Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love
Chapter 94 - 094. Mr. Mu doesn’t seem like a shallow person. If you’d rather die than comply, how embarrassing would that be for me?

Chapter 94: 094. Mr. Mu doesn’t seem like a shallow person. If you’d rather die than comply, how embarrassing would that be for me?

Xu Moyi looked at Nan Chengzhi, who was beaming from a distance. After a cold laugh, he raised his voice, "Let me go; I want to find my sister. None of the Nan Family are good people. The old ones are ungrateful, and the young ones are money-grubbers. They don’t care about my sister, but I do!"

The guests present were somewhat embarrassed. Although Nan Huaiyu’s capabilities were not as good as Nan Ze’s, the Nan Family was currently connected with the Mu Family, and they could not be underestimated.

Pretending as if they hadn’t heard anything, they clinked glasses with each other, using forced laughter to cover the awkward atmosphere.

Nan Chengzhi’s face darkened, and he gestured with his eyes to the bodyguards standing by.

Huo Yihan watched Xu Moyi, who seemed ready to explode, with a faint smile. He didn’t stop her. If his hand hadn’t been tightly holding her wrist, he might have clapped to cheer her on.

The bodyguards approached, but before they could touch the hem of Xu Moyi’s clothes, a deep voice threatened, "Try laying a finger on her."

Intimidated by the hostility, they dared not act rashly, "Mr. Huo, you see..."

Huo Yihan maintained his previous posture, squinting slightly, his narrow, almond-shaped eyes filled with cunning.

Xu Moyi never considered these lackeys worth her attention. Having lost patience, she forcefully pried at the fingers clamped on her wrist, yelling, "Did you hear what I said? Let me go... Huo Yihan, you damn..."

No matter how she tried, it was futile, and Xu Moyi, gritting her teeth, pinched him hard.

Huo Yihan winced in pain, his sword-like brows briefly knit together. Releasing the hold on Xu Moyi’s wrist, he hooked an arm around her neck, using the other hand to tousle her hair, "Alright, alright, let’s not make a scene. I’ll take you to a nice place for a drink."

Xu Moyi, now having her neck restrained, found her head tucked against his chest, being led forward. She gritted her teeth and muttered, "I’ll drink with your grandpa!"

The gown was a deep V-neck, revealing little to begin with, and the movement made it even more precarious.

The more she struggled, the tighter his arm grew around her neck, leaving Xu Moyi almost breathless.

Rolling her eyes dramatically in a Baroque style, she silently screamed: Huo Yihan, you bastard! Everyone got a full view of my chest!

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Upon leaving the hall, Nan Wan realized that unbeknownst to her, it had begun to snow.

Though she had a man’s black coat draped over her, the chill still crept up from her feet, causing her to shiver slightly.

Her movement was subtle, but Mu Jin Huan keenly noticed it. Glancing down at her exposed, rounded ankles, his sword-like brows furrowed as he quietly tightened his grip, drawing her deeper into his embrace, "Lean on me."

The outside air, unlike the stuffy alcohol-infused atmosphere of the banquet hall, seemed filtered and refreshing.

The snowflakes danced in the air, swirling and drifting with elegant grace.

The coat’s warmth from indoors hadn’t dissipated yet, and the snowflakes landing on the shoulders quickly melted into droplets.

Nan Wan half-leaned into the man’s embrace, clearly feeling the warmth transferring through the fabric to her skin. His scent lingered around her, persisting.

The ground was only slightly damp; it might be due to the lightness of the snow or its recent onset.

Nan Wan raised her hand, touching the slowly falling snowflakes with her fingertips, murmuring softly, "It’s the first snow of the year..."

Mu Jin Huan turned his head, his gaze falling on her elegant yet slightly forlorn features. His voice was warm, "Do you wish to make a wish?"

Nan Wan withdrew her arm, tucking it back into the warm coat, looked up to meet his gaze, and answered with a smile, "It’s already come true."

Hearing this, the man raised his hand to her face, a low, soft laugh escaping from his throat, sounding husky and seductive to the ear.

Being stared at by such a scorching gaze, Nan Wan couldn’t fathom his thoughts. Her ears began to warm, and she awkwardly looked away, "Why are you laughing?"

Mu Jin Huan simply smiled without speaking.

After Liu An drove the car to the hotel entrance, he quickly got out, opened the car door, and then stood respectfully at the side, looking straight ahead, trying to minimize his presence.

Before getting into the car, Nan Wan softly exclaimed, "Eh?"

Mu Jin Huan lowered his head and asked, "What’s wrong?"

Looking at the driver standing by the car door, Nan Wan’s lips curved upwards, "This friend looks familiar, like I’ve seen him somewhere before."

Hearing this, Liu An’s lips twitched as his brain worked quickly to respond.

Stepping forward, he bowed politely, his face showing a flattering smile, "Miss Nan, last time my eyes were blind to it. As they say, the magnanimous don’t harbor grievances. Please don’t hold it against me."

That night, he borrowed power to intimidate the future CEO’s wife. He’s doomed...

Nan Wan shifted her gaze, bending down into the back seat, her smile fading, "I must have been mistaken. I don’t think I’ve met such a noisy person."

The frustration that had been building in her chest overnight dissipated mostly.

Mu Jin Huan glanced at Liu An indifferently and walked around to the other side with an expressionless face.

Getting in the car, he closed the door.

Liu An rolled his eyes at the cold air.

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From the moment Mu Jin Huan mentioned the hotel name, Nan Wan kept her head down, hands clasped on her lap, fingers moving unconsciously.

The light from the neon signs filtered through the car window, casting a low glow, sketching delicate lines on her profile.

Mu Jin Huan retracted his gaze, leaned back in his seat, half-closing his dark eyes, and spoke in a deep voice, "Any regrets?"

Nan Wan stretched lazily, relaxed her body, then moved a bit inward, resting her head on the man’s shoulder and closing her eyes, "How could I regret it when I’m clinging to you so shamelessly?"

The man’s expression was calm, and his well-defined fingers tapped slowly and rhythmically on his knee, exuding an enigmatic charm, "What are you thinking about?"

She was unwilling, very unwilling.

She wouldn’t have voluntarily jumped into his trap if she hadn’t been forced with no other choice.

"I was thinking, how can I seduce you?"

Mu Jin Huan opened his eyes, his gaze falling on her soft, boneless hand, which he playfully held in his palm, nonchalantly suggesting, "With a pretty face and a good figure, just being a little proactive could see a high chance of success."

Nan Wan was quite speechless. Describing herself as a lustful rogue, is that really okay?

"Mr. Mu doesn’t seem like a shallow person. What if you refuse to comply and I lose face?"

Mu Jin Huan pinched her chin, lowered his head, bringing their lips just a paper-width apart, his voice low and sexy, "Try, and you’ll see if I would comply, hmm?"

In this confined space, his rising intonation evoked a languid eroticism.

Nan Wan opened her eyes, and after a few seconds of staring at him, she lazily brushed his hand aside, burying her face in his neck.

"Mr. Mu, kindly hold out a little more. If we do it in front of the driver, I might get a bit shy."