Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love
Chapter 57 - 057. Not going to meet your future daughter-in-law?

Chapter 57: 057. Not going to meet your future daughter-in-law?

Shen Zhimei looked around and found Jiashu with his little friends, so she pulled out a chair and sat down, "Don’t teach my son bad things."

Nan Wan tilted her head teasingly, "Aren’t you going to meet your future daughter-in-law?"

"I think it’s more important for you to meet your boss," Shen Zhimei said as she took the teacup Nan Wan handed her, holding it in her palms, bringing it to her lips to blow, and added, "and bring my son back along the way."

Nan Wan frowned; in the past, it wasn’t just a boss, it was also a deity she couldn’t afford to offend.

"Who gave birth to him, you or me?"

People who don’t know Shen Zhimei often get the first impression that she’s a goddess untouched by worldly concerns, but once they get to know her, they’ll find out she’s not as harmless as she seems.

She’s the kind who can kill without spilling blood. For instance, right now, "A 26-year-old virgin, why don’t you try having one and show me."

One move to defeat the enemy, that’s probably what it is.

Nan Wan gave her a grudging glare, picked up a piece of fruit, and stuffed it into her mouth, "Shut up, you."

Shen Zhimei was unfazed, raising an eyebrow to signal Nan Wan to hurry up.

Nan Wan gritted her teeth, stood up, and pulled out a chair.

...

The table they were at hadn’t been served food yet, so they must have just sat down.

Nan Wan casually greeted Mu Jinqian, her gaze not straying and not looking to the side.

As if there was an unspoken understanding, Mu Jinhuan just glanced at her without saying a word, his eyes calm and unruffled.

Men like him, walking embodiments of hormones, gathered together already attracted attention, and with two adorable, delicate little kids, it was even more eye-catching.

Someone had already recognized Nan Wan, and the high and low whispers occasionally reached her ears.

Nan Wan didn’t care; she could act as if she didn’t hear them, but she didn’t want Jiashu to hear.

She instinctively turned to shield Jiashu from those prying eyes, gently stroked his head, and spoke softly, "Jiashu, we’re going to eat, say goodbye to Qingqing, okay?"

The friendship between children is very pure, even if they fight, they quickly make up, so their last conflict didn’t last long, and when they met again, they were as close as twin babies.

"Auntie, I still want to play for a while."

Nan Wan always thought that a three-character name sounded imposing, so now, she felt a three-year-old could understand.

"Nan Jiasu, that’s very impolite, you know."

Mu Qingqing shook Nan Wan’s hand and chimed in, with a sweet voice, "Auntie, can we eat together?"

Auntie...

Those two words were really quite powerful.

Mu Jinqian was initially stunned, then his gaze flitted between the two, half-smiling but not pointing it out.

He said there was something going on between these two, yet they pretended not to know each other...

Mu Jinhuan’s dark, deep eyes swirled with hidden currents, as he shot a glance at the innocently clueless little Qingqing, his well-defined fingers drumming on the table with a subtle, rhythmic sound.

Mu Qingqing blinked her large, watery eyes, not thinking she did anything wrong, innocent and clueless.

Nan Wan was a bit taken aback, momentarily not knowing how to react.

Are kids these days calling people just like that...

If she didn’t call her mom, was that already showing her a lot of respect?

Without much deliberation, "No, you guys eat, Auntie and Jiashu won’t disturb you and Daddy."

The gaze was gentle: call me Auntie, got it?