Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love
Chapter 102. I brought her back, not to seek your consent.

Chapter 102: 102. I brought her back, not to seek your consent.

Cheng Shihong then lifted her eyes to scrutinize the person opposite her, pure yet enchanting, a role capable of capturing a man’s heart.

A flicker of disdain and disgust flashed in her eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

The corners of her lips curled into a faint arc, and she spoke, "Mu Huan, aren’t you going to introduce her to your mother?"

Mu Jinhuan maintained the same posture, his handsome face devoid of excessive expression, and indifferently said two words, "Nan Wan."

Nan Wan withdrew her hand from the man’s grip, stood up, and placed the paper bag she held in her left hand on the table in front of Cheng Shihong, her demeanor generous and polite, "I hope Auntie and Uncle will like it."

Cheng Shihong glanced at it, then faintly smiled and said, "Don’t be in a hurry to call us that."

Clearly, these five words were a slap to Nan Wan’s face, even the servants standing by felt awkward, but Nan Wan’s expression remained unruffled, her smile still faint on her cheeks as she returned to Mu Jinhuan’s side.

She hadn’t called them mom or dad, just the most ordinary of titles, yet she was flatly rejected.

Suddenly, she recalled what he said in the hotel restaurant that morning, a bitter feeling surged in her heart.

When interacting with her eldest brother, she was kind and gentle, but toward him, she was distant and indifferent.

No one was more familiar with this mother-son relationship than she was.

Mu Jinhuan’s deep black eyes had an undercurrent swirling within, his distinct fingers slowly tapped on his knee, his voice cool, "I brought her back, not to seek your approval."

Cheng Shihong understood, he was merely there to inform her, and to give her a chance to recognize her face, so as not to embarrass herself in front of others.

However, this face, she was not unfamiliar with.

"Miss Nan, your reputation in Qing City needs no elaboration from me, do you think you deserve to enter the Mu Family?"

Nan Wan was silent for a few seconds, as if pondering the answer.

Then she raised her eyes and unflinchingly met those two cold gazes, her voice light, "As long as Mu Huan doesn’t mind my past, I don’t care about or concern myself with others’ perspectives."

"As for whether I am qualified," she proactively grasped the man’s hand resting on the sofa, "it’s only Mu Huan’s decision to make."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Shihong’s expression turned cold, malice in her eyes undisguised, "So, are you saying even if Mu Huan’s father and I disagree, you wouldn’t care?"

Nan Wan understood.

The question was being thrown entirely to her...

If she said yes, then the label of ’unfilial’ would fall upon him. If she said no, she could leave right now.

A direct assault was impossible, the best method could only be indirect tactics.

However, before she could speak, the man beside her had already tossed the question back with a mere four words.

"She’s pregnant."

The words were undoubtedly a thunderbolt, not only was Cheng Shihong’s face filled with astonishment, even Nan Wan, who usually concealed her emotions, was momentarily unable to react, staring at the man’s resolute profile in a daze.

Mu Jinhuan lifted his arm, intimately encircling the woman’s shoulder, his thumb lightly stroking her shoulder blade, he lowered his head slightly, his lips close to her eardrum, "I’m sorry, I know you don’t want outsiders to know, you can handle me however you like when we get back tonight, alright?"

Outsiders...

Although it appeared to be the most intimate murmur between lovers, Cheng Shihong’s heart was as clear as a mirror, he purposely lowered his voice, yet managed it well enough for her to hear.

Suppressing her inner anger, she kept a calm facade, curious to see how the woman would react.

Nan Wan’s earlobes flushed a peculiar pink from his suggestive breath, the pink spreading to her cheeks, making her already striking face even more captivating.

Gazing downward, she softly said, "I don’t blame you, it couldn’t be hidden for long."

From an outsider’s perspective, this scene undeniably looked like a display of shyness.

Cheng Shihong coughed lightly twice, her face regaining its lofty expression, her gaze sweeping over Nan Wan’s abdomen, noting the loose-fitting sweater still showed a slender flatness, "Pardon my bluntness, Miss Nan, how long have you been pregnant?"

The saying goes, ’Mother is honored by her child,’ a principle everyone understands.

She was acutely aware that the gap between her and this son wasn’t small, after so many years, even if she wanted to make amends, it would be futile, a waste of effort.

A woman with countless men under her skirt, who was to say the child in her belly belonged to the Nan Family.

Letting her enter so ambiguously would become more than just a joke then.

The Mu Family simply couldn’t afford such a disgrace...

Nan Wan surely understood what Madam Mu meant, she simply utilized a slightly less blunt way to question her, but the implication was the same.

Allowing the man’s arm to encircle her waist, her attitude remained graceful and composed as always, "About half a month."

The tea had cooled, Cheng Shihong frowned, signaling the servant to change it.

"From what I understand, since ending your last marriage, less than two months have passed, not to mention the astonishing reasons for its end, your private life is quite colorful too," Cheng Shihong remarked.

"Mu Huan, forgive mom if my words sound harsh, but some matters can’t be handled carelessly. Are you sure the child Miss Nan is carrying belongs to the Mu Family?"

An undercurrent of darkness slowly seeped through Mu Jinhuan’s eyes, and between his brows lay a thick coldness.

His thin lips curved into a mocking smile, his voice deep and enigmatic, "In your heart, have I already become so pathetic as to willingly raise another man’s child?"

His distinct fingers played with strands of Nan Wan’s hair between them, though his demeanor was languid, he exuded an emperor’s aura.

The servant, who was holding tea and coming out of the kitchen, was so intimidated by this aura that she halted abruptly, as if her feet were glued to the floor, unable to take a step.

Mu Jinqian descended from the second floor, intercepted the tea tray from the servant’s hands, glanced around at the other waiting individuals, and casually said, "Go tend to your things.."

The servants hurriedly bowed respectfully, "Yes."

Mu Jinqian placed the teacup in front of Cheng Shihong, then sat on the sofa, his voice smooth, with a few notes of a light-hearted smile, "Mom, Mu Huan isn’t young anymore, marriage is just a matter of time. Now with a child, it’s a blessing on top of a blessing, you’d get a grandchild or grandaughter to keep Qingqing company, wouldn’t it be more leisurely?"

These words eased the previously tense atmosphere.

Cheng Shihong’s expression improved slightly, but she remained angry, silent and not responding.

Mu Jinqian continued, "Entertainment news can’t be fully trusted, Nan Wan is my colleague, from the day she entered the hospital, I’ve watched her grow day by day. Her character, I can vouch for."