"No need, I still have so matters to attend to at the hospital today."
Mu Jin Huan walked over to the coffee table, bent down, picked up the phone, and unlocked it.
Without looking up, he said, "Do I need to tell you whether work or health is more important?"
Nan Wan watched him dial and bring the phone to his ear.
With difficulty, she stood up, pressed against her lower abdon, walked to his side, raised her hand, trying to take the phone before the call connected, but was easily pulled into the man’s arms.
She raised her head, looking at his resolute jaw, "It was always like this before, just endure it and it’ll be fine, it won’t hurt for long."
Mu Jin Huan looked down, glanced at the woman in his arms who was weak and powerless, his voice calm, "You are Mrs. Mu, you don’t have to endure anything."
Nan Wan shifted herself out of his embrace, just about to say sothing, when the man’s fingers pinched her lips.
The force wasn’t strong, but she indeed couldn’t speak.
The call connected, Mu Jin Huan directly and clearly expressed his point, "Brother, Nan Wan is feeling unwell today, please help her take a day off."
Mu Jinqian, holding his daughter with one hand, walked to the car by the villa entrance, signaled the servant with his eyes to help open the rear car door, "I understand."
After placing his daughter on the safety seat, he added, "Make her a cup of brown sugar water, have it while it’s warm."
Drinking brown sugar water during the nstrual period can relieve pain, a thod Mu Jin Huan was aware of.
His deep eyes focused on the person in front, his well-defined fingers still pinching her lips, asking slowly, "How co you know her nstrual period so well, big brother?"
Upon hearing this, not only was Nan Wan stunned, but even Mu Jinqian, who was helping his daughter with the seatbelt, paused for a second.
As he ca to his senses, he laughed and said, "Second Young Master Mu, are you even jealous of the big brother?"
There was no sound on the other end of the phone, so he explained, "Rest assured, I’m not clear at all, it was the intern Nan Wan brought yesterday that let it slip."
The expression on Mu Jin Huan’s face did not change, he said blandly, "Drive safely, that’s all."
After the call ended, Mu Jinqian looked at the screen that exited the call interface and chuckled while shaking his head.
Mu Qingqing, wrapped in a pink down jacket, her little face flushed, "Daddy, does brown sugar water taste good? I want to try it too."
Her big, round eyes were filled with light.
Mu Jinqian put the phone in his pocket, after fastening the seatbelt, he curled his index finger and tapped his daughter’s nose, "Fists taste good too, do you want to try them?"
Mu Qingqing pouted, humming lightly, "Daddy, you’re always like this, soon you’ll lose , the baby."
Mu Jin Huan laughed and said, "If you keep being like this, you’ll soon beco a chubby little pig, just like your stuffed toys."
Mu Qingqing’s face instantly wrinkled like a bun, clumsily folding her arms, her head tilted to one side, like a little adult.
She was already quite angry, but she couldn’t help being curious, and turned her head back, "Was it Uncle’s call?"
Mu Jinqian nodded.
Mu Baobao suddenly beca energetic, her eyes swirling as if reciting a spell, "And what about Auntie? When will she co to see ? Grandpa said I’m as pretty as Auntie, what do you think, Daddy? Does Grandma not like Auntie? Daddy, do you like Auntie? I especially like Auntie’s chicken wings, Jiashu likes them too, Uncle likes them too, have you tried them, Daddy?"
A million questions...
Mu Jinqian felt a headache coming, "Qingqing, can we just ask one question today?"
Qingqing looked into her father’s eyes, thought for a mont, then decided on her question, "Jiashu has a mom, all the kids in kindergarten have moms, in the future Uncle’s kid will also have a mom, why don’t I have a mom?"
Upon hearing this, Mu Jinqian’s hand movents froze, and the doting smile on his face completely solidified at that mont.
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After hanging up the phone, Mu Jin Huan casually tossed the phone onto the sofa.
Perhaps because she was feeling unwell, her usual cool deanor had faded significantly, leaving her looking weak yet adding a touch of tender obedience.
He wasn’t holding onto her hands, yet she didn’t push him away, she didn’t move, just fixed her gaze on him unblinkingly.
His heart softened.
He released the hold on her lips, bent down, and lifted her up in his arms.
As her body lost balance, Nan Wan instinctively raised her hand to wrap around his neck, "It’s not like I can’t walk."
Mu Jin Huan placed her on the soft bedding, "Take a look in the mirror, then you’ll know if you can or can’t."
Since the leave was already taken, Nan Wan didn’t insist further.
A sharp pain surged, her body curled up in the bedding uncontrollably, palm pressing on her lower abdon, she spoke softly, "Go have breakfast, it’s not good when it gets cold."
Her face was a bit pale, with tightly knitted brows.
Mu Jin Huan sat down beside the bed, fingers brushing away the hair scattered over her small face, thin lips slightly pursed, "Is it hurting terribly?"
With a look like she could collapse at any mont, yet she still plans to go to work?
Nan Wan closed her eyes and said softly, "I’ll be fine after a nap, you should go to work after breakfast."
Mu Jin Huan looked at her pale face, his dark eyes displaying exceptionally obscure emotions.
He only moved out of the room after hearing a knock on the door.
Once the door was opened from the inside, Secretary Tang handed over the brown sugar, "President Mu, here’s what you asked for."
Mu Jin Huan took it, voice calm, "I won’t be going to the office today, bring the docunts I need to handle over and pick up so fresh vegetables on your way."
What?
Not going to the office?
Secretary Tang mused silently: Is it true that a married man changes so much?
Ever since she had started working with President Mu, whether it was sunny or rainy, President Mu had never been late by even a minute, sotis even working late on weekends.
The life of the woman inside this house — Mrs. Mu — is truly fortunate. Despite not having much status in the Nan Family and being remarried, she firmly secured her position.
Waking up every day to see a face as magnificently handso as President Mu’s, what kind of enjoynt must that be...
Regaining her composure, she respectfully asked, "Alright, President Mu, any specific type of vegetables?"
"No, as long as they’re fresh."
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Between sleep and wakefulness, Nan Wan heard soone calling her na.
She opened her eyes, stared blankly for a few seconds before speaking, "What ti is it, why haven’t you left yet?"
Mu Jin Huan lifted her out of the bedding, leaned her against his shoulder, reaching for the water cup on the bedside table.
He doesn’t like sweet things, yet still took a sip of the dark red liquid in the cup to test the temperature.
Just right.
He brought it to her lips, "Drink the brown sugar water before going back to sleep."
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