Jin Huan’s pen-spinning hand stopped.

Rehabilitation center...

There was no response from the other end of the line, and Liu An continued with trepidation, "As for whom Madam met at the rehabilitation center, aside from the fact that it was a woman, I couldn’t find any useful information."

After saying this, the call was abruptly ended.

Listening to the busy tone, Liu An’s mouth twitched.

He had made sure to emphasize the gender.

It’s not like Madam was secretly meeting an ex; was it necessary to be so upset?

President Mu didn’t seem like a petty person...

He didn’t understand, truly didn’t understand...

The tea had gone from boiling to lukewarm and then cold, untouched by Mu Jin Huan.

His gaze fell to the floor, the darkness in his eyes growing deeper, a mocking curve on his thin lips.

Is this what she calls "trying"?

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In a half-awake state, her body was gently moved closer by some force; the movement wasn’t large, but Nan Wan immediately opened her eyes.

Mu Jin Huan wrapped an arm around the woman’s shoulders, pulling her into his embrace. Just before turning off the light, he felt her stir.

She lay with her back to him, half her face buried in the bedding. The light was dim, and he couldn’t see much, "Did I wake you?"

Nan Wan turned over, the man’s body was cool, and his familiar scent quickly filled her nostrils.

Her voice was muffled, "Yes, you woke me."

The hand that had reached for the switch withdrew, pulling up the quilt that had slid down when she turned, covering her properly, "Since you’re awake, keep me company for a while."

Nan Wan rubbed her drowsy eyes, chuckling teasingly, "Pre-wedding jitters?"

It was rather hard to imagine a thirty-four-year-old man, whose expression wouldn’t change even in the biggest of situations, as steady as a rock, becoming anxious the night before his wedding?

Mu Jin Huan’s lips curved slightly, the smile faint, lingering on the surface, with shadows still lurking between his brows.

Yet his voice was gentle, "Where did you go this afternoon?"