He always had a poker face that hid his emotions, not needing to say a word to instill fear in others.
A man with endless responsibilities abandoning all his work to stay in the hospital to take care of her was enough to show the pain of losing a ’child.’
But she was different; she needed to be weak in body, have no strength to speak, and her face had to be pale... It was not just a test of acting skills but also of makeup techniques, needing to look natural without traces while still appearing ’pale and weak,’ which was not simple.
Mu Jin Huan frowned and pinched the woman’s cheek with rough fingers, "Half of the things I did, you were part of too. Still want to clear yourself?"
Nan Wan brushed his hand away, scoffing, "Husband and wife are one body, where can I clear myself to?"
Husband and wife are one body...
When Mu Jin Huan heard these six words, he felt as if his heart was gently brushed by a feather, soft beyond asure.
The faint scent of lilies seed to concentrate around him, diluting the intimidating coldness.
When Mu Libei ca to the hospital to visit Nan Wan, he brought soup made by the best cook at ho, saying nothing, only instructing Mu Jin Huan to take good care of Nan Wan.
Not being good with words, what he said was ordinary and plain, yet his voice was filled with age and experience.
Before leaving, Nan Wan clearly saw that Mu Libei’s eyes behind his glasses were murky and moist.
Many nights, Nan Wan would recall the words Mu Libei said that day in the teahouse. She rembered every word but still couldn’t understand the great love he spoke of.
The heating in the high-class ward was very strong. Mu Jin Huan took off his suit jacket and hung it on the rack, brought the thermos Mu Libei had given closer to the bed, and asked, "Want a drink?"
Nan Wan raised both hands above her head, stretched lazily, "Leave it for now, I’ll drink it after the Nan Family leaves."
She was afraid she might throw up from nausea later.
Mu Jin Huan didn’t say anything either, put the thermos on the cabinet, gave her a book to pass the ti, and returned to the sofa to handle urgent docunts.
Half an hour later, the Nan Family ca, and the previously spacious ward instantly beca crowded.
Nan Chengzhi, Jiang Xiaoman, and Nan Huaiyu all ca, without exception.
Nan Wan lay on the bed, listening to Nan Chengzhi’s concern, "Wanwan, are you feeling better? You’re still young, the key now is to recover your health, don’t think too much."
Whether he was concerned about her ’Mrs. Mu’ identity or truly cared about her as a person, only he knew.
Nan Wan’s heart was without a ripple. Maintaining a smile in front of Nan Chengzhi was sothing she had done for over twenty years, needing no practice, "Dad isn’t in good health, you should go back and rest early."
Jiang Xiaoman crossed her arms over her chest, glanced at the expensive deer antler and ginseng placed on the cabinet, and coldly snorted, "They’ve climbed high, how can they look at the supplents we brought?"
Nan Chengzhi glared at her but couldn’t say anything in front of so many people.
Mu Jin Huan’s tall and upright body stood by the bed, blocking Nan Huaiyu’s gaze.
The slow and deliberate tone was filled with a sinister undertone, "You are the elder, with over forty years of life experience, do I need to teach you how to speak?"
Considering Jiang Xiaoman’s relationship with Nan Wan, using ’you’ showed he was giving face.
Hearing this, Jiang Xiaoman’s face turned a shade of green and then white, just as she was about to speak, she was interrupted by Nan Chengzhi’s cold voice, "Wait for outside."
Jiang Xiaoman didn’t want to co in the first place; she had been racking her brains lately, trying to pay back the money she got from Zheng Hua, where would she find ti to co to the hospital for small talk?
She bit her lip, glared hard at Nan Wan, and turned to leave the ward.
After the ’bang’ of the closing door, Nan Chengzhi awkwardly laughed twice, as if nothing had happened, patted Mu Jin Huan’s arm, and said, "Jinhuan, thank you for taking care of Wanwan during this ti."
Mu Jin Huan’s expression was as remote as a misty mountain peak, just standing there made him a world unto himself.
The deep features were chiseled, exuding an inherent nobleness and detachnt, his voice calm, "It’s my duty, not hard at all."
There was nothing to criticize about his attitude and behavior.
Nan Chengzhi nodded, then looked at Nan Wan on the bed, with a loving deanor, "Wanwan, rest well, dad won’t disturb you."
Since they ca in, it had only been five minutes, and Nan Wan already felt suffocated.
She turned over, her body facing the inside, and responded in a low voice, "Mm."
The door to the ward was closed for the second ti.
Nan Huaiyu had both hands in pockets, his gaze falling on the bouquet of fresh lilies, lazily and casually, "I have sothing to say to Wanwan, could President Mu please give us so privacy?"
The voice was low, but the aning was unclear.
Mu Jin Huan’s deep eyes gradually gathered a dark current, hidden extrely well, making it impossible for others to see if he was happy or angry.
The tall fra stood in front of the bed, as if behind him was the person he cherished most, allowing no one else to pry, "She’s not feeling well, such privacy I can’t grant."
Nan Huaiyu’s lips curved in a frivolous arc, "I’m not going to do anything, President Mu is being overly cautious."
Mu Jin Huan’s handso face remained calm and indifferent as he directly issued an order to leave, "The doctor says Wanwan needs more rest. Mr. Nan, please take care. I won’t be seeing you off."
After seeing she was alright, it really didn’t matter whether Nan Huaiyu said those things or not.
He chuckled softly, took one last deep look at the head exposed outside the covers, then turned and left the ward.
Finally, peace and quiet.
Nan Wan acted like nothing happened, took out a book from under the pillow, opened the first page, and without lifting her head, said in a flat voice, "You continue working, they won’t co back."
Mu Jin Huan looked at the woman’s lowered face, his dark eyes unfathomable, "Has Nan Ze ever ntioned anything to you about Nan Huaiyu?"
Nan Wan looked up, puzzled, and asked in return, "ntioned what?"
Mu Jin Huan’s eyes deepened, his handso face showing no emotion, "Nothing, you read your book." He poured a glass of water and placed it on the cabinet beside her, changing the subject, "Is there anything you want to eat? I can have the assistant bring it over."
Nan Wan closed the book, her gaze following the man’s tall figure, "Why do you only speak halfway, leaving people hanging?"
What was it about Nan Huaiyu that she needed to know?
All these years, the third brother didn’t live at the Nan Family, and she lived in her apartnt too. Unless it was sothing very important, neither of them would go back.
When they t, they never discussed anything about the Nan Family, so... Nan Huaiyu was never ntioned.
Mu Jin Huan walked to the sofa, the tie’s color was picked by Nan Wan in the morning, and she had personally helped tie it. It was only the second ti she tied a tie, her technique was still a bit clumsy, it sotis made it hard for him to breathe, but... he enjoyed it.
The luxurious watch was half exposed from the cuff of the black shirt, reflecting the bright light, the suit pants wrapped around two long legs, crossed elegantly, the polished shoes spotless, noble and proper.
He opened a file to browse through, without looking up, "You are a patient now, your speech shouldn’t be so forceful."
Nan Wan, "..."
Mu Jin Huan raised his eyes, looked at the expressionless woman, and slowly added, "Act a little weaker, and talk less."
After a few seconds of eye contact, Nan Wan closed her eyes, resisting the urge to throw the book in her hand, casually tossed it on the cabinet, slid under the covers, and started to sleep.
Afterward, no matter what he asked, she either pretended not to hear or responded lifelessly with a single syllable, never saying more than two words, including two words.
At first, Mu Jin Huan didn’t mind. He read his files while she closed her eyes to rest, neither bothering the other, the atmosphere calm and stable.
After finishing his work, seeing the ti on his wrist, he frowned.
It was already past six, the window outside was dark.
All the files were urgent, he was too focused on work, and she stayed quiet, not saying a word, he forgot the ti.
Mu Jin Huan put down the last stack of files in his hand, pressed his temples, looked at the lump on the hospital bed, and slowly asked, "Are you not feeling hungry or planning to fast?"
Nan Wan nestled under the covers, pretending to sleep, didn’t speak or move.
She had to appear weak, couldn’t have energy, or talk too much.
Mu Jin Huan’s slender fingers still rested on his temple, his sculpted features warm, his dark eyes holding a faint hint of a smile, "Don’t pretend, I know you’re not asleep."
Nan Wan opened her eyes, expressionless, "Can’t I not speak and just lie still?"
In truth, she had been lying down for most of the day and was already in a state of soreness and numbness.
But... he’s the one who said to appear weaker and not to move around.
Mu Jin Huan didn’t say a word, stood up, adjusted his suit jacket.
He stretched out his long legs, walked to the bedside, took the coat from the hanger, lifted the quilt, wrapped the little woman in the coat, and directly picked her up in his arms.
Nan Wan was startled by the sudden feeling of weightlessness, instinctively wrapped her arms around the man’s neck, "What are you doing?"
Mu Jin Huan opened the door, kept walking towards the elevator, his voice nonchalant, "Such a troubleso wife, might as well sell her."
The passing doctors and nurses all had their eyes on the two of them.
Nan Wan’s ears started to heat up, buried her face in the man’s chest, her voice as small as a mosquito’s, "You... what’s wrong with you, I didn’t even speak to disturb your work."
It sounded as if she was disgruntled, but it was actually grievance.
"What’s wrong with ..." Mu Jin Huan was oblivious to others’ stares, stood at the elevator, speaking in a calm tone, "Ask yourself what’s wrong with you first?"
It was dinner ti, a lot of people coming and going. His face was highly recognizable, even if people didn’t dare look openly, they’d sneak a glance, covering their mouths to whisper with their companions.
Nan Wan nestled in the coat, only half of her face exposed, but her originally calm eyebrows and eyes were now tinted with a layer of shyness, "I don’t like being watched by others, let’s go back."
Mu Jin Huan looked down, seeing her small, blushing face, only thinking her brows and eyes were lively, full of vitality.
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