Every word he spoke was slow and clear.
"She got married, her son can crawl all over the floor, her husband is good-looking and wealthy, and he only has her in his heart."
After saying all this, he lifted his head, smiling as he looked at Mrs. Mu, who seed lost and confused, his gaze like it was soaked by the morning dew, "Want to know anything else?"
Nan Wan took nearly ten minutes to process this information, and Mu Jin Huan did not rush her, patiently waiting.
Not really, these long and short sentences, when summarized, actually have only one aning; they are not as complicated as Olympiad math problems.
When they got married, he was thirty-four.
Everyone has a past, Nan Wan included, but she never thought that he never had a woman before.
Thirty-four years old...
Wondering if he had certain difficulties wasn’t necessary because she had already experienced it firsthand.
Still hard to believe, though!
Her unfocused, dazed gaze gradually found its target, staring blankly at the man’s deep and handso face, lips parting, "You... you..."
She repeated "you" several tis but failed to say anything further.
"I’m very clean," Mu Jin Huan propped himself up, returned to the ground, then bent over to lift the woman lying limply on the bed and carried her to the bathroom, "Impeccably clean."
Whether in An City or Qing City; whether surnad Ji or Mu; whether before or after his imprisonnt, he was always the object of won’s desire.
Countless heiresses actively approached him, but he was no Liu Xia Hui who could remain unmoved; he just found it boring.
Nan Wan wrapped her arms around the man’s neck, seriously pondering for a mont.
It makes sense; at that ti, he harbored feelings for Ji, so naturally, he wouldn’t ss around.
Suddenly, an unlikely idea surfaced in her mind, and Nan Wan’s eyes lit up, "What about Huo Yihan?"
Could he also be just a seemingly incorrigible playboy?
Upon hearing this, Mu Jin Huan stopped in his tracks, one foot on the step, the other still on the wooden floor of the bedroom.
He maintained this posture, looking down at the woman in his arms.
His chiseled facial features showed no waves, revealing neither joy nor anger, as he asked unhurriedly, "Mrs. Mu, you’re so concerned about other n’s private lives, I’m not comnting, but do you think it’s appropriate?"
Nan Wan blinked, "Aren’t you best friends?"
She was just asking, with no real interest.
Mu Jin Huan stated expressionlessly, "Friends are friends, a wife is a wife, not the sa concept."
"So is he or isn’t he?"
Mr. Mu’s skill in changing the subject had improved significantly, without any trace.
"I don’t know," Mu Jin Huan kicked open the bathroom door, his voice faint, "I’m not hiding under his bed every day."
Nan Wan imagined this scenario.
Yikes...
Goosebumps covered the floor, it was so sleazy, not suitable for a celibate male idol like Mr. Mu.
When she ca to, the buttons on her shirt were already half undone, and Nan Wan awkwardly gathered her clothes, retreating two steps, "What are you doing?"
Mu Jin Huan pinned her against the wall, calmly saying two words, "Taking a bath."
Her hands were twisted behind her back; no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t gain freedom, and could only watch her clothes being removed.
Her ears felt like they were on fire, "Are you so poor that if you take separate baths every night and use just a little more water, you’ll go bankrupt?"
Mu Jin Huan was very patient when undressing her, but almost tore off his own clothes.
He casually tossed his clothes aside and turned on the shower, warm water falling, gradually creating a steamy mist in the bathroom, making the view blurry.
Lowering his head, he lifted the woman’s chin.
Then, a deep, husky voice spilled out between the lips of the two people, "Well, Mrs. Mu always skips work, so it’s hard for to support the family alone, and now we have an additional daughter, so saving a bit wherever I can seems sensible."
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The second day, the third day, the fourth day...
Around eight, even though the recorder’s switch was always on, Pea would cry for a while, but would gradually stop thanks to the lullaby, drifting into dreamland.
Jiu Jiu was now very different from those initial months after birth when he’d occasionally laugh foolishly by himself, now he was a bit... aloof.
For this, Nan Wan was troubled, as the market for warm n is quite large nowadays; what if the son grows up with a poker face?
Moreover, he’s a Scorpio, the top-ranked constellation for being calculating.
Nan Wan could only silently pray that his future bride wouldn’t co too late, because a poker-faced, cunning poker face might well end up forever alone.
Although Jiu Jiu didn’t like being held by Mr. Mu, Pea did.
For a long ti, Mr. Mu ca ho early to bathe Pea, change her into pajamas, and then coax her to sleep.
These were privileges Jiu Jiu never experienced. Now, as long as the sister cried once, Mr. Mu would drop his work and leave the study.
But Jiu Jiu didn’t seem to mind much.
Nan Wan felt increasingly uneasy, so she instructed the servants to let the siblings spend more ti together, hoping the cute and adorable Pea could pull Jiu Jiu back a bit from the path of the poker face.
...
At around three in the afternoon, Nan Wan received a call from Mu Jinqian, asking her to co to the office.
Her college classmate, whom she felt like strangling a hundred tis a day, nudged her arm with an elbow and laughed, "What trouble have you gotten into this ti?"
"None," Nan Wan put the phone in the pocket of her white coat, still puzzled about why Director Mu suddenly wanted to see her, "I’m as cautious as a new intern entering the hospital, and I even diligently pulled two night shifts."
If it were official business, Director Mu would directly dial the ergency departnt’s line.
"Isn’t it because you always skip work for no reason and feel guilty, so you work overti?"
Nan Wan, "..."
How such an infuriating person was still alive was beyond belief.
Not bothering to argue, she left the ergency room, took the elevator upstairs, and politely knocked on Mu Jinqian’s office door.
"Co in."
Nan Wan pushed open the door and walked to the desk, "Director, what do you need for?"
Mu Jinqian got straight to the point without any preamble, "I need your help."
"Go ahead."
Although Nan Wan agreed readily, there was still a slight sense of unease, as Mu Jinqian rarely asked her for anything, but once he did, it was never sothing simple.
He was a gentleman as gentle as jade.
Such a deanor made it hard for her to refuse.
Since that day when Mu Jinqian, holding Lu Yao’s hand, left the Mu Family’s old residence, he had never returned. Qingqing mostly stayed with them, only being sent back to the Mu Family when she clamored to see her grandparents, but he never went inside.
This ti, could it be about Lu Yao...
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