Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love
Chapter 109: Miss Nan was pregnant, but Mr. Mu didn’t seem to show much concern.

Chapter 109: Miss Nan was pregnant, but Mr. Mu didn’t seem to show much concern.

Mu Jin Huan’s eyes were indifferent as he glanced at the door that had just closed, his handsome brows furrowed. He took long strides and went upstairs.

After opening the bedroom door, the orange light was soft, the heater set to the most comfortable temperature, and the room was quiet.

The first thing that entered his sight was the suitcase placed by the window, spread open on the carpet, neatly packed with his clothes.

And then, it was the person curling up into a small ball under the covers, her black long hair spread like seaweed.

He took long strides and walked closer.

Fine beads of sweat were on her forehead, her beautiful brows were tightly furrowed, fingers clutching the duvet tightly, and there was an unease on her small face that only appeared in sleep.

Mu Jin Huan stood by the bed, and his deep black eyes seemed to be soaked in warm water. His chiseled handsome face was gentle at this moment.

He took off his suit and placed it at the foot of the bed, leaned down, and his large hand caressed the woman’s cheek.

In her ears were angry, harsh curses. Wherever she went, those unfamiliar faces followed like ghosts hovering around her ears.

"Nan Wan, you’re a curse. Your birth turned what was originally a happy family into chaos."

"You were born cursed, an ill-omened person. You bought Nan Feng’s travel ticket, that’s why she ended up with no remains left."

"Nan Ze got into an accident on the way back from taking you to the hospital. You saved a gambling and cheating man, but could only watch helplessly as your brother lay immobile on the hospital bed."

"Even your own flesh and blood mother you could disregard. How do you have the face to live in this world?"

"Nan Wan, just die!"

...

After a blood-red flow, there was a darkness so thick it almost suffocated her.

Faceless figures floated messily, she covered her ears, closed her eyes, turning in the boundless swamp, unable to walk out.

In the haze, seemingly, a familiar voice called her name.

Nan Wan, Nan Wan...

In the darkness, there seemed to be a pair of hands reaching out to her.

The moment she opened her eyes, the blood-red and darkness disappeared, leaving only the room lit by a lamp.

Nan Wan’s vision was somewhat blurry, unable to tell if this was reality or if she had entered another dream.

The overlapping images in front of her slowly merged into one.

In those deep eyes, it was all her reflection.

After staring at each other for a long time, she finally recovered from the trance-like chaos of the nightmare, her voice hoarse as if squeezed out from her throat, "When did you come back..."

Mu Jin Huan’s brows remained furrowed. The calloused fingers wiped the sweat off her forehead, his voice low, "Had a nightmare?"

Nan Wan pulled down the man’s hand, then propped her elbow on the bed and sat up.

It was a bit hot under the covers. She tucked her legs up, resting her chin on her knees.

Her long hair fell in front of her, the palm covering her cheek, her throat still dry, "No, I didn’t."

Mu Jin Huan’s black eyes were deep and unfathomable, his thin lips pressed into a straight line, his handsome face inscrutable, without any extra expression.

Her rejection was not obvious, yet it was there.

Standing up, his tall and majestic shadow was broken in the corner of the wall, making the room even more silent.

Nan Wan’s heavy breathing gradually calmed down. She pulled away the duvet and got out of bed from the other side, "It’s very late, you should shower first, it’s a bit stuffy. I’ll get some air on the balcony."

Just as she gripped the doorknob, a faint voice sounded from behind her, "In sub-zero temperatures, you’re just going out like this?"

No need to discern carefully, one could tell he was displeased.

She looked down at herself, wearing a thin pajama. Casually, she picked up the coat hanging on the rack and draped it over her shoulders, turning back with a low chuckle, "I’ll just be out for five minutes, it’s okay."

Mu Jin Huan raised his hand to pull down his tie, his clearly defined fingers unbuttoning the shirt cuffs. He took long strides, poured a glass of water, and walked up to Nan Wan.

"It’s cold outside, you just woke up, if you go out, you’ll catch cold," pulling her arm, placing the cup in her hand, "I’ll sleep in the next spare room."

The warmth seeped through the cup wall onto her skin. Nan Wan raised her head to meet the man’s gaze, a faint smile on her lips, "I’m not avoiding you, just feeling a bit stuffy."

He just quietly looked at her, the emotions in his black eyes too cryptic for her to understand or see through.

On the floor, their shadows intersected and overlapped before separating again.

Only when the door closed did she finally pull herself out of that daze.

Holding the warm cup in both hands, she brought it to her lips, like finding an oasis in a desert, quenching her parched throat.

After drinking half the glass, she placed it on the table.

Putting the coat back on the rack, she walked to the bed and fell into the soft duvet.

Closing her eyes, she recalled what he said before leaving the bedroom, "Nan Wan, I’ll give you enough time."

A strange feeling emerged in her heart, as if growing roots and shoots at an incredible speed, it was unfamiliar, yet irresistible.

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When Nan Wan woke from sleep again, it was just dawning.

After washing up, she opened the bedroom door and took a step out, just in time to meet Mu Jin Huan coming out from the side bedroom.

Their eyes met, a bit of awkwardness...

Because she was next to him the night before, he probably hadn’t slept well. Last night, he came back very late. Even if he slept right after bathing, waking so early, he definitely didn’t get enough sleep.

He was not in a suit but wore well-fitted loungewear. His handsome face showed no sign of fatigue, his short hair slightly tousled.

This casual appearance gave off an unexpected sense of walking hormones.

She averted her eyes and asked, "How many days will you be on a business trip? Will four outfits be enough?"

Mu Jin Huan closed the side bedroom door, his handsome face expressionless, his morning voice hoarse, "Two days, it’s enough."

Nan Wan nodded slightly.

The two went down the stairs one after the other.

Zhao Ying was setting the tableware, and upon hearing the sounds, she hurried to the living room, "Sir, Miss Nan, breakfast is ready."

The man’s gaze did not shift toward her, he just responded faintly.

Zhao Ying pressed her lips together, seeing Nan Wan walk down the stairs, she quickly spoke, "Miss Nan, I just wiped the floor, it might be a bit slippery, please be careful when walking."

Every aspect was courteous and respectful.

Nan Wan paused for a moment, then spoke with a gentle smile, "Thank you."

During breakfast, Aunt Zhou was tidying up in the kitchen, leaving Zhao Ying in the dining room.

She didn’t show the slightest unfamiliarity throughout, behaving appropriately, speaking little, quietly standing to the side, stepping forward only when necessary to refill tea or hand over tissues.

Her gaze fell to the floor, speculating silently.

Miss Nan was pregnant, and Mr. Mu seemed not to care much...

Moreover, there was not much communication between the two, in that half an hour, they said only a few words, let alone any affectionate whispers—she had never witnessed such.