Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love
Chapter 88 - 088. Which beauty has been wronged?

Chapter 88: 088. Which beauty has been wronged?

The deep voice was filled with a dangerous warning.

Gao Hui replied with difficulty, "I won’t anymore."

Only when the footsteps completely disappeared did Gao Hui finally breathe a sigh of relief. Her legs gave out, and she stumbled a step.

The two members of the Big Milk Club behind her quickly rushed forward to support her arms, feigning concern, "Xiao Hui, are you okay."

Gao Hui steadied her body, her teeth gritted and her face twisted, "It’s all that slut Nan Wan’s fault, I won’t let her go!"

The two exchanged a glance and spoke simultaneously, "But, didn’t President Mu just..."

Before they finished speaking, Gao Hui cut them off harshly, "As long as they’re human, there will always be a flaw. The days are long, and there will definitely be a chance for me to make a move."

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The door to Mu Jinqian’s office was pushed open just as Huo Yihan was lounging on the sofa, legs crossed leisurely, casually playing with an orange, tossing it in the air and catching it.

He looked at the person entering with a pretend smile, jeeringly teasing, "Oh, done so quickly? Why didn’t you go and comfort the wronged beauty?"

Mu Jinqian lifted his head from the computer screen, adjusted his glasses, and cooperatively smiled as he asked, "Which beauty was wronged?"

Huo Yihan caught the falling orange, peeled it slowly, his lips curled playfully as he kindly explained, "Who else could it be, of course, it’s the famous Doctor Nan, as popular as a top-tier star."

Her beautiful, exquisite face was cold as ice, and with the uniform temptation, it was quite exciting.

Mu Jin Huan’s gaze swept over without any emotion and calmly said, "Shut your mouth, no one will mistake you for a mute."

Huo Yihan didn’t mind, spread his hands, originally wanted to say something more, but knowing there was serious business to attend to, he didn’t waste time.

Reluctantly, he closed his mouth, eating fruit while pulling out his phone to browse Weibo.

Mu Jin Huan handed the sealed bag in his hand to Mu Jinqian, his voice indifferent, "Elder brother, this is Qinglu’s case from Ancheng People’s Hospital."

Mu Jinqian took it, stopped joking, and returned to a serious manner, pointing to the sofa, "Sit for a while, I’ll take a look first."

Mu Jin Huan nodded.

About ten minutes later, Mu Jinqian closed the thick stack of case files in his hands, "Qinglu’s leg has recovered well, there’s no major problem, but..."

The remaining words hung in the air.

Mu Jin Huan’s dark eyes half-closed, his gaze falling on the moving hand of the watch, his thin lips pressed together, his handsome face grave and somber.

Huo Yihan, who was playing a game, also got distracted, offhandedly asked, "But what?"

Mu Jinqian ignored Huo Yihan, picked up the phone, found a number, and before dialing, said to Mu Jin Huan, "Psychiatry isn’t my specialty, and Qing City’s expert, Sheng Boyan, is still abroad for an exchange program. But I can make a copy of Qinglu’s case and send it to him for a look."

Psychiatry...

The word crawled into Huo Yihan’s ears, making him shiver, the phone nearly slipped from his hand.

Grabbing the phone that had fallen onto his lap, his gaze swept over the two men, quickly returning to a nonchalant demeanor, giving Mu Jinqian a thumbs-up, "Elder brother, you’re quite something, even getting the renowned Sheng Boyan involved!"

Sheng Boyan, cousin of Sheng Jingzhen, but more widely known as a legend in the medical field.

Mu Jinqian smiled warmly, "It’s not me who’s impressive."

Mu Jin Huan’s dark pupils gradually filled with hidden emotions, but his angular face remained calm, thin lips parted slightly, "Thank you, elder brother."

Mu Jinqian understood this as agreement and used the landline to make a call, "It’s not my trouble either; Sheng Boyan is a fellow student of Nan Wan. At most, I’m just leveraging my position to exploit a subordinate."

With that, he casually turned on the speaker.

"Beep...beep...beep..."

Huo Yihan logged out of the game, so now only that sound filled the office.

Until the last moment, the call was finally answered.

"Director, what’s the matter?"

Mu Jinqian’s voice was warm and gentle, "It’s hard to explain over the phone, come to my office."

The person on the other end quickly answered, "I’m a bit busy at the moment, can it wait a bit?"

It was a reasonable excuse, yet ruthless truth followed.

"I asked Qin Zhenzhen, you’re feeding the cats in the garden, not particularly busy."

With that, the entire office fell silent.

Huo Yihan’s smile was particularly meaningful.

He exaggeratedly raised his eyebrows at the man sitting on the opposite sofa: See that? It’s obvious they don’t want to be in the same room with you.

Mu Jin Huan ignored those obvious mocking stares, calmly lifted the teacup in front of him, and took a sip.

The darkness in his eyes was replaced by a barely there smile.

He lowered his eyes, emotions in his gaze hidden entirely, impossible for anyone else to discern.

After a minute of silence, the person on the phone spoke, "Otherwise, Director, just dock my pay."

Hearing this, Mu Jin Huan’s thin lips curved into a smile, his thumb slowly rubbing the warm rim of the cup.

Mu Jinqian knew that in this minute, the young lady surely had some heartfelt words for his ancestors.

But for the sake of a brother, he had to continue, "If I’m not mistaken, your salary has already been docked until June of next year."

After saying this, the office fell into another awkward silence.

Huo Yihan listened with interest, and holding back laughter was terribly painful, as he lay sprawled on the sofa.

On the phone, Nan Wan covered her cheek with one hand, closing her eyes.

She then exhaled deeply, stood up from the lawn, her voice calm, "Director Mu, I’ll be there right away. Thank you for waiting two minutes for me."

With that, she promptly hung up.

She must have dug up the Mu Family’s ancestral graves in a past life, hence these brothers are teaming up to torment her.

...

Mu Jinqian looked at Nan Wan standing upright in front of the desk, cleared his throat, and said, "I heard you have quite a rapport with Sheng Boyan."

Nan Wan’s expression was calm, eyes fixed on the green potted plant on the desk, tone flat, "You can’t believe everything you hear."

"No need to be hasty to deny," Mu Jinqian recapped a pen, took a sip of his now nearly cold tea, and coaxed gently, "There’s something tricky for me but simple for you, how about I trade a week’s vacation for it? Interested in fifty cents?"

There wasn’t a ripple on Nan Wan’s face, "Anything you want, just instruct me directly."

Very good, she portrayed the ideal subordinate.