Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love
Chapter 101. Another sleepless night, my eyelids are so heavy...

Chapter 101: 101. Another sleepless night, my eyelids are so heavy...

But it can be confirmed that compared to causing trouble with the Su Family, the benefits that the entire Nan Family, as well as he himself, are about to receive are much more immeasurable.

However, while the Nan Family was happy, she seemed... not so pleased.

Upon hearing this, Mu Jinhuan’s thin lips curved into a barely noticeable smile, his voice was a sexy baritone, "Eager to marry me?"

"Not all that eager," Nan Wan absentmindedly combed through her hair with her fingers, her almond eyes gently closed, hiding her emotions completely, "But he might not be as calm as Mr. Mu. Rather than waiting for him to come to me, I think it would be better for you to take the initiative."

Mu Jinhuan’s handsome face with defined features was calm and warm, his voice deep and steady, "Rest assured, none of the necessary formalities will be lacking."

Hearing his words, Nan Wan said nothing more, adjusted to a comfortable position, and closed her eyes to rest.

Another sleepless night, her eyelids felt very heavy...

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Half an hour later, the car stopped outside the Mu Family’s main gate.

Nan Wan opened her eyes, rubbed her temples, and suddenly remembered something, her voice carrying a hint of dryness, "I didn’t prepare anything, is that not quite right?"

Although his family lacked nothing, since it was her first visit, showing up empty-handed didn’t quite seem appropriate.

Mu Jinhuan unbuckled his seatbelt, reached into the back seat, and placed an item directly into the woman’s lap.

Nan Wan turned her head to look at him; from this angle, the curve of his jaw appeared gentler.

Mu Jinhuan raised an eyebrow, with a half-smile, "Realizing just now?"

Nan Wan pouted, looked down, and opened it.

Inside the bag was a dark green brocade box with a golden logo engraved on it, from a low-profile luxury jewelry brand. Additionally, there was a box of tea leaves.

Not particularly precious gifts, but given that it passed through his hands, it would surely be to the liking of those two.

"Thank you."

Mu Jinhuan stepped out of the car, walked to the passenger side with his long legs, and opened the car door.

His arm gently resting on the car window, he leaned slightly, his dark eyes scanning the woman’s exquisite side profile, he spoke slowly, "I remember saying that I don’t accept verbal thanks."

On a sunny day after snow, the sunlight was very gentle.

He wasn’t wearing an overcoat, his polished shoes gleamed, the well-tailored suit pants wrapped around his long legs, the black suit was immaculate without a single crease, and the watch on his wrist reflected a charming light.

Standing against the light, he appeared partially in shadow, the warm yellow halo spreading around him in circles.

Nan Wan placed one foot on the ground, looking up at him, blinked, her voice was soft, "There’s nothing I can do, my boss is stern and just, they’ve docked my salary until June next year, so I’m really too poor to afford it."

Mu Jinhuan looked at the woman intentionally playing the role of the poor, his lips curved slightly, his voice rich as if soaked in fine wine, "No worries, I’m always lenient with beautiful women, you can make it up later."

Saying that, he graciously extended his hand, palm up.

Nan Wan lowered her eyes, without thinking or hesitating, placed her hand into the man’s palm and was led out of the car by him.

The housekeepers clearing the snow saw Mu Jinhuan and quickly bowed to greet him, lowering their heads briefly, all stealing glances at the Nan Wan walking by his side.

Dressed very simply, her long black hair hung smoothly over her shoulders, without makeup, she was still fair-skinned and beautiful, with shallow dimples on her cheeks, giving a fresh, gentle, and tranquil feeling.

Not like the entertainment news had said...

Walking next to the Second Young Master, she was quite a sight to behold.

Nan Wan heard Mu Jinhuan greet them casually, her hand held in his, not feeling cold at all.

With a bit of careful observation, one could notice that the housekeepers’ attitudes only appeared respectful on the surface.

These looks were the same as those when the Nan Family’s housekeepers looked at her.

If it were only her, it wouldn’t be strange, but beside her stood the Mu Family’s Second Young Master.

A voice deep and unruffled sounded by her ear, "Are you ready?"

Nan Wan stepped onto the stairs, a soft smile curved her lips, "Of course."

As she spoke, white mist emerged from her mouth, swiftly blending into the air.

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Cheng Shihong was leaning back on the sofa, holding a teacup, apart from a glance when the two entered, she never looked over again.

Pride and aloofness, unabashedly on display.

In the spacious living room, except for the sound of the teacup lid tapping against the cup, there were no other noises.

Mu Qingqing, having a cold, didn’t go to school and was nestled weakly in Mu Jinqian’s arms.

But when she saw Nan Wan, her eyes immediately brightened, "Uncle, you brought aunt home, is she here to treat my illness?"

Her voice was hoarse, but she was obviously much more spirited than before.

When Cheng Shihong heard the word ’aunt,’ her eyes behind her glasses grew a touch sharper.

Mu Jinhuan led Nan Wan to sit on the sofa, "I thought you didn’t like doctors?"

Mu Qingqing’s eyes sparkled as she earnestly explained, "I don’t like other doctors, but daddy, aunt, and Jiashu’s mom are different, I like them a lot more."

Her voice soft and cute, the nasal tone accentuating her adorable nature.

Cheng Shihong elegantly set the teacup down, touched her granddaughter’s flushed little cheek, and switched to a kind and friendly expression, "Baby, do you want to go back to your room and sleep a little more?"

Her granddaughter was famously mischievous, often ignoring limited-edition toys presented by her friends as gestures of goodwill.

This woman could easily win over the little demon, clearly not a simple character.

"I don’t want to," Mu Qingqing shook her head, her flushed little face, "it’s auntie’s first visit, I want to accompany her."

Cheng Shihong’s expression remained unchanged, her gaze shifted upwards, "Jinqian, isn’t it time for Qingqing to take her medication?"

Everyone present, except the three-year-old, understood the forceful implication in her words.

Mu Jinqian stood up holding his daughter, his demeanor gentle, "Mu Huan, Nan Wan, you two keep Mom company, I’ll take Qingqing upstairs for her medicine first."

Both nodded in response.

Before being carried upstairs, Mu Qingqing climbed onto Mu Jinqian’s shoulder, giving Nan Wan a broad smile, "Auntie, don’t sneak away, I’ll be back after my medicine."

Nan Wan smiled and agreed.

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Cheng Shihong ordered the housekeepers to serve tea.

Until the tea was served, the living room remained silent.

Mu Jinhuan crossed his legs, sitting lazily, his black eyes half-closed, playing with Nan Wan’s fingers in his hands.

Nan Wan sat quietly by his side, graceful and poised.

Only then did Cheng Shihong lift her eyes to assess the person opposite her, someone who could be pure or seductive, certainly a woman who could captivate men.