Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 191 - 134. President Mu...... got a bit injured. _4
"Madam, please have a little more, I cooked a lot."
"No, thank you," Nan Wan grabbed a napkin to wipe her mouth and stood up, "When Mu Huan comes back, please make him two cups of hangover tea, Aunt Zhou. I’m a bit tired, I’ll go upstairs to rest."
Aunt Zhou stood up as well. Although she wanted to persuade a bit more, she knew it would be in vain, "...Alright."
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Nan Wan was startled awake by the vibration of the phone, instinctively reaching for the spot beside her.
It was cold...
He hadn’t come back yet?
Her arm reached to the bedside table, taking the vibrating phone; the screen displayed an unfamiliar number.
The time in the top left corner read: 3:27 AM.
She propped herself up and turned on the bedside lamp, answering the call, "Who is this?"
Liu An paced outside the hospital ward, hesitating for a long time before deciding to make this call. But once the call connected, he regretted it and didn’t dare to hang up directly, so he said with determination, "Madam...this is Liu An, President Mu’s assistant."
Nan Wan’s heart skipped a beat, any trace of sleepiness vanishing instantly, and her fuzzy mind becoming clear, "What is it?"
Liu An glanced through the glass on the ward’s door into the room, gritting his teeth, he answered, "President Mu got hurt a bit..."
After he said this, there was no response from the other end of the line.
He brought the phone in front of him to check and confirm the call was still connected, then spoke again, "Madam...are you still there?"
Nan Wan pulled back the covers, got out of bed, her voice extremely calm, "Address."
Liu An quickly said, "It’s at your workplace’s hospital, Room 706."
Nan Wan hung up the phone, opened the wardrobe, and although her movements were a bit hurried, her face showed no expression, revealing nothing of any other emotions.
She changed her clothes, went to the study to grab the car keys, and went downstairs.
Because she had instructed that when Mu Jin Huan returned, he should be given hangover tea, Aunt Zhou had not dared to sleep deeply. Hearing movement in the living room, she immediately woke up, threw on a coat, and walked out of her room.
Seeing Nan Wan putting on a down jacket, she was surprised, "Madam, you’re..."
Nan Wan was changing her shoes at the foyer, not raising her head, "I have something to go out for."
Her tone was no different from usual, except for that heavy ’bang’ of the door closing, which conveyed a bit of information.
From the first day she came here, Aunt Zhou had never seen the Madam leave the house, slamming the door.
Normally, there are two reasons why someone who is usually gentle in behavior suddenly changes: anger or urgency.
She was sure mister hadn’t returned, so it couldn’t be a quarrel, ruling out the first possibility. Leaving her with: urgency.
Could it be that Mr. Mu drank too much at the wedding and couldn’t come home?
Zhao Ying was also woken up by the door slamming, thinking after a moment that Mu Jin Huan had returned, she quickly got out of bed and left her room.
Looking around, she only saw Aunt Zhou in a daze, not the tall, upright figure she expected.
Unable to resist asking, "Aunt Zhou, that slamming sound just now was..."
Aunt Zhou snapped back to reality, "Oh, well...I heard some noise outside and opened the door to check, it was just a cat, startled me a bit, so the door closed loudly."
Zhao Ying found it strange but couldn’t pinpoint anything wrong with her words, so she simply said ’oh’ and went back to her room.
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Liu An, upon seeing the figure emerge from the elevator, hurried over, "Madam, the doctor just finished dressing President Mu’s wound and said it’s not serious."
Nan Wan said nothing, walking straight towards the ward.
Liu An scratched his head and followed, "Madam...if you see anything, please don’t misunderstand President Mu."
Upon hearing this, Nan Wan halted her steps, turning to look at the troubled Liu An, her cold eyes showing no warmth, chewing over the words, "Misunderstand..."
This was her wedding night, at four in the morning, but spent in a hospital.
She suddenly found herself a bit ridiculous.
Liu An wanted to explain more, but couldn’t utter a word.
Was making this call a mistake?
Nan Wan reached the ward, knocked twice, and a familiar male voice responded, "Come in."
Before pushing the door open, she was already prepared for what she would see.
Therefore, when she truly saw it, she could maintain her original expression without a single ripple.
Her gaze passed over the tear-streaked face and landed on the man’s arm wrapped in bandages, stepping closer, "Did you injure the bone?"
Mu Jin Huan’s eyes quickly lost the emotions that arose when he saw her, his expression returning to calm, "No, just a cut on the skin."
Nan Wan nodded, her gaze falling back on the pale face, inquiring about her opinion, "Miss Yu doesn’t look comfortable, it’s late, shall I have the driver take you back to rest first?"
Yu Qinglu hastily wiped away her tears, explaining, "Miss Nan, don’t misunderstand, Mu Huan got hurt because of me..."
"Qinglu, you should go back first."
Before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted.
Looking at the man’s arm, tears rolled down once again, her voice choked, "But..."
Mu Jin Huan raised his voice, "Liu An."
Upon hearing the voice, Liu An hurriedly pushed open the door and walked in, too afraid to lift his head, "President Mu."
"Take Miss Yu back to the hotel."
"Alright."
Miss Yu’s words were interrupted twice in a row, her mouth opened but in the end, she said nothing.
After glancing at Nan Wan by the bedside, Liu An took hold of the wheelchair’s armrest, pushing her out of the ward.
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The door closed, leaving the ward in silence.
Nan Wan gathered her loose hair and sat on the chair by the bed, breaking the silence, "It’s past four, why not just make do here for a few hours, and go home when it’s light."
The air was filled not only with the smell of antiseptic but also a strong scent of alcohol.
Mu Jin Huan gazed at the woman’s calm face, his large hand reaching over to grasp hers, cold to the touch.
His voice was low and deep, "Qinglu suddenly fell ill, Liu An couldn’t approach her."
Nan Wan nodded, indicating she understood, gently removing the man’s hand from her backhand, saying, "Sleeping in the hospital isn’t good, still better to go home."
Mu Jin Huan’s eyes darkened, his deep features strained in an extremely subtle way, his dark eyes still locked on her face.
Nan Wan looked up, meeting the man’s gaze directly.
The emotions in his eyes, she couldn’t understand before, not now either.
Not avoiding the gaze, only after a while, she seemed to understand and softly explained her earlier actions, "Since you’re hurt, don’t move around too much, I’m not cold."
He didn’t speak, so Nan Wan asked again, "Are we going home, or staying here?"
