Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love
Chapter 62 - 062. If only brother were not brother, it would be better.

Chapter 62: 062. If only brother were not brother, it would be better.

In this moment, a scene from three years ago suddenly appeared in Mu Jin Huan’s mind without any warning.

At that time in An City, it was also a chilly winter, a snowy night, with exceptionally crisp air.

A figure in a red dress, eyes hazy with drunkenness, leaned softly against him, her face wet with tears, murmuring softly, "If... brother... wasn’t brother... it would be nice..."

The warm breath sprayed onto his chest, the scent of alcohol filled his nostrils. On that snow-covered field, it was the first time he clearly heard the sound of his own heartbeat.

At that moment, it seemed like the entire world had come to a halt, even the snowflakes gently falling had stopped in mid-air.

The person in his arms had long fallen asleep, but those fragmented words kept repeating in his ears.

[If brother wasn’t brother, it would be nice.]

Like a spell, echoing endlessly, never fading away.

...

The sharp sound of car horns on the road brought Mu Jin Huan back to his senses, he loosened the strength in his arms, pulling her soft body out of his embrace, his deep, dark eyes fixed on hers, "For example... me."

Nan Wan’s blurred vision regained clarity, her face broke into a smile again, "You’re lying to me."

Did he just remember something?

The force on her waist was such that she almost thought a bit more and her waist would break.

"So you caught me," Mu Jin Huan’s expression returned to normal, and then a low, slow laugh escaped his throat, carrying a sexy huskiness, "Then let me accompany you for a meal, what do you want to eat?"

He didn’t seem to care much, as long as the objective was achieved, the process was insignificant.

Before this man took over, the Mu Family was a shell of grandeur but internally a mess long since fallen apart.

And now, the Mu Family was a dominant force in Qing City, countless people relying on it for livelihood.

To revive a company so dramatically in such a short period, it’s not something ordinary people could accomplish.

The time and effort put in, perhaps only he knew.

So, what was so important that would make Mu Jin Huan waste such precious time on her...

Nan Wan took two steps back, removed the suit jacket draped over her shoulders, handed it to him, smiling sweetly, "If it’s to accompany you for the night, I might consider, but for a meal, let’s forget it."

The warmth that wrapped her body disappeared, the cold wind slipped into her sweater, bringing a chill.

He didn’t take it, Nan Wan’s hand hung in the air for a while, she wasn’t in a hurry, nor did she feel embarrassed.

Mu Jin Huan stared at that bright face, his eyes deep like the sea, his thin lips curled into a smile, "Refusing me?"

Nan Wan continued to smile, "After all, it’s not the first time, Mr. Mu should be used to it."

If what he wanted was to sleep with her, he wouldn’t have said it that way.

A gentleman unwilling to even take verbal advantage, or rather, too disdainful to.

The driver brought the car from the parking lot to the restaurant entrance, parked it, then respectfully handed the keys to Mu Jin Huan before leaving.

Mu Jin Huan lit a cigarette, blue-white smoke dispersed in the air, the faint scent of tobacco riding the wind.

The expertly tailored white shirt had not a single extra crease, every gesture exuding the charm of a mature man.

He curled his lips and said leisurely, "I put some thought into it this time, so being refused would indeed be disappointing."