From the mont Zhao Ying heard the man’s footsteps, scenes from last night flashed quickly before her eyes: her own self, lowly as dust, the unreachable Mr. Mu, and the calm-as-water Mrs. Mu.
Rather than this kind of calm and composed tornt, at this mont she would rather he just give her a swift blow.
However..... the day things are exposed might also be the day she’s sold off by debt collectors to so pleasure house.
Even living in this constant state of anxiety is much better than being humiliated by those worse than pigs and dogs.
She dared not lift her head, fearing to see that indifferent and sharp gaze.
Holding back tears, she respectfully responded, "Sorry, sorry, I’ll clean it right away."
Saying this, she turned around, found a cloth in the kitchen, returned to the living room, knelt on the floor, and scrubbed harder each ti.
Aunt Zhou, although old, still had a clear mind. She started to feel the atmosphere was odd, but seeing that the couple seed to be getting along better than before, she didn’t think much of it.
She made a cup of tea, carried it to the living room, and placed it on the coffee table.
After glancing at Zhao Ying on the floor, she shook her head, returned to the kitchen, and began preparing dinner.
Mu Jin Huan and Nan Wan appeared calm, sitting on the sofa without giving Zhao Ying as much as a glance, as if she didn’t exist.
He sipped tea, she leaned against him flipping through a magazine, neither speaking, yet the atmosphere was warm.
Until Mu Jin Huan noticed the woman in his arms lingering on a painting for a long ti without turning the page, and finally asked, "Do you like it?"
It was a pot of daisies yet to bloom.
Signature: H.H.
Not a famous artist, just appeared fresh and unique, with nothing particularly special.
Nan Wan’s gaze lingered on the painting, lost in thought, and after a while, she quietly replied, "No, it just looks familiar."
Many years ago, she seed to have seen it in Xu Moyi’s sketchbook, but it was so long ago she’s not sure if it’s exactly the sa.
Mu Jin Huan, with his slightly calloused thumb, slowly and gently caressed the woman’s chin, asking leisurely, "Does Mrs. Mu have friends who can paint?"
"I don’t have many friends," Nan Wan turned a page, initially not intending to say more, but then added, "Mo Yi studied painting."
Mu Jin Huan raised an eyebrow, chuckled, "Couldn’t tell, your sister has such a talent."
Nan Wan heard the implication in his words, that he had already assud the painting was Xu Moyi’s work, and she didn’t explain, just said, "She would do anything for the one she loves."
She hadn’t ntioned any nas, but both knew who they were talking about.
Mu Jin Huan looked at the woman’s profile, asked, "And you too?"
Nan Wan knew what he ant, paused for a mont, then smiled and said, "That’s the passion and youthfulness of young girls; I’m too old to join in the excitent."
Mu Jin Huan put down his teacup, lifted the woman’s chin, and saw a faintly smiling face.
Slowly and calmly stating, "Even if you started school early, studying dicine, five years of undergrad, at the youngest you should be 25 after graduating from your master’s program. You’ve worked for three years, at 26, you’re the youngest doctor in your departnt."
Nan Wan blinked, her voice soft and light, "I skipped grades."
The sun had long since set, and the sky outside was dim.
Under the orange lamp light, Mu Jin Huan’s deep features appeared gentle, as did his eyes.
Reminding, "Mrs. Mu, your change of topic is too abrupt."
Nan Wan always thought he wasn’t bothered by Lu Li, even when Lu Li showed up drunk at her apartnt and he happened to walk in. Far from being angry, he didn’t even frown.
But now it seems that might not be the case.
Before, he didn’t mind because she was just soone with the title of ’Mrs. Mu’ to him, a stranger.
Now that he’s asking, does it an.....
A strange emotion arose within her, and this ti Nan Wan knew what it was.
It was... joy.
She brushed off the man’s hand, her voice warm and lodious, "But I’m not interested in asking you, so I don’t want to say anything today."
After speaking, she put down the magazine in her hand, got up and walked upstairs.
Mu Jin Huan watched the slender figure, a barely noticeable smile in his dark eyes, and a few seconds later, he stood up and followed her upstairs.
Zhao Ying was cleaning the stairs, heard footsteps behind her, and quickly got up, trotting to the second floor to clear the way for the two.
Her family might not be wealthy, but they were well-off enough not to worry about food or clothes.
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