Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love
Chapter 110. Mrs. Mu, are you complaining that I don’t feel sorry for you?

Chapter 110: 110. Mrs. Mu, are you complaining that I don’t feel sorry for you?

"Miss Nan, you’ve eaten so little. Is it because my breakfast doesn’t suit your taste?"

Nan Wan heard this, looked up at her, and said lightly, "No, it’s fine."

"Pregnancy is hard enough. If you don’t get enough nutrition, your body will surely suffer, and Mr. Mu will be heartbroken."

Nan Wan propped her elbow on the table, resting her chin in her palm, and turned her gaze to the person sitting opposite, smiling slightly, "Is that so?"

The rising tone in her voice added a touch of playfulness.

Mu Jin Huan put down his teacup, stood up, and walked over to the woman with his long strides.

He raised his hand to fix her loose hair, and without pulling away, gently stroked her delicate skin with his fingertips. His thin lips curved into a faint smile, "Mrs. Mu, are you complaining that I don’t care enough about you?"

His deep, pleasant voice and intimate actions created an atmosphere of lingering ambiguity.

Zhao Ying, watching from the side, was momentarily entranced. When she finally realized what was happening, she quickly lowered her head, no longer looking.

Mrs. Mu...

Although neither of them seemed to notice her presence, she always felt that Mr. Mu was warning her by calling Miss Nan that.

Her hands clenched tighter and tighter in front of her.

The kitchen door was open, so Aunt Zhou also heard what was said and understood its implications.

She couldn’t help but feel more favorable towards this Young Madam.

She and Zhao Ying had addressed her as ’Miss Nan’ so many times without a hint of displeasure, always maintaining that gentle demeanor.

Even when Zhao Ying accidentally knocked over her phone last night, cracking the screen, there was no rebuke.

Last night, she had thought that this Miss Nan might be putting on an act of being a good daughter-in-law because she was sent by Madam Mu and feared they would speak ill of her.

But now, it seemed she had overthought it.

Nan Wan felt a little ticklish on the skin next to her ear, pulling down the man’s arm, and leaned back with a laugh, "No, I’m just kidding."

Mu Jin Huan straightened up, holding the woman’s soft, boneless hand in his palm with a gentle force, "I’ll be away for a couple of days. If anyone from the Mu Family comes looking for you, just turn them away."

Nan Wan nodded, "Okay, I understand."

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After Mu Jin Huan finished changing, Nan Wan saw him out the door.

The leftover snow from yesterday had completely melted.

There was no sun, just overcast skies, and compared to the usual fierce wind, today’s was quite gentle.

After Liu An put the luggage in the trunk, he walked over and handed the car keys to President Mu, then tactfully stepped back.

Aunt Zhou, standing at the door, said kindly, "Sir, don’t worry, Xiao Zhao and I will take good care of Madam."

After saying this, she pulled Zhao Ying beside her back inside.

Nan Wan felt she should say something, but when she opened her mouth, all that came out was, "Drive safely."

Mu Jin Huan stopped in his tracks, his gaze like a torch on the woman’s face, his handsome face gently curved, "It’s cold out, wear more when you go to work."

Nan Wan nodded, "Yes, it’s getting late. Don’t miss your flight."

Liu An watched the car’s rear disappear around the corner before walking to Nan Wan’s side, asking respectfully, "Madam, should we leave now?"

Nan Wan withdrew her gaze, raised her hand to wrap her arms, "Please wait for me a moment."

"Alright."

When Nan Wan re-entered the house, she didn’t look at the two people standing in the living room but went straight upstairs.

After she packed up, she came downstairs with her bag.

At the entrance, as she changed her shoes and was about to open the door, Aunt Zhou hesitantly spoke, "Madam, I’m sorry, Zhao Ying and I didn’t know you and the sir had already registered, so we..."

Then she pulled Zhao Ying’s sleeve, gesturing with her eyes.

Zhao Ying pursed her lips, took a step forward, "Madam, I’m sorry."

Only she knew how much effort it took to say those two words.

Nan Wan turned back, her expression as usual, "It’s okay. I’m going to work, and I won’t be back for lunch or dinner."

After all, it’s just a title, no need to take it to heart.

Aunt Zhou breathed a sigh of relief, "Alright, please be safe on your way, Madam."

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Liu An glanced at the left side mirror for the sixth time before speaking, "Madam, it seems a car is following us."

He’d noticed it fifteen minutes ago; the black sports car had been trailing him closely.

The license plate looked familiar, but he couldn’t be sure.

Nan Wan leaned against the car window, massaging her temple, and said mildly, "Ignore it. Just drive."

Liu An replied affirmatively.

Since Mrs. Mu said so, he couldn’t make decisions on his own, so he pretended not to see the car following them.

After driving for a few more minutes, he noticed Mrs. Mu still leaning against the car window with her eyes closed, seemingly very tired.

He tentatively asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"

"Just didn’t sleep well."

"Oh, that’s good. I thought you looked a bit pale and was worried..."

However, before he could finish, a lazy voice interrupted, "It’s too loud."

Liu An’s mouth twitched.

As they say, ’Birds of a feather flock together.’

This well-known third Miss of the Nan Family in Qing City, it turns out she’s just as cunning as President Mu.

With two high-caliber people like this becoming husband and wife, it seems like their married life won’t be peaceful. Who knows which of them will outdo the other?

Life is long, and the future’s direction is uncertain.

Let’s just take it one step at a time and see.

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The car stopped in front of the hospital.

Liu An got out, walked around to the back seat, and opened the car door, "Madam, what time should I come to pick you up from work?"

Nan Wan picked up the bag beside her, "I might work late, so you don’t need to pick me up."

Liu An felt a bit troubled hearing this, scratched his head after closing the car door, "President Mu instructed that no matter how late it is, I must personally bring you back to the North Shore Villa."

Nan Wan looked up, her gaze teasing as she glanced at him, "Is he having you monitor me?"

Liu An’s heart skipped a beat, sensing trouble, no wonder his eyelid had been twitching earlier.

Oh no, he spoke without thinking!

Forcing a dry laugh, he tried to amend his words, "Madam, you’ve misunderstood. President Mu is just concerned about your safety taking a cab late at night, so he asked me to stay."

His eyes were sincere: Madam, you can misunderstand me, but please don’t let President Mu take the fall!

"Is that so," Nan Wan smiled faintly, her voice light, "Then wait for me here at nine tonight."

Liu An quickly replied, "Alright, alright, I won’t be a second late."

Then he got back into the car, and before starting the engine, glanced at the man standing by the dead tree.

So, the person who’d been following them was the current CEO of the Nan Family.

Shaking his head, he sighed inwardly: Ah, that awkward sibling relationship must be hard for Madam to handle.

Pretending he saw nothing, he merged into the traffic.