Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love
Chapter 96 - 096. Although your clumsy and cute appearance is still quite adorable, others may misunderstand.

Chapter 96: 096. Although your clumsy and cute appearance is still quite adorable, others may misunderstand.

After a moment of silence, Nan Wan moved her completely numb feet and asked in a soft voice, "Why should I remember this?"

Hadn’t she made it clear? She didn’t want his money, and certainly not his affection.

So no matter how large the Mu Family’s assets were, she didn’t need to know.

Because she knew in her heart that the relationship between them wouldn’t last long.

Mu Jin Huan noticed her movement, and his already tense brows furrowed even deeper. Looking at the woman’s somewhat pale face, he spoke in a low, deep voice, "Though your silly cute look is somewhat endearing, outsiders would misunderstand."

It felt like ants were crawling in her head, making her dizzy. With no feeling below her calves, she blinked her eyes and casually replied, "I have a lot to remember every day, maybe I won’t have time."

His handsome face remained calm as usual, his dark eyes as deep as an abyss pool, "What I need is a Mrs. Mu who can stand by my side, not just a puppet in name only."

Nan Wan only felt the feeling of being top-heavy becoming more obvious and couldn’t help but lean into his embrace, her voice weak, "Okay, I understand."

The elevator arrived, and as the door opened from the middle to the sides, the people inside saw a scene that could spark endless imagination.

The woman was wrapped in a coat, a snowflake-shaped pendant hung around her slender, pretty neck, resting just at her collarbone.

Her whole body was leaning in the man’s embrace, and from the ankle exposed to the air, one could tell her skin was fair and her figure was very slender.

Slightly messy hair covered the small palm-sized face, and her rosy lips moved slightly, making one want to brush aside the hair that blocked the view and see clearly.

Mu Jin Huan’s sharp eyebrows were locked tight, and the arm around the woman’s waist tightened as a cold gaze swept over, hiding a harshness as cold as this snowy night.

The hotel manager standing behind the two covered his mouth and coughed lightly, gesturing with his eyes, and the people inside the elevator quickly hurried out.

After the elevator doors closed, Mu Jin Huan raised a hand to touch her forehead, "Not feeling well?"

Nan Wan pulled down the man’s arm, stood up straight, no longer leaning all her weight on him, her gaze lightly landing on the screen where numbers were changing constantly, "No, I’m fine."

Mu Jin Huan took a profound look at her now indifferent face and didn’t say anything further.

During this time, the elevator didn’t stop, arriving smoothly at the eighteenth floor.

The manager hurriedly opened the room door for them, placed the room card in the card slot, and bowed to inquire, "President Mu, is there anything else you need?"

"Cold medicine."

The manager sneaked a glance at the beautiful figure who had already entered the room and responded respectfully, "Understood."

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The presidential suite was brightly lit and very spacious.

Nan Wan kicked off the heels on her feet, too exhausted to even look for a pair of slippers. After hanging her coat on a hanger, she walked directly towards the sofa.

Stepping on the plush carpet, she felt light as a feather and completely collapsed into the sofa.

After closing the door, Mu Jin Huan gazed at the heap without any decorum, his eyes tinged with gentle affection.

The evening gown had an off-the-shoulder design; without the coat shielding it, a large area of skin was exposed to the air, creating a stark contrast with the black sofa, a strong visual challenge.

His gaze traveled from the beauty mark at the corner of her eye, slowly moving downward.

Cherry-red lips, a slender neck, delicate collarbones, the softly rising and falling curves...

His lower abdomen tightened, the brow bone throbbed.

Mu Jin Huan suspected this woman was deliberately seducing him, and with the pretense of getting some water, he averted his gaze.

Someone her age, yet lacking any sense of safety...

Does she act like this with anyone?

Thinking of this, his dark eyes sank.

...

The underfloor heating in the room was very effective. After Nan Wan eased the stiffness in her legs and feet, she opened her eyes and her gaze just met those deep eyes.

After staring for several seconds, Nan Wan realized he was... unbuttoning his shirt?

The headache that had just eased seemed to return with full force...

Suddenly standing up, she walked towards the bathroom, quickly saying, "I’ll take a shower first."

The bathroom door closed with a ’bang’.

Standing by the bed, Mu Jin Huan leisurely unbuttoned the cufflinks of his suit, casually tossing the tie along with the suit at the foot of the bed.

He took long strides toward the wine cabinet and opened a bottle of red wine.

Then his gaze landed on the frosted glass, his thin lips curled into a smile.

With that much courage, she still dared to speak as if she were a seasoned pro.

He was curious to see how the future Mrs. Mu planned to seduce him...

In the bathroom.

Nan Wan leaned against the wall, already warmed by the steam, with her hands covering her cheeks, water droplets gathered at her chin, then dripped one after another.

Her mind was a muddle, with two little figures constantly arguing.

One said, "Rolling in the sheets with such a top-notch man is a win no matter what!"

The other said, "First of all, you’re not married yet, nor are you in a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship; secondly, Mu Jin Huan’s heart harbors a white moonlight."

One argued, "The current concern is indeed ambiguous, but maybe by tomorrow, or a week later, or a month later, you will rightly become Mrs. Mu. Men have their needs. If he wants it, can you even refuse? Male-female pleasure, don’t take it too seriously."

The other, "Perhaps you’re overthinking, maybe Mu Jin Huan doesn’t even have that intention, and it would be a shame if you hurt your heart..."

Nan Wan shook her head vigorously to dispel the images in her mind, took a deep breath, walked to the shower, and rinsed off the foam.

Without a doubt, there were no pajamas.

She pulled a towel to wrap around her shoulders, scooped up a handful of cool water, and poured it on her face, slapping it firmly.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she then used her fingers to push the corners of her lips into a rising arc.

Turning, she opened the bathroom door.

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The man sat on the sofa, his well-tailored suit pants wrapped around his crossed legs, the cuffs rolled to his elbows, two buttons on his shirt collar undone.

Idly swirling the wine glass, the dark red liquid clung to the glass wall, its aroma lingering at his nose.

His distinct fingers alternately tapped on the table, creating a low sound, his demeanor one of laziness.

Nan Wan instinctively clutched the towel wrapped around her front, took steps heavy as lead, her tongue inexplicably tied, "I’m done, you can take a shower now."

Mu Jin Huan’s thin lips curved into a smile, his eyes swept over her from head to toe.

Under the warm yellow light, her delicate skin reflected an enticing sheen, her face was no longer as pale as before, but much more flushed.