Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love
Chapter 121 - 115. He wants her to be sober, sober enough to say she is willing.

Chapter 121: 115. He wants her to be sober, sober enough to say she is willing.

Nan Wan pressed her lips together, her head feeling heavy, and her thoughts lagging behind her words, "Um, I forgot to tell you..."

Barton refused to be ignored, rubbing back and forth against Nan Wan’s legs, "Woof... woof..."

Nan Wan pulled away the man’s hand resting on her waist, reaching out to soothe the injured golden retriever, "Apart from Barton, I have nothing to move. If you don’t like him, I’ll send him back tomorrow."

Mu Jin Huan was quite satisfied with her bringing nothing, as he had already prepared clothes and daily necessities for her.

Only by discarding the past can a new life begin.

Taking off his suit and hanging it on the coat rack, his eyes remained calm, "I don’t dislike him, let him stay."

Nan Wan crouched down, stroking Barton’s head, and softly said, "Thank you."

The golden retriever circled around Mu Jin Huan’s feet a few times before tactfully leaving the bedroom.

Nan Wan was somewhat puzzled: Barton was usually not very polite to strangers, why was he behaving so unusually today?

This man... can he charm both people and dogs?

After closing the door, Mu Jin Huan turned around, his gaze intensely fixed on her delicate face, his voice carried a smile, "Mrs. Mu owes me so many thanks, how do you plan to repay?"

Despite only a few steps separating them, he deliberately slowed his pace, each step taken very leisurely.

"I have no money," Nan Wan stood by the bed, not retreating,

The phone in his suit pants pocket vibrated, but Mu Jin Huan’s deep eyes showed no disturbance.

His hand rose to gently pinch her cheek, the curve of his thin lips deepening, his voice hoarse, "It could be, but I can’t bear to touch meat soaked in alcohol."

Their bodies were extremely close, Nan Wan could distinctly feel the man’s change, "I’ll go take a shower."

Circumventing him, she headed towards the bathroom.

After closing the door, she leaned against it, a helpless smile appearing on her lips.

In such matters, he was still just as forceful and overbearing.

She thought that liquid courage would make her bold, but he easily saw through her.

He wanted her to be sober, to say she was willing, clearly.

From the bathroom came the sound of water trickling, Mu Jin Huan took out his phone and answered it.

Liu An was about to have a runny nose from the cold, holding a cup of hot coffee, still shivering, "President Mu, I’m all set. When do we begin?"

Mu Jin Huan’s gaze rested on the frosted glass, his dark eyes holding a gentleness that was difficult for others to understand.

His thin lips slightly parted, "In fifty minutes."

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Nan Wan stayed in the bathroom for about forty minutes. After opening the door, she saw the same scene as that night at the hotel, just in a different location.

Opening the wardrobe door, she found one of his pajamas hanging on her arm, then walked over to him, speaking softly, "You go shower, I’ll dry my hair."

Mu Jin Huan gazed into her clear eyes, rising after a few seconds and taking the pajamas she handed over, his voice low and deep, "Drink the sobering tea on the table."

Nan Wan looked in the direction he pointed, spotting a milk-white cup on the table near the floor-to-ceiling window, still steaming.

Why place it so far away?

Logically, shouldn’t it be on the side closer to the door?

Without giving it much thought, she plugged in the hairdryer, responding in a low voice, "Okay."

Before entering the bathroom, Mu Jin Huan added, "While it’s hot."

Nan Wan didn’t take it seriously, thinking to dry her hair first but still responded, "Sure."

After drying for about ten minutes, her hair was half-dry, and she turned off the hairdryer.

The material of the floor-to-ceiling window was soundproof, and the room was silent except for the sound of water from the bathroom.

The sobering tea was still warm, Nan Wan drank most of it, then walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, ready to pull the curtains.

However, as she held the curtains, colorful fireworks exploded in the dark night sky. She couldn’t hear any sound, but she could see the dazzling lights.

The blooming fireworks were of various forms and colors, like a meteor shower falling from the sky, illuminating the night.

Nan Wan didn’t know how long the firework display lasted. What brought her back to reality was a sudden cooling sensation on her neck.

Instinctively looking down, she saw a necklace, with a pendant of a red gemstone reflecting light under the lamp.

After securing the necklace, Mu Jin Huan gently turned her body by pressing on her shoulders.

One hand on her slender waist, the other reaching for the delicate pendant, his voice low and husky, "I happened to see it and thought, Mrs. Mu would look beautiful wearing it."

The bean-shaped pendant rested just on the collarbone, accentuating her fair skin.

Nan Wan looked up, meeting the man’s gaze, and asked with a gentle smile, "Is it a birthday gift? But it’s already past midnight."

Mu Jin Huan’s low laughter emerged from his throat, his head lowered, his soft lips brushing against her cherry-red lips, murmuring, "Not late, not at all."

With a sudden whirl, her body fell into the bed again, but this time, it was a gentle force.

Seeing this scene at a young age, Nan Wan clearly knew what was about to happen, yet it was unfamiliar.

However, seeing it and experiencing it couldn’t feel the same, could they?

Her fingers tightly clinched the sheets beneath her, "Could you... turn off the lights..."

The man’s deep voice spilled between their connected lips, "No."

Nan Wan wanted to speak again, but before she could, her lips were sealed.

The man’s body was feverishly hot, his hands seemingly magical, stirring all her senses, and those uncontrollable reactions frightened her somewhat.

Her body instinctively recoiled, but was pulled back in the next instant.

The man’s hand found hers, fingers weaving through hers, intertwining tightly.

It was ambiguous, but also irresistible.

The onset of pain made her hands suddenly grip tighter on the man’s shoulders, changing tone as it passed.

Her vision gradually blurred.

In her daze, she seemed to hear his low voice in her ear, "Nan Wan, you damn liar."

The previously uncontrolled actions turned much gentler.

Nan Wan bit her lip with fine white teeth, her breath unsteady as she asked, "I... what did I lie... to you about..."