Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love
Chapter 127 - 117. Imagined a 10,000-word story of a domineering CEO’s tragic love tale._2

Chapter 127: 117. Imagined a 10,000-word story of a domineering CEO’s tragic love tale._2

The man’s voice shifted from warm to cold in a matter of seconds.

Nan Wan’s gaze fell on the barren tree branches outside the floor-to-ceiling window. With one-quarter Russian-Chinese mixed blood, her exquisite features had the aura of a noble ice beauty when she didn’t smile.

His arm pressed down on her hair, making it hard for her to move. Fortunately, the position was comfortable and not too awkward. "6 PM at Yuelai Restaurant, don’t be late."

Mu Jin Huan withdrew his arm, stood up, and lightly uttered a syllable, "Hmm."

He then walked out of the master bedroom with long strides to the dressing room to change clothes.

Nan Wan’s gaze was fixed outside the window until Barton bit the magazine on the floor and placed it on her lap, snapping her out of it.

Gently pinching the golden retriever’s face, her eyes unfocused, she murmured softly, "What do you think Mr. Mu means by this...?"

Barton: "Woof... Woof..."

"Didn’t we already reach a consensus long ago? Why can’t I understand his inexplicable emotions now?"

Barton: "Woof... Woof..."

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After Liu An finished the last cigarette, he paced back and forth in the hotel hallway; the staff nearby exchanged glances, unsure of what to do.

Sometimes Liu An pressed against the door, listening to the noises inside, other times he took out his phone to check the time on the screen, repeating these actions over and over.

Only when he saw Mu Jin Huan come out of the elevator did he breathe a sigh of relief and hurriedly went up to him, "President Mu, Miss Yu has been crying inside for a long time. She won’t let us in, and I didn’t dare to force my way."

Mu Jin Huan, in a well-fitted suit and black coat without a speck of dust, trod in shiny black shoes on the floor, making a consistent sound.

His resolute jaw was tightly set, and his voice was indifferent, "Give me the room card, you all can leave now."

Liu An glanced at the tightly closed door and lowered his voice, "President Mu, be careful when you go in; Miss Yu, she’s..."

The words "out of her senses" hadn’t even been spoken when a voice, seemingly soaked in ice, cut him off, "Go downstairs."

Liu An bowed, "Yes."

He quickly signaled to the staff standing nearby, handed the key to Mu Jin Huan, and respectfully vacated the floor.

After the sound of chaotic footsteps faded, Mu Jin Huan approached the door lock with the room card.

"Beep..."

The sound of the door lock opening immediately startled the person inside, "Get out!"

The voice was sharp, trembling.

Next, there was the sound of something heavy hitting the door and then falling to the ground.

Mu Jin Huan’s dark eyes suddenly tightened, his hand on the door handle remained steady as he pushed open a slight gap, "Qinglu, it’s me."

Hearing the familiar voice, Yu Qinglu immediately got off the bed without thinking; her legs hadn’t fully recovered, unable to support her body weight, causing her to fall to the ground.

"Ah!"

Mu Jin Huan hesitated no longer, pushed open the door, the heating was off, and the temperature was damp and cold with a mess on the floor.

The lights were off, and the thick curtains blocked the outside light, making the room dim.

Pillows, glass shards, books, clothes... They were scattered everywhere.

He strode to the bedside, bent down, and hugged the person on the floor, his handsome face taut, "Where are you hurt?"

The feeling of being airborne disappeared, and as her body landed back on the bed, Yu Qinglu still clung to the man’s neck, shook her head, her voice laden with heavy nasal tones, "Mu Huan, why did it take you so long? I was scared..."

Mu Jin Huan knelt on one knee by the bedside, his upper body hunched low, reached from the bedside to grab a pillow, tucked it behind her back, "Got stuck in traffic."

After finishing, he gripped her wrist, intending to peel her arms from his shoulders, instead, he was hugged even tighter.

Yu Qinglu’s eyes were vacant, her expression dazed, her low sobs in the dim room akin to sound effects from a horror movie.

Her thin body trembled uncontrollably, "I saw Ah Zhao; he was covered in blood, even his eyes were bloody..."

Upon hearing this, Mu Jin Huan’s body stiffened, his dark eyes seemed soaked in icy water, chilling.

After lowering her arms, his handsome face had a subtle tension, yet his tone was gentle, "Qinglu, did you forget to take the ’vitamins’ I gave you lately."

This situation last occurred three months ago.

The doctor said the condition was temporarily stable, and now it indeed only seems to be ’temporary.’

As warmth faded, Yu Qinglu hugged her legs, hunkered down, head lowered, long hair covering her pale face, "I don’t remember."

Mu Jin Huan turned on the heating, then picked up the quilt from the ground and covered her, "If you take it on time daily, you won’t have nightmares."