Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love
Chapter 128 - 117. Imagined a 10,000-word story of a domineering CEO tormenting his wife._3

Chapter 128: 117. Imagined a 10,000-word story of a domineering CEO tormenting his wife._3

Then pulled open the heavy curtains, letting natural light fall into the room.

Sitting by the bed, slowly brushing aside her disheveled hair.

It took a long time before Yu Qinglu gradually regained clarity under such gentle soothing.

When she saw the person in front of her, her face was very surprised, and her voice returned to its original softness, "Mu Huan, why are you here?"

Mu Jin Huan stood up, the emotions in his dark eyes instantly hidden, his chiseled handsome face showed no sign of fluctuation, "Passing by, just came up to see you."

Hearing this, Yu Qinglu smiled, "I’m doing well, you’re so busy with work, no need to worry about me..."

At this point, she caught sight of the mess on the ground out of the corner of her eye, her pupils suddenly constricted, full of disbelief, "These, did I do all this?"

Mu Jin Huan wanted to pour her a cup of hot water but found all the cups shattered on the floor, so he took a bottle of purified water from the cabinet, unscrewed the cap, and handed it to her, "It’s okay, someone will help you clean up."

Yu Qinglu’s gaze fell on the floor, looking for a long while before coming back to her senses.

Raising her hand to take the bottle he handed over, her body seemed to lose its strength, leaning against the headboard, her voice hoarse, "Mu Huan, I’m sorry, for causing you trouble."

Mu Jin Huan turned on the light, the brightness intensified, his voice low and deep, "Even without Ah Zhao, we’re still friends, these aren’t troubles."

Friends...

Really the most distant two words.

Yu Qinglu lowered her head, a faint smile tugged at her lips, "But, you’re getting married."

After she said this, the room fell into silence.

She sat at the head of the bed, the man’s tall, slender figure stood by the bedside, though there were less than two meters between them, it felt as if a galaxy distanced them.

She was trapped on this side by Ah Zhao’s death, while he had long moved on, so far that she seemed unable to catch up even if she spent her whole life trying.

A long time passed.

She heard him call her name, "Qinglu..."

Dazed, she raised her head, "Hmm?"

Mu Jin Huan’s gaze was flat, "My getting married and taking care of you, those two things don’t conflict."

Yu Qinglu clasped the bottle with both hands, took a few sips of water, easing her dry throat, "Will I be invited to your wedding?"

After she finished speaking, she suddenly thought of something, looking at her own legs, a self-mocking smile appeared on her face, "Like this, won’t I embarrass you if I go?"

Mu Jin Huan’s gaze fell on her pale little face, the emotions in his dark eyes deeply hidden, imperceptible to those not looking closely.

His thin lips unmoving, speaking low and deeply, "Qinglu, don’t think like that, your legs have recovered well, no one will laugh at you. If you wish to attend, I’ll have someone deliver the invitation to you."

Yu Qinglu nodded, then changed the subject, "I’ve been craving Jinyun Square’s seafood porridge, if you’re not busy, could you accompany me once?"

Mu Jin Huan glanced at his watch, but in the end, he only said two words, "Not busy."

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After lunch, Nan Wan nested in the study’s sofa reading, Barton lay in the sunlight taking a nap.

Aunt Zhou avoided Zhao Ying, secretly went upstairs.

The study door was open, Aunt Zhou stood at the entrance and knocked lightly.

Barton heard the sound, started with a spasm, Nan Wan reached out to stroke its back, gently soothing it.

After Barton’s breathing steadied, only then did she look toward the doorway, softly asking, "Aunt Zhou, do you need something?"

Aunt Zhou replied, "Just a small matter..."

Before entering, she glanced downstairs and saw Zhao Ying still mopping the floor, only then did she walk into the study, shutting the door behind.

Walking up to Nan Wan, looking hesitant, lips moved but couldn’t find suitable words to speak.

Nan Wan looked at her mysterious demeanor, puzzled, asking, "What’s wrong?"

Aunt Zhou cleared her throat, concerned as she began, "Ma’am, young girls nowadays have so many thoughts, young talents like sir are exactly their targets, you should be on guard."

She was aware of her position, so didn’t directly name anyone.

Nan Wan propped her forehead with one hand, continued flipping book pages with the other, smiling resignedly, "Aunt Zhou, have you seen any rumors?"

It shouldn’t be, Mr. Mu’s private life is as clean as a blank sheet, let alone rumors, not even hints of ambiguity.

There is almost no trace of him in Qing City’s entertainment news.

If not real, then it shows... the Mu Family’s PR is exceptionally skillful.

"Not exactly," Aunt Zhou placed the heated milk on the table, face warm and kind, "As the saying goes, it’s hard to guard against a hidden arrow, and household theft is most difficult to defend against."