Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love
Chapter 113. Miss Nan’s infamy spreads everywhere.

Chapter 113: 113. Miss Nan’s infamy spreads everywhere.

After picking up the flowers, Nan Wan reached for the glass shards on the ground without thinking.

The moment she touched them, a sharp pain shot through her fingertips, and bright red blood oozed out, stark against her pale skin.

She retracted her hand, eyes landing on the blood droplets seeping from her fingertips, the slight pain reminding her of what she had just done.

She closed her eyes briefly, wondering if she had lost her mind.

"I was just talking nonsense."

Mu Jin Huan’s dark eyes, which had been lightly resting, opened.

The voice on the phone returned to its original tone, the charming words disappearing without a trace, as if it was just his imagination.

The smile between his eyebrows faded, leaving the contours of his handsome face cold and defined, his dark eyes deep as an abyss, "Is there nothing you want to ask?"

The heavy tone in his voice was profoundly cryptic to the ear.

Nan Wan stood up, clamping the phone between her shoulder and ear, and opened a drawer to find a band-aid, smiling lightly, "You’re coming back tomorrow; what do I need to ask?"

Mu Jin Huan’s slender fingers slowly tapped on his knee, a cold sneer spilling from his eyes, "Indeed, there’s no need."

The temperature in the car suddenly dropped, and Secretary Tang shivered, seeing only President Mu’s tightly clenched jaw in the rearview mirror.

Secretly thinking, perhaps Madam did it on purpose?

President Mu hinted so clearly, asking whether the client was male or female wouldn’t cost a hair.

A low sound came from the backseat, like something being thrown onto the seat.

Secretary Tang guessed it was probably the phone... or something.

Sitting in the passenger seat, he remained motionless, trying to minimize his presence.

"Beep... beep... beep..."

The busy tone that suddenly rang out from the phone halted Nan Wan’s action of applying the band-aid, her teeth still biting the just-torn-off strip.

Did she... say something wrong?

She pondered it over carefully but couldn’t find anything amiss.

"Knock knock..."

A knock sounded at the door, "Nan Wan, I’m coming in."

It seemed more of a gesture as if there was no patience to wait for her response.

When Shen Zhimei pushed the door open, the first thing she saw was the mess all over the floor, followed by Nan Wan in a highly awkward position.

She blinked and joked with a laugh, "Tsk tsk tsk, it’s only been two days, and already fans of Mr. Mu are causing you trouble?"

Nan Wan shot her an annoyed glance, finished applying the half-stuck band-aid, placed the phone from her shoulder back onto the desk, and then removed the sticker from her mouth.

Not wanting to talk to her, she got up and started cleaning up the glass shards and water stains on the floor.

Shen Zhimei initially intended to joke, but now it seemed like it might really be true.

She stepped to the center of the office, wearing a look of disbelief, tentatively asking, "Really?"

Mr. Mu...

After sweeping the shards into the trash can, Nan Wan turned and looked at her with a somewhat sarcastic smile, "Mrs. Nan, isn’t your idol my third brother? So now, since he can’t hear or see, you’re recklessly letting yourself go?"

Her words hit both their hearts.

Sometimes Nan Wan, sometimes Shen Zhimei, would say such things without intentionally bringing it up or choosing not to say it for the other’s sake.

Everything was natural, just like before.

Everyone hurts, but for them, knowing pain means they’re still alive.

Sipping and savoring it like a drink.

Shen Zhimei, as always, didn’t mind at all, sat down in Nan Wan’s office chair, and with her toes to the ground, she exerted some force, making the soft chair start to spin.

"The young girls in the hospital all call him that."

After the floor was clean again, Nan Wan took a wet tissue to wipe her hands, feeling perplexed, "How come I didn’t know?"

Shen Zhimei burst into laughter, planting her feet to stop the spinning chair, "Miss Nan has a notorious reputation; who dares to call him that in front of you?"

Nan Wan leaned against the desk, with her long legs crossed, tossed the used tissue into the trash can behind the door, a bright smile spreading across her face, "Thank you for the compliment."

Shen Zhimei also laughed, "You’re welcome."

The frustration that had clogged Nan Wan’s chest remained, an inexplicable irritability, and she retracted her playful expression, "State your business, or get lost."

Shen Zhimei glanced at her band-aid-wrapped finger but didn’t ask further, getting to the point, "Jiashu will soon be on winter break. I’ve talked to Dad, can you help take care of him for a few days?"

Nan Wan looked up, expressionless, "Mrs. Nan, planning to abandon husband and child to enjoy freedom?"

Shen Zhimei sensed something off about her but couldn’t pinpoint it, "What’s going on, why are you acting like you’ve eaten firecrackers?"

She leaned forward to inspect but was quickly pushed back into the swivel chair, evading eye contact with a peculiar look...

"Fine, fine, I’ll take care of him, okay?" Nan Wan pursed her lips, her fingers unnaturally smoothing her hair.

Before, when she lived alone, it was fine for a few days, but now it’s different.

What if he doesn’t like kids...

Even if he doesn’t like them, he shouldn’t be too averse, right? After all, he’s pretty gentle with Qingqing.

Shen Zhimei didn’t push too far, moving on after the joke, "Then it’s settled. I’ll bring Jiashu over when it’s time."

Nan Wan nodded, her expression back to normal, casually asking, "Where are you going?"

"Mu Jinqian said there’s a renowned expert in the United States who successfully treated cases like my third brother’s before."

Upon hearing this, Nan Wan’s heart surged with waves of emotion, her previously unfocused gaze gathering on that gentle and beautiful face.

Wanting to say a lot, but when the words came to her mouth, it boiled down to, "I’ll go with you."

Shen Zhimei stood up, pressing one hand against her neck, raising the other high to stretch, "Forget it, there’s a pile of mess waiting for you, I can handle it myself."

"Take care."

"Don’t worry, I won’t let anything happen to me before my third brother wakes up."

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Nan Wan left the office at 8:50.

When the elevator opened, spotting the person inside, she walked in with her usual calm demeanor.

Gao Hui glared at her as if she didn’t exist, her hatred simmering, "Nan Wan, are you feeling smug now?"

Completely ignored.

Gao Hui stared at the back two steps ahead, letting out a cold laugh.

Then she recalled something, her face twisted with a sarcastic smile, arms crossed over her chest, talking to herself, "Today, a patient came to our department, extremely beautiful, with a particularly lovely voice, and Director Mu personally attended to them, looking very familiar."

Apart from those inconvenient legs, there wasn’t a single flaw.

She created an air of mystery, "Do you know, whose name did she write in the family member column?"