That kid looked at Mr. Mu with a face full of: I! Want! To! Sleep! With! Him!
And he made no attempt to hide it.
"What nonsense are you saying?" Mu Jin Huan stopped in his tracks, a chuckle escaping him in disbelief, and he reached up to ruffle the woman’s hair. "Her na is Huo Ran, raised abroad since childhood, just returned a few months ago, and in the Huo Family, she’s an ancestor that can overrule a group of juniors. Even Huo Yihan has to call her grandma."
Mr. Huo’s life is just that tragic. Glorious outside, but back in the Huo Family, even a kid as tiny as a fart can ride him and flaunt authority.
As long as the old man coughs once, he has to dutifully serve tea and water to those deliberately tornting him.
Even if the other party is still a school-uniform-wearing minor.
Upon hearing this, Nan Wan couldn’t help but lean against the man and laugh, thinking the saying ’everyone hated must have hateable traits’ truly holds rit.
Despite all the tears and disappointnts he brought to Mo Yi, Nan Wan’s prejudice against him never lessened. But knowing God also sent these ’ancestors’ to tornt him made it seem a bit more justifiable.
"Don’t you think she looks a lot like ?"
This Huo Ran, she really hadn’t seen before.
"Even if she does, it’s just a shell," Mu Jin Huan said, positioning the person in his arms in the safest spot as people occasionally passed by, his voice low and gentle. "Mrs. Mu is one of a kind; no one resembles you."
When he said the latter half of the sentence, his eyes were as deep as the ocean.
Completely dissolving Nan Wan’s intentions of teasing him further.
The surrounding commotion felt as if she had plunged into that deep sea.
In this life, never wanting to leave.
...
Many ca to Zijin Mountain to wait for the teor shower; of course, waiting couldn’t just be sitting idly by. Friends, strangers alike gathered to barbecue, drink, chat, and laugh heartily...
What was usually a quiet mountaintop was exceptionally lively tonight.
The last ti, those waiting with Nan Wan and Mu Jin Huan for the beautiful sight were Huo Yihan and Xu Moyi. This ti, it was her close ones, Nan Ze and Shen Zhii.
When they arrived, their spot was already saved.
Mu Jin Huan wrapped an arm around Nan Wan as they approached, and Nan Ze casually tossed him a can of beer. His handso and distinguished features were devoid of any extra expression as he asked lightly, "President Mu isn’t busy today?"
A man who can answer several calls just during a al still finds ti to watch teors, truly rare.
Mu Jin Huan took the can, settled Nan Wan, then sat on Nan Ze’s left, every action innate with grace and composure.
His voice remained steady, "Not bad, compared to Mr. Nan’s constant busyness, I’m just pointlessly occupied."
Shen Zhii, chatting with Nan Wan by the bonfire, looked helplessly at the two n sniping at each other. They’re both over thirty, yet still as childish as kids?
With a hand on her forehead, she said, "Third Brother, you two throw jabs at each other as soon as you et. It’s awkward for Wanwan and ."
She’s fine; Mrs. Mu’s predicant is rather unfortunate.
One’s her real brother, the other her partner; leaning any which way seems inappropriate.
"What’s awkward?" Nan Ze’s brown glassy eyes were calm and still, his voice low and unhurried, "Even though Wanwan is my sister, she’s also the Mu Family’s daughter-in-law, naturally siding with the Mu surna."
The jacket draped over Shen Zhii’s shoulders began to slip, and shockingly, he noticed even before she did, his hand reaching out naturally and fluidly to straighten it, as if he’d done it countless tis before.
Lastly, he even tidied her wind-tousled hair, "I have you, so there’s no room for feeling down."
To him, this wasn’t sweet talk; it was routine.
With her husband’s worldview so impeccable, Shen Zhii wasn’t surprised. She smiled, responding softly, "That’s overthinking; you both continue."
This public display of affection was too common for Nan Wan to find unusual.
Propped up with an elbow on the armrest, her chin in her palm, she asked, quite puzzled, "Not to ntion anything else, but weren’t you two quite good friends before...?"
Thinking carefully, beyond occasions with outsiders, Third Brother and Mr. Mu have barely had a proper conversation.
After glancing away from Shen Zhii, Nan Ze’s sharp and handso features grew a bit sterner, his expression unchanged as he uttered four words, "I have no friends."
At that, Mu Jin Huan let out a low, unclear "ha," which seed mocking, but could just as well be contemptuous.
He lifted his head for a sip of beer, his voice faint, "Quite a coincidence, I don’t either."
Nan Wan, "..."
Alright, the world of n is beyond her understanding.
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