Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love
Chapter 93 - 093. Mu Jin Huan, will you... marry me, please?

Chapter 93: 093. Mu Jin Huan, will you... marry me, please?

Extracted from memories, she raised her eyes and met those deep, bottomless black eyes, calling his name, "Mu Jin Huan."

"Hmm?"

Though only a single syllable, it still carried a husky, seductive allure.

Nan Wan’s lips began to slowly curve upwards, her ink-wash painted brows and eyes also tinged with a hint of laughter, "You... marry me, alright?"

Her voice, to the ear, sounded illusory and ethereal.

Yesterday she treated him as if he were invisible, not giving him a glance even from the corner of her eyes, and now she was saying to him: Marry me.

Mu Jin Huan curled his lips, speaking slowly and deliberately, "If I remember correctly, that night, Doctor Nan clearly refused me."

Nan Wan stopped her dance, staring unblinkingly at the man’s handsome face, softly saying, "After putting in so much effort on me, doesn’t it mean that only I am possible?"

From the moment they met that night, he had been waiting for her to take the bait.

The Nan Family only had this one daughter; Grandma’s house would only go to her. Whether willing or not, as long as Grandma was healthy, if he wanted to get the villa built by the Yu Family, he had to start with her.

Mu Jin Huan’s arm was still holding her waist and also came to a stop, his black eyes half-narrowed, lips curling up, "Did I ever say that?"

Nan Wan’s smile grew brighter and brighter, her fingers on the man’s shoulder climbed up inch by inch, "Give me the title of Mrs. Mu. I will be very obedient, won’t want your money, nor your affection. In exchange, I will deliver the usage rights of that old villa in South City to you by hand."

A very straightforward transaction.

Her exquisitely beautiful face bore a smile that could cast all surrounding splendor into dull insignificance, under the orange light, her fair skin reflected an enticing luster, her cherry-red lips opening and closing, accompanied by those mischievous fingers, forming a silent invitation.

And in those eyes, seemingly containing countless stars, his image was the only reflection.

The curve of Mu Jin Huan’s thin lips deepened, his voice low and hoarse, "If you say we marry, then we marry, wouldn’t that make me seem quite insignificant?"

As his words fell, the cool, soft sensation attached to his lips.

His body abruptly stiffened, and in the next second, it felt as if a blazing fire suddenly ignited within his heart, making his nerves around even more feverish.

Her lips merely brushed against his lightly, and before he could react, Nan Wan retreated.

Her raised heels fell lightly, her fingers skimming over the man’s tie, her eyes shone, glistening between the bright light, "Then... have Mr. Mu propose to me instead."

A man as dominant and cunning as him indeed was unsuited to a passive situation.

The piano music came to a halt, the guests watching this ambiguous scene were utterly surprised.

Mu Jin Huan watched her, then slowly leaned down to her ear, his voice low and intimate like the closest of lovers whispering, "What makes you sad?"

Nan Wan was stunned.

Then she quickly returned to normal, tilting her head, her eyes rolling as if in deep thought, a few seconds later, she smiled and answered, "Proposing to the man I like, yet he’s so indifferent, it’s truly heartbreaking."

"Like me..." Mu Jin Huan thoughtfully chewed on those three words, amusement coloring his black eyes, quite interested, "Which part of me do you like?"

"I don’t know," the light was a bit glaring, Nan Wan’s gaze began to grow unfocused, dreamy and hazy, "It seems that when you appear, I just really like, really like..."

Her voice was very low, as soft as a whisper.

Her long, curly lashes fluttered like they were teasing Mu Jin Huan’s heartstrings, casting a shadow on her eyelids like two small fans.

Her gaze fell on his slightly parted, blushing lips, his Adam’s apple bobbed slightly.

The arm that encircled her waist tightened, his well-defined fingers unhesitatingly lifted her chin, as he lowered his head, his dark eyes lightly closed.

The fresh scent belonging to the man overwhelmed her, mingled with the rich aroma of red wine, it consumed Nan Wan’s breath.

The pads of his fingers pressing down on her chin transferred a warmth that seemed to electrically numb her nerve endings, the current coursing through her limbs and bones, finally converging at her heart.

The hand hanging by her side unconsciously clutched at her long dress.

In the midst of murmuring whispers, Nan Wan heard him speak in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Hello, Mrs. Mu."

These low, husky five words seeped out from their joined lips, triggering a gentle shiver that began tingling her scalp.

The entire world seemed to have come to a standstill.

Thud... thud... thud...

The sound of heartbeats grew more pronounced.

Nan Wan’s unfocused gaze slowly converged, raising her eyes, looking at the handsome face so close at hand, the corners of her lips lifted, her voice relaxed and soft, "Hello, Mr. Mu."

As soon as her words fell, his breath pressed down.

Under the eyes filled with keen interest, he kissed her with complete disregard for everything around them.

In the resplendent hall, the grand and elegant crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling cast a soft light.

Blooming plum blossoms adorned the walls, their petals scattered on the plush carpet.

A spiral staircase winding upward, seemingly endless, magical like a fairyland.

A tower of champagne glasses stacked high, reflecting captivating light, the aroma of the wine lingering in the air.

Yet at this moment, all of it lost its color.

Her tongue felt numb, every organ in her body screamed to push him away, yet Nan Wan had no room for retreat.

All she could do was move forward.

She slowly closed her eyes, raised her arms, and willingly wrapped them around the man’s neck.

Nan Wan, forget where you are, forget about the circles of guests surrounding you, forget these annoying gazes...

In front of you, there’s only Mu Jin Huan.

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After Su Gaode and Su Zhengyu left with grim faces, Nan Chengzhi, with a joyful expression, continued to entertain the guests, and the awkward banquet carried on.

Amidst clinking glasses, endless praise rang out.

Huo Yihan half-leans against the wall, his thin lips curled with a devilish smile, withdrawing his gaze from the entrance of the hall.

He tilted his head back, letting the liquid roll down, finishing the champagne in his glass.

He placed the glass onto the waiter’s tray before grabbing Xu Moyi, who was passing by, the whole move as smooth as flowing water.

He flicked her forehead lightly, his voice languid, "The night is short and sweet, even if you’re used to being a thousand-watt light bulb for your cousin, it doesn’t mean you have to fiercely chase after her and ruin her good time, right?"

Xu Moyi glared at him with a cold face, "Huo Yihan, you damn well let go of me!"

Her voice almost drowned out the sound of the music.

"Why are you getting more and more bratty," Huo Yihan, long accustomed to this, half-narrowed his eyes, lazily rubbed his left forefinger around his ear, "Be good, in this setting, casually throwing around profanities isn’t really appropriate."