Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love
Chapter 87 - 087. You say Wanwan is not good enough for me; is it because you think you’re more qualified?

Chapter 87: 087. You say Wanwan is not good enough for me; is it because you think you’re more qualified?

Qin Zhenzhen watched as the gossiping women’s faces changed one by one, silently giving a thumbs up to the goddess, almost ready to applaud in support.

Say it again? Are you into masochism or what?

What kind of caliber are they? Either way, she’s a hundred times stronger than all of you combined.

Despite these people’s angry glares, the goddess didn’t spare them another glance, strutting away in high heels, simply... stunningly cool!

...

Huo Yihan nudged his friend’s arm with his elbow, leaning lazily against the wall. His peach blossom eyes were full of mischief, "Brother, I told you long ago, Nan Ze’s sister is no easy character. You’ve seen it now."

This level of combat strength is not something everyone has.

Mu Jin Huan looked at the charming figure at the end of the corridor with a faint smile, his dark eyes gradually filled with interest.

She walked out from the backlight, and as the distance shortened, her outline deepened little by little, her cool face slowly becoming clear.

The corner of his left lip curved slightly, speaking leisurely, "If she only had a pretty face, wouldn’t it be quite boring?"

Hearing this, Huo Yihan put away his playful smile, his expression unusually serious, "At least there’s some old sentiment. Play if you must, just don’t go too far."

If Xu Moyi found out about this, she would definitely keep pestering him endlessly.

Just thinking about it made his scalp hurt.

In the circle, the number of people eyeing this beautiful third miss of the Nan Family was countless. When Nan Ze was fine, not many dared to actually make a move. They could only look to satisfy their cravings.

But now the situation is different, with Nan Ze unconscious and the Nan Family having a new owner. Everyone knows this third miss is not favored in the Nan Family, and without anyone to protect her, everyone is eager to take a bite.

Wishing is one thing, getting hold of her is not that easy.

A well-behaved girl, and she went this far for Lu Li, first deliberately ruining her own reputation to set up for "marital infidelity."

Afterward, she took all the blame but didn’t mention a word about what she did for Lu Li.

Looking at her, you wouldn’t see the flamboyance of the past half-year; instead, she suddenly quieted down, returning to her duties.

The occasional media-captured photos mostly show her in a white coat, looking gentle and serene, as if time were peaceful.

Huo Yihan thought, if she didn’t care in the first place, or she’s just too good at enduring it.

Mingling among various men yet able to stay safe and sound; just this aspect alone shows she’s no simple character.

Mu Jin Huan watched as the woman walked straight past him without even a side glance, as if he didn’t exist at all.

The sound of her high heels hitting the ground was crisp, the hem of her white coat fluttering in the air, the fabric brushing the skin on the back of his hand, causing a ticklish sensation.

Is she angry...

The curve of his thin lips disappeared, he stretched his long legs, "When did I ever say it’s just for fun?"

Huo Yihan was surprised, quickly catching up, "Damn! Seriously?"

Just then, Qin Zhenzhen passed by the two holding the files and stethoscope she picked up from the ground, casting a vengeful glare at Mu Jin Huan, and even gave an innocent Huo Yihan a white-eyed look.

Huo Yihan felt baffled. In his memory, whether on the bed or off it, there didn’t seem to be such a person.

Looking cluelessly at Mu Jin Huan beside him, but he didn’t take it seriously at all.

Mu Jin Huan walked towards the ’accident scene’, his eyes held a thin layer of frostiness, but his voice was calm as water, "At 34, it’s only natural to get a wife, marry, and have children."

Huo Yihan scoffed disdainfully, "With my IQ, would I trust a word like that from you?"

From the moment he returned to the Mu Family, it was destined that he’d sacrifice his own marriage.

Besides, life is short, and there are so many young and pretty girls, what’s the point of getting married?

As he passed the elevator entrance, he heard Mu Jin Huan say, "You head upstairs first."

He glanced contemptuously at those few steps away, then shrugged and stepped into the elevator.

...

Gao Hui had become a different person since spotting Mu Jin Huan and Huo Yihan down the corridor, quietly adjusting her clothing and hair.

The first is the mature and wealthy new nobleman of Qing City, the latter the notorious son of the Huo Family.

Both have top-notch looks and family backgrounds, if only she could...

The man approaching had a sharp face as if carved by a knife, his handsome features half-hidden in shadow, his posture tall and straight, his black suit wrapping a near-perfectly proportioned body, and his polished shoes clicked on the floor in a regular rhythm.

Tap... tap... tap...

As the distance closed, Gao Hui could no longer tear her eyes away, her heart pounding as if it would jump out.

It seemed like he was looking... at her?

Gao Hui’s heart filled with delight, stepping forward to block the view of the two behind her.

She cleared her throat, displaying what she thought was a perfect smile, softening her voice deliberately, "Hello, Mr. Mu, my name is Gao Hui, my father is Gao Zhenyuan, the director."

Mu Jin Huan’s eyes were deep and sharp, his thin lips curved into a bewitching smile, and he spoke in a deep voice, "You said Wanwan is not suited for me, do you think you’re more qualified?"

Wanwan...

Such an intimate and ambiguous nickname, as if they were the closest lovers.

Hearing these words, Gao Hui’s smile stiffened terribly; her face, already heavily powdered, now looked as if she’d swallowed a fly.

Yes, one could say it was quite colorful.

Though the man’s voice was deep and pleasant, it gave her a cold, penetrating chill, a stream of coldness seemingly winding through her limbs, slowly encroaching.

And those deep eyes appeared calm, yet hidden beneath was a trace of treachery.

She dared not meet his gaze, lowering her head, her fingernails pinching the skin on the back of her hand, trying to steady her voice, "I... I didn’t mean that, Mr. Mu, don’t misunderstand."

He had heard what she said to that little bitch.

But clearly, when they passed each other earlier, there had been no exchange of eye contact between them.

Why...

"Misunderstanding..." Mu Jin Huan slowly chewed over the word, then a low laugh escaped from his throat.

He was laughing, but it always gave Gao Hui an inexplicable feeling of eeriness, his cold brows were faint, leaving others unsure if he was pleased or angry.

Gao Hui’s face turned pale, taking a step back, her voice several degrees lower and trembling somewhat, "It’s... it’s a misunderstanding."

Her eyes fixed on the ground, caught in her peripheral vision, were the man’s black pants, crisp and without a single extra crease.

Then, she heard these words, "Such a misunderstanding, I don’t want to hear again here, whether from Miss Gao or anyone else in the hospital."