Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love
Chapter 103. Haven’t even started, and already thinking about the end?

Chapter 103: 103. Haven’t even started, and already thinking about the end?

Cheng Shihong gave Mu Jinqian an unhappy glare and spoke in a displeased tone, "You two brothers sure have a good relationship, planning to team up and fight a guerrilla war against mom."

Although her expression remained cold, her tone had obviously softened a lot.

Even Nan Wan could hear it, let alone the man beside her.

She turned her head to look at him.

The man’s hand holding the teacup rested on his thigh, his thumb slowly rubbing the rim. The steam wafted over his suit, over the subtle embroidered patterns on his shirt collar, and then merged into the air.

The handsome face showed no trace of emotion, his dark eyes half-closed, making it impossible for her to see if anything was hidden inside.

This man shared with her a disease called "loneliness," equally... incurable.

Mu Jinqian took an apple from the fruit plate, picked up a fruit knife, and carefully peeled it. "You see, you’re deliberately making things difficult, yet she hasn’t shown a trace of disrespect. Any other woman would have argued back long ago. Mu Huan’s judgment is never wrong."

After speaking, he finished peeling the apple, sliced the flesh into small pieces, and divided them between two small plates, placing one in front of Cheng Shihong and the other in front of Nan Wan.

The meaning was clear to understand.

Even if Cheng Shihong was unsatisfied with Nan Wan, at this moment she couldn’t disregard the child in her belly. The young generation in the Mu Family’s collateral branch was already sparse, with only Qingqing in the family. Having one more was naturally better.

After pondering for a moment, she made her attitude clear, "The offspring of the Mu Family shouldn’t be left outside. But Mu Huan’s father is still visiting relatives in the hometown and hasn’t returned. When he gets home tomorrow, we can arrange for both families to have a meal together and discuss your marriage."

Nan Wan knew these words were directed at her, a faint smile on her lips, her voice soft, "I have no objections. It’s best to follow Auntie and Uncle’s arrangements."

Cheng Shihong nodded.

Setting everything else aside, this demeanor was the type she liked. Whether it was high-level pretension or genuinely like this, at least it was pleasing to the eye.

The conversation and conduct were graceful and straightforward, without any pretense, and she didn’t rely on her pregnancy with the Mu Family’s child to act spoiled or arrogant, indeed quite different from what she had imagined.

But for wealthy families, reputation is paramount.

If the reputation is ruined, no matter how good other conditions are, it won’t stop others from talking.

She shifted her gaze, "What about you, Mu Huan?"

The tea in the cup grew cold, yet Mu Jin Huan hadn’t taken a sip.

When he looked up, the emotions in his dark eyes receded silently, clean and without a trace, speaking lightly, "The sooner the wedding, the better."

Cheng Shihong had no objections to this point and nodded in agreement.

She massaged her temples, saying she was a bit tired and went upstairs to rest. Throughout, she never looked at the gift box on the table again.

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Mu Jinqian sipped tea, "It’s Nan Wan’s first time here, why not stay for lunch?"

The change in status made Nan Wan feel somewhat awkward. She turned her head to look at the man beside her.

Mu Jin Huan unfolded his crossed legs, stood up, long fingers fastening the buttons on his suit, "No, I have things to do this afternoon."

Mu Jinqian didn’t insist, offering a rather helpless smile, "When Qingqing wakes up, she’ll be causing trouble with me again."

The time he had been back wasn’t particularly short, yet the times he ate at home were few enough to count on ten fingers. His refusal was not surprising.

Nan Wan also stood up, looking at Mu Jinqian opposite her, softly expressing gratitude, "Director, thank you."

If it weren’t for him, Madam Mu wouldn’t have agreed so easily. Regardless of whom the favor was owed to, it ultimately helped her out.

"Still calling me Director in private?" Mu Jinqian raised an eyebrow, giving Nan Wan a meaningful look, and smiled to remind her, "You can start calling me something else."

Nan Wan understood what he meant. They’d known each other for so many years, and he was her boss after she started working, something very simple, but at this moment she couldn’t bring herself to say it.

The man beside her timely intervened to help her out, "Big brother, we’re leaving first."

Mu Jinqian joked with a laugh, "Being so protective, I’ll be afraid to casually order you around in the future."

Nan Wan originally thought she’d hear the classic overbearing CEO line like, "Who dares bully my woman?"

But never did she expect he would say, "Separate business and personal matters. Do as you should."

Totally illogical...

Mu Jinqian walked behind them, and after sending them out, he returned to the living room.

He bent down, first looking at the box of tea leaves, then took out a small brocade box beside it, opened it, and saw a bracelet of clear, translucent jade.

A strange emotion rose within him...

His father loved tea, his mother loved jade.

Turns out, he still remembered these things.

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In the car.

Nan Wan leaned against the car window, letting out a long sigh, "Mr. Mu, you seem to be trying too hard."

This stretch of road was congested, with many pedestrians, so Mu Jin Huan drove slowly.

"What?"

"You can deceive for a while, but not forever," Nan Wan covered her face with both hands, closed her eyes, and said sullenly, "After three months, I might need to use an inflator to pump some air into my belly to keep up this charade."

It’s not like you can get one as easily as a cat or a dog.

Mu Jin Huan curled his lips, one hand on the steering wheel, the other reaching over uncontrollably to tousle the woman’s hair, "You usually seem quite clever, but today you can’t even figure out something so simple."

Nan Wan was taken aback, her fingers parting to reveal one eye, staring unblinkingly at the man’s profile, "You... what do you mean?"

Mu Jin Huan’s deep eyes softened, and even his voice became richer and more profound, "In three months, it’s enough time for her to arrive."

Nan Wan knew very well what "her" referred to.

Sitting upright, her gaze fell forward, her tone faint, "Mu Jin Huan, this between us is just a transaction, right?"

Her voice was so low, it couldn’t cause a ripple even if it fell into water.

"Getting married and having a child isn’t a normal thing?" Mu Jin Huan retracted his arm, turning the steering wheel, his gaze unwavering, "Or do you think every day after this, I will act like last night and not actually touch you?"

His voice was steady, indistinguishable between joy and anger.

Nan Wan’s expression was extremely calm, her fingers pressing into the tender flesh of her palm, "As long as it’s a transaction, there will always be an end. If there’s a child, there will be ties, and the separation won’t be clean."

This impending marriage, the simpler, the better.

She didn’t understand why he would think that way.

Mu Jin Huan’s thin lips curved into a slight smile, but his eyes were mysteriously profound, speaking leisurely, "Thinking of the end before it even begins?"

Quite a heartless character...

"You have your heart’s love, I have my own pursuits. It’s better to clarify whether this relationship is based on benefits sooner rather than later."