Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love
Chapter 90 - 090. Dad wants me to marry Qing City’s most womanizing playboy?

Chapter 90: 090. Dad wants me to marry Qing City’s most womanizing playboy?

Before this, the Third Miss of the Nan Family who he had seen in newspapers and on screens was very different from how she looked today, whether in dress or makeup. One could describe it as a stark contrast.

The former was a seductive beauty that most men couldn’t resist, the latter was a gentle and graceful beauty, the kind that makes the other half of men feel a breeze-like heart flutter.

Two extremely opposite kinds of beauty, yet she switched between them effortlessly, without any sense of discord.

The cold wind suddenly became sharp, snapping him back to reality as his gaze awkwardly shifted downwards.

Under the orange streetlight, he vaguely saw her delicate fingers clenching tighter, gradually turning white.

Then, he heard her slightly hoarse voice, "Let’s go."

If you listened carefully, perhaps you would sense that within this calm and wave-free voice line, there was a desolation that others couldn’t understand.

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In the car.

Nan Wan leaned against the back seat, both hands gripping the strap of her handbag, her head slightly bowed, eyes gently closed, with her long hair scattered, covering half of her face.

On either side of her sat a black-clad bodyguard.

Once the car stopped steadily at the hotel back entrance, the bodyguard on the right got out first, opened the door, raised his arm, and made a ’please’ gesture, "Miss Nan, please."

Nan Wan stepped out of the car, letting them follow behind as she walked into the hotel, her expression icy, with her back straight.

Not going home, it was Qing City’s top hotel, not the front entrance, but the back.

A waiter directly led her to the door of a room, saying politely and respectfully, "Chairman Nan is waiting for you inside."

The bodyguards behind her automatically stood on either side of the door, hands clasped behind their backs.

Nan Wan pushed the door open and entered.

Nan Chengzhi, dressed in a formal and dignified suit, stood with his back to the window, and upon hearing the sound, he turned around, his expression resembling the textbook warmth of what a father should have, "Wanwan is here, sit down."

The door was shut by the people outside.

Nan Wan walked calmly to the center of the room, lifted her eyes, and a shallow curve appeared at the corner of her lips, "With such a grand show, how would I dare to sit?"

On the table were two cups of tea, both still steaming.

Her father was certain she would come.

For all these years, he had never mentioned that person in front of her, but today he conveyed his meaning through a bodyguard.

Nan Chengzhi caught the sarcasm in Nan Wan’s words, his eyes flickered as he slowly walked to the sofa and sat down, "The Nan Family and the Su Family have always had business ties, known each other for many years, and Zhengyu, that child, I watched him grow up."

As expected, there was no response. He picked up the teacup, took a sip, and continued with a slightly aged voice, "Zhengyu has casually mentioned you to me, and the intention in his words is clear. Our two families’ elders have discussed it, you marrying over there will not wrong you."

The room was well-heated, yet Nan Wan only felt a chill coursing through her body, that chill creeping slowly up her spine, inch by inch infiltrating her heart, seeping into her flesh and blood.

She still smiled lightly, "Does Dad want me to marry Qing City’s most womanizing playboy?"

Nan Chengzhi took a large sip of tea, then lit a cigarette, desperately trying to conceal the emotions in his eyes. After taking a couple of puffs, he begrudgingly explained, "Zhengyu is still young, not yet at a mature and stable age. There are plenty of men who settle down after getting married, he might become steadier then."

Perhaps...

Nan Wan chuckled softly.

Young?

An City’s Gu Shaozhi is also 28 years old, yet he single-handedly supported the entire Gu Family, bringing it to the pinnacle of its field in just a few years, unmatched in power and influence in the entertainment industry.

And what was 28-year-old Su Zhengyu doing? Acting arrogantly, making a scene? Lavishly squandering the family’s money? Indulging in a chaotic private life to the point of causing deaths?

"I’m curious, what kind of benefits will Dad be getting?"

At these words, the expression on Nan Chengzhi’s face could no longer be maintained. He stood up, speaking sternly, "At tonight’s banquet, half of Qing City’s notable families will attend. I will announce your marriage before the banquet ends."

Nan Wan knew well that once Nan Chengzhi said this, there would be no room for change.

Even a tigress will not eat her cubs; he wouldn’t touch brother, nor Zhi Mei, and certainly not Jiashu.

The only one he would crush without hesitation.

And this person was Nan Wan’s lifeline.

The fingers at her side tightened bit by bit, almost digging into the tender flesh of her palm, yet the smile on her face only grew brighter, "Grandma won’t agree."

The voice was extremely cold, colder than this bone-chilling winter night.

"Do you think the news will spread outside this hotel before things are settled?"

Not only the old lady wouldn’t know, but besides the guests present, no one would know.

Nan Chengzhi’s hand had already grasped the room door handle, "Including changing clothes, fixing your hair, and adjusting your mood, you only have forty minutes."

At this moment, the curve at Nan Wan’s lips disappeared completely.

"Doesn’t Dad fear that if you push me like this, I might jump from here? Then, the banquet couldn’t conclude smoothly, and the Su Family’s promise to you might come to nothing."

"No, wait," Nan Wan seemed to think of something, suddenly letting out a chuckle. In the silent room, the laugh was crisp yet desolate, "Dad could still get his daughter’s body bag."

At these words, Nan Chengzhi’s body stiffened.

Seconds later, he returned to normal, "You wouldn’t."

As long as her weak spot remained, she wouldn’t just walk away.

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Nan Wan stood right there, the faint scent of tobacco still lingering in the air, with windows and doors tightly shut, the heat was quite high.

Her chest grew increasingly heavy, even breathing became difficult.

She saw the shadow of herself cast on the ground, small and huddled.

Two minutes later, a professional team walked into the room, well-trained.

Others set up the necessary tools for makeup and hairstyling while the leader, Jiang Li, opened the gift box she was holding, took out the clothes inside, and said with a smile, "Miss Nan, this dress is a new style from this fall/winter’s haute couture collection, made entirely by hand, it compliments your complexion beautifully."

Nan Wan felt her legs getting a bit numb; the once quiet room was now filled with people, those casting their eyes upon her were somehow filled with envy.

She couldn’t help but scoff in her heart.

What is there to envy?

Is it envy for her ridiculous life, or the engagement banquet tonight solely for profit...

Stepping into the fitting room, her tone and demeanor became icy to the extreme, "Send the clothes to the fitting room, open the windows, and wait outside."

The staff exchanged glances, speaking up uneasily, "This dress is quite complex to wear, you might find it difficult to manage alone, we’d better assist you."