Ha!
How ironic.
If she valued his ’child’ so much, why did she send him away because of a few words from a charlatan back then...
Ignoring it completely, as if all familial ties were severed.
Only when the bottle of red wine was empty did Mu Jin Huan get up. When he returned to the bedroom, he didn’t turn on the light, his heavy body lay onto the bedding, pulling the woman with her back to him into his arms.
In her sleep, Nan Wan made a low sound, not waking up, instead, she moved closer to the source of warmth, unconsciously turning over to snuggle into the man’s arms.
Mu Jin Huan’s breathing was a bit heavy, and under the influence of alcohol, he gradually fell asleep.
In the dimness, Nan Wan had a dream.
Zhao Ying, filled with hatred, pointed at her and yelled hysterically.
Accusing her of being shaless, with countless admirers groveling at her feet, ruining her reputation, yet still foolishly hoping that Mu Jin Huan could redeem her.
Calling her vicious, clearly not pregnant, yet scheming to fra innocent people, it would all co back to her sooner or later.
Claiming she deserved to be unloved, to not have friends, and to be lonely for so many years.
Finally, Zhao Ying showed a strange smile and pushed her down the stairs with a shove.
But... in the dream, she truly was pregnant.
So there was blood everywhere, shocking to the eye.
She lay in the living room, her throat seemingly gripped, unable to utter a single word.
Like soone drowning who suddenly gets a breath of fresh air, when Nan Wan awoke in shock, she breathed deeply, her forehead covered in cold sweat. The room was pitch black, and in the air, there was a faint aroma of red wine mixed with tobacco.
As she reached out, she touched the man’s heated chest.
The fear brought by the nightmare receded like a tide; despite her body being covered in sticky sweat, she moved even closer to him.
Listening to the man’s heartbeat, she felt inexplicably at ease.
At around five in the morning, Nan Wan couldn’t get back to sleep.
Mu Jin Huan faintly sensed sothing; his sleep was light, and even with the influence of alcohol, his alertness still retained sowhat.
When Nan Wan’s arms wrapped around his waist, he woke up.
The person in his arms wasn’t breathing steadily, even a bit urgently. His rough palm brushed over her forehead, as expected, his palm was t with fine cold sweat.
His voice was hoarse from waking up after drinking, "Had a nightmare again?"
Nan Wan kept her eyes closed, her voice very low, "Maybe... because I did sothing guilty."
Mu Jin Huan didn’t speak, he pulled away her arms encircling his waist, got up, and turned on the light.
His dark eyes went from the haze of waking up to clarity in just a few minutes.
He opened the bedroom door, then fetched a blanket from the wardrobe, turned back, carried the still drowsy woman from the bed, went out, and turned left.
The weather was too cold, all the green plants on the balcony had been moved into the greenhouse. As soon as they entered, Nan Wan slled a faint fragrance of grass.
Barton slept in the greenhouse every night, and hearing the noise, he quickly stood up in alarm, barking twice, then quieted down once he caught their familiar scent.
After placing Nan Wan on the rocking chair, Mu Jin Huan turned back and turned on the light; the amber-hued light made the whole room appear especially dreamlike, with the feel of an enchanted forest.
Then, returning to the rocking chair, sitting down, he pulled her into his arms again, his thin lips close to her ear, his voice low and hoarse, "If she cos into your dream again tomorrow, let her co find ."
Leaning against the man’s embrace, Nan Wan’s gaze fell on the night sky outside the window, fear and stuffiness had already faded away.
She knew having such nightmares was nothing more than ’what you think about during the day, you dream about at night’.
Aunt Zhou said, Zhao Ying was taken away by two burly debt-collectors, those in that line of work cared for nothing but money.
Without Madam Mu’s protection and unable to pay off her father’s huge gambling debt, nothing good awaited Zhao Ying.
The day after Zhao Ying and Aunt Zhou ca to North Shore Villa, he had already investigated their background, not in detail, but he’d roughly ntioned a few things to her.
Sumd up, it ca down to this: a pitiful person must have so hateful aspect.
All along, he knew why Zhao Ying had co, but he didn’t just send her away with money. Instead, he cooperated with her and used so ans, letting Madam Mu take her away herself.
Just like he said, she and he are equally frightening.
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