Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love
Chapter 83 - 083. If I die, will you be very happy?

Chapter 83: 083. If I die, will you be very happy?

Nan Huaiyu took out his phone and dialed the number he had long since memorized.

Nan Wan held her phone in her palm. Even on silent mode, the flashing screen caught her attention.

She glanced at the person under the tree, hesitated for a few seconds, and answered, "Nan Huaiyu, what’s gotten into you?"

Nan Huaiyu’s long, narrow eyes squinted slightly as he gazed at the blurry silhouette, a devilish curve on his lips, "Are you coming down, or am I coming up?"

A few short words, spoken very slowly.

Even without seeing him clearly, Nan Wan knew he was drunk.

Unfazed, she drew the curtains, turned, and walked out of the bedroom, saying calmly, "If you don’t want to end up on the front page tomorrow, call your driver back."

Driving after drinking is not only disregarding your own life but also not caring about the lives of others.

If an accident happened, his death would serve him right, but what about the innocent people?

His view blocked by the beige curtains, Nan Huaiyu still gazed in that direction, chuckling lowly, "If I die, would you be happy?"

His voice was lazy, yet carried an emotion that others couldn’t comprehend.

"I’m not as twisted as you," Nan Wan stepped into the bathroom, adjusted the water temperature, and started filling the bathtub, her voice indifferent, "Don’t come knocking; even if you disturb the neighbors and they call the police, I won’t open up."

After saying that, she hung up without hesitation.

The sound of "beep... beep... beep..." echoed in his ear.

Nan Huaiyu was long accustomed to it. The alcohol in his system began to ferment, that anger seemed to ignite, growing more intense.

He needed to vent, both physically and mentally.

He opened the message interface, composed a message: Emperor Peak Hotel, Room 5017.

After sending it successfully, he took one last deep look at that window, turned and opened the car door, and drove away at a high speed.

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After work, Nan Wan went to Shen Zhimei’s office.

When Nan Wan entered, Shen Zhimei was about to take off her white coat, and there was a book on the desk with a pure white cover.

Nan Wan knew it was a poetry collection, one of a kind in the world.

Shen Zhimei glanced at Nan Wan standing at the door frame, took off her white coat and hung it on a hook, raised her hand to tidy her hair and asked casually, "What’s up?"

Nan Wan’s expression remained unchanged, "Nothing much, just passing by to deliver a document."

That poetry collection belonged only to Huai Yu and Shen Zhimei, so Nan Wan knew she was planning to go talk with Huai Yu.

The room on the fourteenth floor, she didn’t visit often, but once she did, she’d stay the whole night.

Nan Wan didn’t know what she talked about with Huai Yu during those long nights, but whenever she saw her the next day, she always appeared as gentle as ever.

After tidying up the clutter on the desk, Shen Zhimei took a perfume bottle from the drawer, sprayed it twice, and the fresh, elegant jasmine scent masked the smell of disinfectant that Nan Ze disliked on her.

Then, with a teasing smile, she said, "Miss Nan, you really can, getting on the trending list like it’s nothing, how do those celebrities struggling to get noticed even survive?"

There are plenty of gossipers in the hospital; she didn’t even need to log into Weibo to hear the whole story.