Huo Yihan’s words still echoed in her ears: Sheng Boyan gave up his rights to inherit the family business for Nan Wan’s mother’s illness.
Was it just bad timing?
The distinct, jointed fingers tapped slowly on the knee, resembling an unconscious action, yet more like transmitting so signal.
Heh...
The man’s voice carried a tone of sarcasm, making it particularly discomforting to listen to.
Nan Wan never thought of asking Sheng Boyan for help; she had already owed him too much to ever repay, so how could she continue to act ignorant and accept his assistance without reason?
Her delicate facial features bore no warmth, "Why did you involve him for no reason?"
Her tone wasn’t loud, but every word was clear.
Mu Jin Huan’s deep eyes seed to possess the ability to discern, and his sharp gaze seed to penetrate the woman’s facade to capture her truest thoughts.
His voice was steady, slowly stating, "When you needed help from , you personally made lunch and brought it over. Even when you saw sothing, you didn’t show a hint of happiness..."
The man reached for the cigarette box on the coffee table, his slender fingers leisurely extracted one, lighting it. The bluish smoke spread, making his stern and rugged features seem even more unfathomable.
Through the wisps of smoke, Nan Wan watched him with a calm gaze.
Mu Jin Huan was the kind of person who, when he watched you quietly, seed like a withered tree covered in frost in the dead of winter—indifferent, distant, and with an invisible oppressive aura that could unravel all your rationality.
Just like... when she t him for the first ti.
Then, she heard him ask, "When you asked him for help, were you like this too?"
His tone was light, yet contained an intense danger.
"Mu Jin Huan," Nan Wan called his na.
She averted her gaze, her hand slowly warming as it rubbed the edge of her ring, her expression suprely calm, "You can embrace other won, but I can’t have a al with Sheng Boyan? To be honest, I find your kind quite detestable—greedy and domineering, very uncomfortable..."
Who was Mu Jin Huan? The kind of person who, if deceived for the first ti, might consider it a mistake, but would not allow the other party a second chance. If there was, then it was indulgence.
Compared to Zhao Ying, who was impulsive and aggressive, Yu Qinglu was more like a soft sword wrapped around your neck. It appeared to be just a special accessory, but if you moved slightly, the sharp blade would slash your throat.
The tobacco sll lingered around her nose, and Nan Wan began to smile faintly.
"On the surface, Miss Yu’s case was entrusted to by Mu Jinqian, but don’t you know who it’s really helping? I don’t count it against you because I believe that having peacefully enjoyed your protection, I should give sothing in return. Do you really think I’m that easy to bully?"
Her voice was soft, yet it carried no warmth.
Before turning on the heater, Mu Jin Huan had already taken off his suit jacket, with the black shirt sleeves rolled halfway up above the expensive watch. His long legs crossed, the impeccably pressed suit pants showed not a single crease, and the leather shoes, sleek with an English charm, shone brightly enough to reflect piercing sunlight.
His handso features, part bathed in the dim sunlight, part hidden in shadows, with half-closed deep-black eyes. The lit cigarette nestled between his fingers, resting on his knee, while the thumb of his other hand gently rubbed the cigarette box, "Anything else?"
Only those three words devoid of any emotion.
Nan Wan had no emotional fluctuation in the first place. After saying so much, she only got those understated three words in return. Although she felt a bit disappointed, it was only disappointnt, not sadness.
She replied blandly, "No more."
Mu Jin Huan casually tossed the cigarette box onto the coffee table, but his action to extinguish the cigarette was extrely slow, "Then it’s my turn."
He clasped the woman’s wrist and drew her forward, wrapping his arms around his lean waist. Before she could react, he hugged her slender body with one arm, creating an embrace.
His chin rested leisurely on the hollow of her shoulder, his voice deep and steady, "First of all, the term ’embrace’ is composed of two gestures; one holds, one hugs, just like us now, not a one-sided ambush."
Then he let go, very naturally, as if he were really explaining the aning of this saying to her.
He pulled her out of his embrace, reaching up to tuck her stray strands of hair behind her ear, and then the pad of his thumb lingered over the beauty mark at the corner of her eye.
He continued to state slowly, "Secondly, I am inherently indifferent and cold, not one to easily trust anyone. Besides my elder brother, I can’t find anyone in Qing City to whom I can entrust Qinglu’s case. My elder brother seeking your help wasn’t my preditation."
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