Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love
Chapter 112. Mrs. Mu, are you... acting spoiled?

Chapter 112: 112. Mrs. Mu, are you... acting spoiled?

Jiashu should be on winter break too.

If he asks: Why hasn’t dad come back yet?

At that time, what should Shen Zhimei say...

Qin Zhenzhen noticed that Doctor Nan seemed to have gone offline, pouted, and waved her hand in front of her, "Doctor Nan, what are you thinking about? So lost in thought, I’ve called you several times."

Nan Wan snapped back, leaned her body against the back of the chair, and gently pressed her fingertips to her temple, speaking softly, "Zhenzhen, I want to rest for a while."

Qin Zhenzhen awkwardly withdrew her hand from the air, parted her lips, wanted to speak but hesitated, and in the end, only said, "Alright, then I’ll head out first."

Nan Wan heard the disappointment in her voice, but the wedding date wasn’t something she could decide; she couldn’t tell her the exact day.

Standing up from the chair, she raised her hand to rub Qin Zhenzhen’s short hair near her ears, a gentle smile on her face, "I don’t mean you’re bothering me; I’m just a little tired from not sleeping well. Don’t be mad, I’ll write your invitation myself when the time comes, alright?"

The light in Qin Zhenzhen’s eyes lit up again, "Really?"

"Of course it’s true," Nan Wan pressed Qin Zhenzhen’s shoulders, turning her body around, "And help me close the door on your way out."

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North Shore Villa.

Zhao Ying avoided Aunt Zhou, returned to her room with her phone, and dialed a number.

After the call connected, she spoke cautiously, "Madam, it seems like Mr. Mu and Miss Nan are not sharing a room."

Cheng Shihong fed the birds as she spoke, "If it’s true it is, if it’s not it isn’t. The word ’seems’ is something I don’t want to hear a second time."

Her voice wasn’t heavy, but it felt unquestionable.

Zhao Ying straightened up, "When I was cleaning the room, I found that Mr. Mu slept in the guest room last night."

Cheng Shihong paused her movement of teasing the bird for a second, with a bit more appreciation in her eyes.

Now that’s a child who knows their place.

The early stages of pregnancy are the most dangerous. Young people’s hormones can make it hard to resist temptation.

Sleeping in separate rooms can prevent mishaps.

"In the future, you don’t need to report such small matters to me."

Zhao Ying sat on the bed, lowered her head, and after responding with a ’yes,’ she said a bit deflated, "Madam, Mr. Mu hasn’t looked at me once from the beginning to the end. I’m afraid..."

Cheng Shihong walked into the house with an elegant smile, "Standing in front of you is a stunning beauty; my son isn’t blind, why would he spare extra glances for you?"

Zhao Ying felt indignant but didn’t dare to argue, "Then why did you..."

Cheng Shihong sat in front of the vanity, looking at her reflection, noticing a few more wrinkles and looser skin.

A person must accept aging; no wonder she no longer had the energy to manage the company matters.

"The hostess is pregnant, so there will be plenty of chances in the future. If you don’t have the ability, don’t blame me for being unsympathetic."

Zhao Ying quickly replied, "Don’t worry, Madam, I will definitely do what you entrusted me to do."

Cheng Shihong laughed, "Did I entrust you with anything?"

"No, no, it’s all my initiative; it has nothing to do with you."

Aunt Zhou finished washing the bedsheets and couldn’t manage on her own, so she went to call Zhao Ying for help.

After calling several times, Zhao Ying finally walked over slowly to help hang out the sheets.

Aunt Zhou noticed her expression wasn’t right, and out of concern, asked, "Xiao Zhao, you don’t look well, are you feeling sick?"

"No, I’m just a bit sleepy."

Aunt Zhou was relieved and imparted some wisdom from experience, "In a household like this, you can’t slack off. Although the gentleman and lady are very gentle, we must know our place."

Zhao Ying felt annoyed but still responded obediently, "Yes, I understand."

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Nan Wan had barely rested her head on the desk for ten minutes when her phone vibrated loudly, startlingly.

The string of numbers flashing on the screen was one she had seen only once but had memorized fully.

As her vision gradually cleared, an unusual feeling arose in her heart.

Picking up the teacup, she took a sip of water before answering, "Have you arrived?"

The man’s low and pleasant voice came from the phone to her ear, "Yeah, just landed."

After asking that perfunctory question, Nan Wan didn’t know what else to say; she had no experience in such matters.

On the first day of their marriage, he went on a business trip, avoiding the awkwardness of face-to-face interaction, but the unfamiliarity between them didn’t lessen.

There was a cacophony on the other end of the line; neither she nor he spoke.

So there was a long stretch of comfortable silence.

She could clearly hear his secretary reporting the work schedule and... his footsteps.

It seemed he walked to a quiet place where the noise couldn’t be heard. His deep voice came again, "If you can’t sleep at night, you can watch some movies in the study. There are many types, you should find something you like."

Nan Wan gave a soft response, stood up, walked to the window, and looked outside, "Tomorrow, when will you come back?"

On the other end of the line, Mu Jin Huan got in the car, a smile on his thin lips, his voice intimate like a lover’s, "Do you miss me?"

Sitting in the front passenger seat, Secretary Tang glanced at the rearview mirror and then exchanged a look with the driver next to him.

The look in their eyes agreed: pretend to see nothing, pretend to hear nothing.

Upon hearing those words, Nan Wan’s hand trembled while opening the window, accidentally knocking over a vase on the windowsill.

The glass vase fell to the floor, shattering with a crisp sound, flowers and branches scattering, and the water from the vase seeping through the cracks.

A mess.

The sound was loud enough to be heard on the other end of the phone.

Mu Jin Huan’s eyes tightened, "What happened?"

Nan Wan closed her eyes, moving her long hair behind her shoulders, crouched down to pick up the scattered flower branches on the floor, speaking in a muffled voice, "An intern tried to bribe me with a vase, and it just met its end at my hands, all thanks to you."

If Zhenzhen knew, her ears would blister once again.

Hearing her soft tone, Mu Jin Huan’s usually calm face showed a hint of surprise.

Mrs. Mu, is she... acting spoiled?

He’s seen the drunken, blurry-eyed Nan Wan, the cold and distant Nan Wan, the gentle and charming Nan Wan in the Mu family, and the seductive Nan Wan emerging from the bath...

But he had never seen her like this.

Even if she wasn’t right in front of him, he could seemingly imagine her crouching on the floor, hugging her knees with one hand, pouting in displeasure at the flower petals on the ground.

Like a kitten pawing at his heart, it tickled but couldn’t be stopped.

Leaning back in the rear seat, half-closing his dark eyes, his voice was a lazy, low drawl, "I just said two words, how is it all my fault?"