Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love
Chapter 95 - 095. Be good, I’m a bit tired, keep me company and rest for a while.

Chapter 95: 095. Be good, I’m a bit tired, keep me company and rest for a while.

Liu An had already tried his best to concentrate on the road ahead, but when the words drifted into his ears, he still felt an urge to jump out of the car.

If the future Mrs. President hits him again, he might become the first person on earth to die of embarrassment, and maybe even become famous.

Mu Jin Huan knew she was talking nonsense, but he still followed up on her words, "Can’t wait?"

The car was warm, and she was wrapped in an overcoat, yet her hands remained icy cold.

A small bundle, soft to the touch, resting in his palm.

Nan Wan lazily replied, "For the sake of tomorrow’s headline civility, I can make an exception and wait a little longer."

If the Mu Family got too mad, the wedding might just turn into a funeral.

Mu Jin Huan adjusted the coat draped over her shoulders, his handsome face carved with gentle features, "Eat a little more in the future."

Nan Wan only heard the man change the topic, her gaze resting on his determined chin, missing the softness in his eyes, smiling as she teased, "What, afraid others might think you’re mistreating me?"

So quickly into character, he must have studied acting before.

Mu Jin Huan’s expression remained unchanged, his dark eyes calm, as he uttered four words, "You’re hard to hold."

At her height, she shouldn’t weigh as little as he perceived, her slender waist was fragile, overall skinny, but her body was well-proportioned where it mattered.

Nan Wan was too lazy to argue with him, replying softly, "Okay, whatever you say."

He didn’t speak again, and the car fell silent.

They sat very close, and Nan Wan seemed to catch the thin rhythm of his breathing.

"Can I... ask you a question?"

Mu Jin Huan caressed the woman’s earlobe gently, his voice rich, "Ask away."

Nan Wan pursed her lips, "Are you so sure I would reject Su Zhengyu and choose you?"

From the start, this man seemed so certain, baiting the hook, then just standing ashore waiting, assured she’d willingly bite.

Forcibly entering her life, subtly seeping into her existence, occasionally whispering sweet nothings, maybe it was just a pastime for him.

If the Nan Family had another daughter, if grandma’s villa wasn’t promised as her dowry, he might not even glance her way.

Everything was based on that villa alone.

By marrying her, Nan Wan, Mu Jin Huan could obtain what he desired, and even if the current Nan Family was less than prosperous, they could still contribute in some small way. Besides, having only recently come to power, the complex structure within the Mu Company meant having an ally was far better than being isolated.

And by reaching for the lifesaver that was the Mu Family President, she’d escape the numerous business tools akin to Su Zhengyu, possibly breaking free from the nightmares that had plagued her for years—who knows?

This relationship had nothing to do with love, only a trade.

He needed a wife to help stabilize the Mu Company, while she needed a husband to pull her out of hell.

He had a history; she had an ex-husband.

Just right, quite a match.

After a few seconds of silence, Mu Jin Huan slowly stated, "Unless one’s intelligence is below average, it should be clear that compared to an immature playboy, I’m evidently the better choice."

Nan Wan grabbed the man’s hand, "Mr. Mu, you’re off-topic."

All he needed to do was answer ’yes’ or ’no,’ only two or three words, yet he said so much.

Mu Jin Huan pulled her into his embrace, resting his chin on her head, his voice hoarse, "Be a good girl, I’m a bit tired, keep me company while I rest for a while."

In the hall earlier, Nan Wan had noticed the faint fatigue hidden in the handsome lines of the man’s brow.

The hand she initially intended to move withdrew, "So tired, will you manage at the hotel?"

Mu Jin Huan’s eyes darkened, "Dare to doubt a man’s capability, don’t cry in bed later."

Upon hearing this, Nan Wan’s body stiffened, but then a self-mocking smile crept in.

Tonight’s hotel visit was for the media and Qing City to witness, right?

Taking up the position of Mrs. Mu, as long as he wanted, she had no right to refuse.

Sooner or later, today or tomorrow, it would happen.

Even though this was a mutually beneficial transaction, the power in the relationship lay in Mu Jin Huan’s hands.

At this moment, Nan Wan was more clear-headed than ever.

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There were few pedestrians on the road, all in a hurry.

By the time the car stopped in front of the hotel, the snow had become heavy, swirling as if intending to connect the earth and the boundless night sky.

A layer of snow about a thumb thick had accumulated on the withered bark of the trees.

Perhaps waking up tomorrow, the entire Qing City would be covered with a blanket of white...

Nan Wan, before entering the hotel, seemed to suddenly remember something, turning back to tell Liu An, "I left my phone on the second floor of the banquet hall, could you please fetch it for me?"

Liu An felt a rush of emotions surging within him.

Goodness, why didn’t you mention this just outside Shuyue’s gate?

On a beautiful night with the first snow, who wouldn’t want to be at home with their wife and child? Yet he, Liu An, needed to make the nearly forty-minute round trip again.

How come this future Mrs. President seemed to have a sly look in her eyes? Clearly, she’s someone who would repay a grudge with a grin.

Excellent!

Forcing a dry smile, he respectfully replied, "It’s no trouble at all, from now on, if Miss Nan needs anything, just instruct me directly."

Mu Jin Huan glanced at the woman’s exposed skin, his brows slightly furrowed, speaking mildly, "After you retrieve it, keep it with you, and bring it over tomorrow morning."

With that, he led Nan Wan into the hotel.

Nan Wan said nothing, following the man who clearly accommodated his pace to suit hers as they walked inside.

But why did he bypass the lobby and head straight toward the elevator?

Confused, she tilted her head, "Don’t we need to go to the front desk?"

Mu Jin Huan’s steps didn’t falter, his dark eyes calm, "Have you ever seen a hotel owner needing to register to stay?"

Nan Wan understood, no wonder the staff’s attitude was so good; no rolled eyes or disdain, just a uniform smile like that of an etiquette hostess.

Turns out it’s one of his own properties...

Makes sense, for people of their status, they have rooms reserved in luxury hotels for occasional dalliances.

Pursing her lips, "How was I supposed to know this is under the Mu Family’s name."

Mu Jin Huan stopped at the elevator entrance, the gentle light casting on his face, highlighting his deep-set features and sharp contours.

The snowflakes on his short black hair hadn’t fully melted, but those on his shoulders had already turned to water, soaking into his suit fabric.

Checking the time on his wrist, his voice was low, "I’ll give you a week to memorize all the locations of the hotels and malls the Mu Company has invested in."