The intense gaze swept over them, and those passing by the elevator were startled, not daring to look any further, quickly walking away.
Before stepping into the elevator, Mu Jin Huan said in a deep voice, "Let’s go back, don’t move anymore."
Hearing the man’s words, Nan Wan was speechless. She intended to retract her hand but inexplicably wrapped it around the man’s neck again, frowning tightly, "I’m not really sick, my brain hasn’t muddled to the point of confusing directions, is this the way back?"
Mu Jin Huan glanced at her and calmly said two words, "Going ho."
Nan Wan was still in a daze when she was placed in the front passenger seat.
Listening to the man instruct Aunt Zhou over the phone to prepare dinner, a strange feeling blossod in her heart, like eating a piece of cotton candy, sowhat sweet.
Her bare feet felt a bit cold, but wrapped in the coat, her body was warm. After driving for more than ten minutes, the temperature in the car rose, and with the soft mat beneath her feet, she no longer felt cold.
Turning her head to look at the man beside her, she asked in a low voice, "Are we just going ho like this?"
The act isn’t complete yet...
Mu Jin Huan freed a hand, reached over, and tidied the woman’s open coat, his voice plain, "Secretary Tang will handle the discharge procedures, and she will pack up the stuff and send it to the villa."
Nan Wan frowned, "You know I’m not talking about that."
Mu Jin Huan withdrew his arm, steering the wheel, his voice even and calm, "You don’t like staying in the hospital, and I don’t particularly like it either. The act is done; staying one or two more days doesn’t make a difference."
At ho, it’s more free, with only Aunt Zhou there, she doesn’t need to keep acting.
Though Nan Wan was 1.68 ters tall, she was on the thin side, with flexible bones. Hugging her calves, she placed her bare feet on the seat, nestled entirely in the coat, appearing sowhat petite.
Her voice was light, "True, after all, no one else will co."
Shen Zhii knew she wasn’t pregnant, so she wouldn’t co pretending to console her. Xu Moyi, busy preparing for an exhibition, probably didn’t know about this and wouldn’t be coming either.
Not working and staying in the hospital felt tireso for a day.
Going ho was better.
At a red light, Mu Jin Huan stopped the car and glanced at the bundle nestled in the passenger seat.
Her long, soft hair was unbound, gathered at the collar of the wide coat. The special effects makeup on her face had mostly worn off, restoring her skin’s natural color, looking much more pleasing.
His arm subconsciously reached out again, and his slender fingers tidied the stray hair on her forehead. The dazzling neon lights cast light and shadows on Mu Jin Huan’s deep features, adding a touch more warmth beneath his mature and indifferent deanor.
His thin lips parted slightly, his voice low and llow, "If you get bored in these two weeks, you can bring your nephew over early."
Hearing this, Nan Wan looked up at him.
Wasn’t he not particularly fond of her helping Shen Zhii take care of Jiashu?
"I’m an adult; I can easily find things to pass the ti. Besides, I’m not the only one at ho."
Nan Wan hadn’t taken a long vacation for a long ti. She felt unfamiliar and uneasy, with nothing she wanted to do or anyone she wanted to see. A day or two was fine, but half a month...
But she wouldn’t say it.
As the green light ca on, Mu Jin Huan turned right, "I’ll be at the company during the day, can’t accompany you, but the evenings are all yours."
The last sentence was particularly loaded with aning.
Nan Wan’s eyes involuntarily lingered on him. From this angle, the man’s firm jaw and defined facial lines were even more captivating, exuding mature steadiness from deep within after life’s ups and downs.
Even a suggestive remark seed quite proper coming from his mouth.
Nan Wan wasn’t a naive girl oblivious to everything; naturally, she understood.
She shifted her gaze, focusing on the bustling city nightscape quickly receding outside the window. Her lips curved slightly upward, her tone gentle, "It’s almost New Year’s, why does President Mu seem busier and busier lately."
Mu Jin Huan replied slowly, "Foreigners don’t celebrate our New Year."
Nan Wan wasn’t a businessperson, but she understood that the Mu Family was a multinational company headquartered in Qing City, with several overseas branches as well.
Doing business with foreigners couldn’t be calculated solely based on the Chinese calendar and holidays.
"Then I’ll have my sister-in-law send Jiashu over tomorrow. You can’t get annoyed by him, and certainly can’t scold him."
Once on the expressway, Mu Jin Huan picked up speed, his handso face unchanged, responding placidly, "Okay."
By the ti they got ho, Aunt Zhou had already prepared the al, saying nothing, asking nothing, fearing she might inadvertently bring up sothing upsetting, only recounting the episode of Zhao Ying being taken away after they finished eating.
But regarding Zhao Ying’s hysterical shouts of ’mad talk’ before being dragged out by debt collectors, she didn’t ntion a word. As a mother, whether true or not, she didn’t want to further strain the relationship between the master and Mada Mu.
After listening, Mu Jin Huan’s dark eyes remained unchanged, showing little concern as he acknowledged it before his phone rang, and he went upstairs to take the call.
Nan Wan sat in the dining room, smiling faintly, "Mu Huan doesn’t like having too many people at ho. In the future, it will only be Aunt Zhou, it might be more tiring for you, but your salary will double. If you have any other thoughts or opinions, feel free to tell ."
Aunt Zhou, seeing that Nan Wan didn’t ask anything, sensibly didn’t ntion Zhao Ying again, "Sir and Madam have been good to . I’m just a bit slow at work, as long as Madam doesn’t mind, I have no complaints."
Being allowed to continue working here, she was already content.
Nan Wan nodded, stood up from her chair, with a gentle smile still on her face, "It’s almost New Year’s, Aunt Zhou, after a few more days of work, you can go ho and rest for a month."
Aunt Zhou quickly wiped her hands on her apron and walked to Nan Wan’s side, supporting her hand, a bit worried, "Madam, your body is weak now, and sir is busy with work. I’ll stay here. I can’t help you much, but at least I can keep you company."
She hadn’t seen her daughter and grandson for nearly a year and missed them dearly. Naturally, going ho for New Year was good.
However... she felt guilty, thinking her carelessness caused this accident. Though the couple hadn’t blad her at all, she still felt remorseful and regretful.
Aunt Zhou carefully supported her upstairs. Although Nan Wan was unaccustod, she didn’t refuse, "Don’t worry about for New Year, Aunt Zhou. After two days of rest, I’ll be fine. There’ll be a part-ti worker to do the housework; I don’t need to lift a finger."
It wasn’t the first ti Nan Wan had lied but the first ti she felt so uneasy about lying to soone.
She wasn’t a kind-hearted saint, yet she wasn’t cold-hearted either. She had a fair sense of discerning people’s sincerity.
Nan Wan knew Aunt Zhou genuinely worried about her. Though she hadn’t ntioned the ’child’ matter, the guilt in her eyes was evident.
She felt sorry for Aunt Zhou.
Aunt Zhou helped Nan Wan to the bedroom door, nodded, and didn’t insist further, "Very well, I’ll listen to Madam."
Watching Nan Wan enter the room, she slowly went downstairs to tidy up the dining room.
Before returning to her room, she brewed a cup of tea and brought it to the study.
Standing in front of the desk, she hesitated for a long ti before speaking, "Sir, I have sothing I’d like to speak to you about."
Mu Jin Huan was browsing emails and didn’t look up, "Go ahead."
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