Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love
Chapter 108. Is it too easy to cause misunderstanding?

Chapter 108: 108. Is it too easy to cause misunderstanding?

Nan Wan could clearly feel those two gazes, like a tight net, constantly surrounding her.

For a long time.

She lifted her head, a slight smile on her lips, "Be careful on the road."

Mu Jin Huan leaned over, brushed away the strands of hair stuck to the woman’s cheek, his expression gentle, "Rest well, recharge your spirits."

Nan Wan watched the man’s tall silhouette walk out of the bedroom, the sound of his leather shoes on the wooden floor resembling a musical instrument being played.

She spoke four words, and he returned with eight.

But, isn’t it too easy to cause misunderstanding...

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After Mu Jin Huan left for the company, and when Nan Wan felt her ankle wasn’t hurting much, she took a bath in the bathroom, then wandered up and downstairs to familiarize herself with the layout of the entire villa.

The room was very quiet, with only her footsteps echoing.

What surprised her the most was the balcony outside the study, which stood as a small world of its own, starkly contrasting with the desolate, withered branches around.

The water droplets on the verdant leaves, after the snow melted, reflected the remnants of the sun’s glow.

Nan Wan squatted down, her fingers slowly approaching the transparent droplets, but when she was just a centimeter away, the sound of a doorbell suddenly rang beside her ear.

She paused, stood up, and went downstairs.

After opening the door, the first thing Nan Wan saw was a plain middle-aged woman, and standing behind her was a young woman who looked just over twenty, with a graceful figure and striking appearance that did not seem like that of a servant.

The middle-aged woman wore a kindly polite smile, "You must be Miss Nan, I am surnamed Zhou, and this is Zhao Ying. Madam Mu instructed us to come over to take care of your and Mr. Mu’s daily needs."

Nan Wan understood, her demeanor gentle, with no fluctuation in her expression, "Does he know?"

"You’re referring to Mr. Mu, right? I’m not sure, Madam gave the order, and we, as subordinates, don’t dare to ask more."

Nan Wan nodded, stepping aside to let them into the house, "Aunt Zhou, Xiao Zhao, from now on I’ll rely on you two."

Aunt Zhou felt that such a gentle nature should be easy to get along with, she couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief and waved her hand with a smile, "It’s no trouble, it’s as it should be."

Nan Wan walked to the living room, picked up the phone on the table, and after unlocking it, ignored the unread messages. When she entered the dial interface, she realized she didn’t know Mu Jin Huan’s number at all.

She raised her hand to brush her long hair back, her expression as usual, and placed the phone back in its original position.

However, she had not yet turned around when the phone vibrated, and on the screen, a string of unfamiliar numbers flashed.

There was an inexplicable feeling that this was a call from him.

After looking at it for a few seconds, she picked up.

A deep voice, transmitted through radio waves, sounded in her ear, "Awake?"

It really was him.

Nan Wan sat down on the sofa, her empty hand placed near her chest, unconsciously touching the pendant on her neck, "I didn’t sleep."

"So what have you been doing this afternoon?"

The original deep bass was now even more magnetic after being transmitted through electricity.

Nan Wan could almost see him leaning back in his office swivel chair, his dark eyes slightly closed, "I took a bath, then wandered upstairs and downstairs."

In the wake of a low and slow laugh, came these words, "It seems, your foot is alright."

Such an obvious hint, naturally, Nan Wan understood.

Her actions paused, the fluctuations in her starry eyes were hidden, and she changed the topic, "Two maids came to the house, saying your mother instructed them to come. Did you know?"

After she finished speaking, it was a long time before there was a response from the other side of the phone, "Now I know."

The voice was faint, without any discernible emotion.

The sun in winter sets much earlier than in summer. When she was on the balcony, she could still see half of the sunset.

But now, the sky outside the window was already draped in a grayish overcoat.

"Where should they be put up?"

"All the bedrooms on the first floor are empty, you decide."

...

After hanging up the phone, Nan Wan arranged for Aunt Zhou and Zhao Ying to stay in the two bedrooms near the kitchen.

Aunt Zhou put away her luggage without unpacking and walked out of the room.

Seeing Nan Wan stepping onto the stairs, she hastily asked, "Miss Nan, we bought groceries for tonight on our way here. Is it alright to start preparing dinner now?"

Nan Wan nodded, "Thank you, Aunt Zhou; I eat vegetarian, so just prepare a single serving for dinner."

At this moment Zhao Ying walked out of her room and happened to hear this sentence, speaking the first words since entering the house, "Isn’t Mr. Mu coming back for dinner?"

After saying this, she suddenly realized something, her fingers clutching the hem of her clothes, lowering her head.

Upon hearing this, Nan Wan paused her steps, looked back at Zhao Ying, and her lips curved into a faint smile, "He has work at the company, and he’ll be back later."

Resting her hand on the banister, she slowly walked upstairs.

Only after watching her graceful figure disappear around the stair corner did Aunt Zhou breathe a sigh of relief.

She walked over to Zhao Ying, seeming to have a bit more in her gaze, but didn’t show it too openly, "Madam instructed that we must take good care of the child in Miss Nan’s belly, Xiao Zhao, you were a bit rash just now. What if you startled Miss Nan, what then?"

Zhao Ying felt Aunt Zhou was making a fuss over nothing, raised her head, blinked her eyes, and spoke a little aggrievedly, "I just said one sentence, and not loudly, how serious could it be?"

Seeing her like this, Aunt Zhou thought perhaps her previous thoughts weren’t accurate. After all, young girls do have some curiosity about the handsome and wealthy head of the household; she herself had such curiosity when she was younger.

She then softened her tone, "Pregnant women are sensitive, we must be more careful in all things."

Zhao Ying obediently replied, "Yes, got it, I won’t do it next time."

After Aunt Zhou went into the kitchen, Zhao Ying turned back, her gaze falling on the corner of the second floor.

Recalling the words Madam Mu had instructed her, her eyes held an ambition that revealed itself completely in this moment.

"Xiao Zhao, help me boil a kettle of water."

Retracting her gaze, she walked toward the kitchen, "Coming."

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Mu Jin Huan returned to the North Shore Villa at one thirty in the morning.

The surroundings were completely dark, with only the bedroom light turned on.

She isn’t asleep yet?

Opening the door, he saw an additional pair of shoes that were not his at the entrance when he turned on the light switch.

"Hello Mr. Mu, I am Zhao Ying, whom Madam has instructed to take care of you and Miss Nan. Would you like me to prepare a night snack?"

A sudden voice sounded, and Mu Jin Huan lifted his gaze, glanced once, and blandly said three words, "No, thank you."

In response, Zhao Ying softly said, "Understood, staying up late is bad for your health. Please rest early."

After speaking, she turned and returned to her room, without any noise.

The attitude and words were polite and respectful, without overstepping any boundaries, leaving nothing to pick fault with.