Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love
Chapter 115: Doctor Nan is celebrating their birthday today; what, you didn’t know about this? _2

Chapter 115: Doctor Nan is celebrating their birthday today; what, you didn’t know about this? _2

Such sarcastic remarks, Nan Wan seemed not to hear them, and walked straight past Jiang Xiaoman and up the stairs.

Jiang Xiaoman let out a cold snort and pretended to go to the living room to drink tea.

Watching Nan Wan enter the study, she quietly followed, pressing her ear to the door for a long time, but heard no sound at all.

Frustrated, she stomped her foot and returned to the bedroom.

...

Nan Chengzhi took off his glasses, put the book in his hand back on the shelf, and smiled, "Wanwan is back, have you eaten?"

Nan Wan sat down on the sofa, her back very straight, her posture elegant as it had been cultivated since childhood, her voice light, "Dad seems to be in a good mood these days, you look much younger."

Upon hearing this, Nan Chengzhi’s action of organizing books paused for a second but quickly returned to normal, speaking frankly, "Compared to the Su Family, the Mu Family is indeed better."

Those two from the Mu Family called yesterday, and they didn’t mind us reaching too high; they even said that both families should decide the wedding date together.

Everyone knew that in the previous Mu Corporation, Cheng Shihong was the one truly holding power, her tactics in the business world were not inferior to any man’s.

Unyielding and shrewd, a typical strong woman.

Now retired, living a peaceful life at home, she has become much more amicable, which surprised him.

Nan Wan’s posture didn’t change, her eyes slightly downcast, her gaze on the carpet’s pattern, a faint smile on her lips, without responding.

After arranging the bookshelf, Nan Chengzhi turned around, walked to the sofa, and sat down.

He looked at the hand his daughter placed on her lap, hesitated for a few seconds, but still placed his palm over it, lightly patting the back of her hand.

A gesture so ordinary it could only be described as ordinary, yet he was very unfamiliar with it, very awkward.

In his memory, he seemed never to have held this daughter.

His voice was kindly hoarse, "Child, why didn’t you tell Dad when you got pregnant?"

Upon hearing this, Nan Wan’s previously somewhat unfocused gaze gradually found its target.

The left side of the sofa sank deeply, pulling her position down with it.

The skin on the back of her hand felt his palm for only a short time, but she could clearly feel the dry, rough texture.

So, the reason his attitude changed so much is because she has this ’Amulet’...

Does he also think that without this ’child’, she wouldn’t enter the Mu Family’s door, and the Nan Family wouldn’t gain such a big benefit?

"I came back today to ask Dad for something."

Nan Chengzhi thought for a few seconds, then asked, "What is it?"

Nan Wan smiled gently, her voice very soft, "The jade pendant you gave Mom when you got engaged, I remember, seems Auntie kept it."

Hearing this, Nan Chengzhi’s gaze was stunned, as if he was punched hard, with his organs all suffering damage.

The fragments he thought were forgotten flashed scene by scene in his mind, without pause.

Old headaches flared up, and everything before his eyes began to spin.

His expression pained, he slowly stood, walked to the desk, rummaged through a drawer for a medicine bottle, trembled as he poured out two pills, swallowed them dry.

The bitterness lingered in his mouth long after forcing the pills down.

Nan Wan initially just watched, her mild eyes without a ripple, as if she were an unrelated outsider.

But in the end, she still handed the tea cup from the coffee table to Nan Chengzhi.

That weathered face seemed to age several years in these few short minutes.

Nan Chengzhi took it, drank several gulps, then braced his palm on the table, eyes closed, breathing heavily.

After a long while, when the unbearable pain eased, he finally spoke with difficulty, "Wait here for a while, Dad will get it for you."

Nan Wan watched his staggering steps, his slow movements like he could fall at any moment, and asked, "How long has it been?"

Nan Chengzhi grasped the door handle, his voice hoarse, "Old problem, it’s nothing."

He walked out of the study.

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When Nan Chengzhi entered the bedroom, Jiang Xiaoman was watching a Korean drama on a tablet, with sliced fruit prepared by the servant beside her.

"Where did you put that jade pendant?"

Jiang Xiaoman had been engrossed in the passionate love story, but upon hearing this, she instantly lost interest in watching.

She exited the playback interface, tossed the tablet aside, her eyes evasive, "What jade pendant, I don’t know, don’t ask me."

As she spoke, she slid under the covers.