Actually, the siblings rarely keep in touch, in comparison, Ji Wanxia calls Nan Wan more often, although it’s just casual chat each ti.
Nan Wan couldn’t hear the contents of his conversation with Ji Wanxia, but she could sense from the man’s unusual emotional changes that it wasn’t a small matter.
Is there a problem with her marriage to Gu Shaozhi?
She asked softly, "What’s going on?"
Mu Jin Huan’s expression was calm, "I don’t know yet."
It’s hard to explain over the phone, he hasn’t seen the person, asking would be pointless.
Nan Wan placed the magazine aside and stood up from the sofa, "How many days will you be there? I’ll pack your luggage for you."
"You change your clothes first, I’ll pack my own luggage," Mu Jin Huan wrapped his arm around the woman’s waist and walked back to the bedroom, gazing tenderly at her belly, "It’s safer at the Mu Family’s place than here, I’ll handle the things over there as quickly as possible and co back."
Although the Mu Family isn’t as comfortable as here, given her current situation, it’s possible for a major issue to occur if soone carelessly pushed her.
She hugged the man’s waist and then sat by the bed, nodding, "Don’t worry, I’ll take leave, nothing will happen."
Ever since learning she was pregnant, Mu Jin Huan hadn’t left Qing City, but he understood more than anyone the urgency of certain matters, and if it wasn’t really unbearable, Wanwan wouldn’t call him at such a ti.
...
After receiving Liu An’s call, Mu Jin Huan and Nan Wan left the house, the sky was still a reddish hue past six o’clock.
Mu Jin Huan put the suitcase in the trunk of another car, then returned to Nan Wan’s side, speaking softly, "Big Brother just got off work and went ho, I’ve inford him, he’ll wait for you to have dinner together."
Nan Wan couldn’t describe how she felt, sour and astringent, clearly knowing that Ji Wanxia needed him now, yet still reluctant for him to leave.
Logically, she was old enough not to have such emotions.
She took the initiative to slip her hand into the man’s palm, slowly intertwining their fingers, swaying them slightly, she softly proposed, "How about I take you to the airport?"
Such a delicate gesture, Mu Jin Huan’s heart softened repeatedly, wanting to shrink her and carry her wherever he went, but outwardly he maintained a serious face, "No."
"Oh."
Nan Wan wasn’t surprised, pouting, she let go of the man’s hand intending to get into the car, but the man pulled her arm into his embrace.
Without looking at him, she asked blandly, "What are you doing? Not letting see you off, yet not letting leave either?"
Mu Jin Huan looked at the woman’s clearly displeased face, her mood had been unpredictable lately, ignoring him over the slightest matter.
"I still don’t know what’s going on, but I promise to co back as soon as it’s resolved, don’t ignore my calls, okay?"
The rising pitch conveyed a sense of pampering helplessness.
Once you hit the right spot, Nan Wan was actually easy to appease, her expression softened considerably, she replied softly, "Got it, you should go now."
After she spoke, she realized he hadn’t moved from his original spot, nor did he withdraw the arm loosely wrapped around her waist.
After waiting for a while, he still remained, so Nan Wan looked up at him, suddenly caught in his deep oceanic eyes.
His gaze lingered, seemingly teasing, the implication was too obvious.
Blushing, she glanced at the two drivers who tactfully turned their backs and then at the man who seed unwilling to leave without that, finally she tiptoed to plant a quick kiss on the corner of his lips.
Her voice was as soft as a whisper, "Be careful on the road, stay safe."
Upon her last word, Mu Jin Huan couldn’t help but lower his head and kiss her.
Tender and lingering, it was filled with reluctance and affection.
The rear of the black Maybach disappeared from sight, Liu An tentatively spoke, "Ma’am, President Mu has gone far, please get in the car."
Nan Wan habitually touched her bulging belly with one hand, withdrew her gaze, and responded faintly.
Liu An quickly opened the back seat door and protectively helped her into the car.
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At the dinner table.
The atmosphere in the Mu Family was as it always had been, Madam Mu, Cheng Shihong, was noble and reticent, Mu Libei was amiable and kind, Mu Jinqian was cheerful and gentle, and little Qingqing was extrely talkative.
Currently, Nan Wan couldn’t tolerate the sll of fish or at, so the dishes on the table were all light and elegant, lacking in nutrition from at was compensated with other vegetables, perhaps because Mr. Mu had inford them in advance.
Cheng Shihong’s gaze was sharp and insightful, a product of decades of fierce competition in the business world, except when alone with her husband, she never lowered her guard easily.
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