Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love
Chapter 98 - 098. She only makes a slight movement, and he will immediately awaken.

Chapter 98: 098. She only makes a slight movement, and he will immediately awaken.

Such warmhearted concern, and the forceful exploration on the sofa earlier, are two completely different modes.

Nan Wan paused for a moment, then accepted it, swallowed the pills with warm water.

Pressed her lips together, she broke the awkward atmosphere, "Are you coming or not? If you’re coming, hurry up. If not, I’m going to sleep."

Mu Jin Huan’s eyes were calm, without the slightest ripple, his voice slightly deep, magnetic and mellow, "Go to sleep, I won’t bother you."

Nan Wan was a bit surprised.

There was only one bed in the room, and she was too lazy to do something pretentious like sleeping on the sofa, and with his status, he couldn’t possibly lower himself.

So, on this long night, with just the two of them, were they going to lie under the quilt and chat innocently?

But at that time, Nan Wan hadn’t realized that for three years, Mu Jin Huan had slept in a single bed in the army; for nearly six months, he had slept on a hard wooden bed in prison.

Compared to these, a soft sofa is considered luxurious accommodation.

Mu Jin Huan looked at the woman sitting motionless on the edge of the bed, his thin lips curved into a nice arc, "Not happy?"

Then he made a gesture of undoing his belt, preparing to pounce.

Sure enough, the next second, the woman quickly slipped into the quilt, shrinking completely inside the blanket.

A somewhat childish action, Mu Jin Huan couldn’t help but chuckle.

Leaning down, his long fingers gradually dug out the woman’s face from the covers, "If you suffocate, I’ll have to take responsibility."

His deep voice seemed to carry a hint of laughter.

Nan Wan kept her eyes closed and, feeling a bit annoyed, turned her back to him, "You’re so noisy."

After a low chuckle, the room returned to silence.

...

In the spacious presidential suite, only a small wall lamp was on, with dim lighting, making it almost impossible to see anything clearly.

Nan Wan opened her eyes, and what came into view was the man’s tall and lanky back.

After turning off the light, he went to the balcony inside to smoke a cigarette, and from returning to the main room, he had been standing in front of the French window.

Looking down at the snow outside the window, he appeared to be in deep thought.

Merged in the darkness, lonely and desolate.

Nan Wan turned over and stopped looking.

In this unfamiliar environment, Nan Wan had been in a half-asleep and half-awake state.

So, when he got into bed, she knew, and when he tossed and turned, she also knew.

As soon as she made the slightest move, he would wake immediately, his brows knit together.

Indeed, having a stranger sleeping beside you must be quite hard to get used to.

A bit ironic; the two who had exchanged vows of marriage knew and understood each other’s past and present no more than strangers.

If not a stranger, then what could they be?

The curtains were drawn, blocking out the two entirely different worlds inside and outside the window, and that wall lamp had been on the whole time.

In the quiet environment, Nan Wan could clearly hear the breathing coming from behind her.

Until dawn.

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At 8 a.m., Secretary Tang delivered clothes to the hotel, and when passing through the first-floor lobby, she was stopped by Liu An, who was yawning.

Liu An jogged to catch up with her, smiling brightly, "Secretary Tang, arriving early is not as good as arriving timely. Could you help me with something?"

Secretary Tang looked at his sleazy smile, immediately getting goosebumps, and blurted out, "Not on my way, not convenient, no time."

She then tried to walk past him.

Liu An hurriedly blocked her way, "Come on, we’ve known each other for months, we have some collegial affection, right?"

Secretary Tang frowned, impatiently pushing the hand on her arm away, "Can’t you use your own hands or feet to deliver it upstairs?"

Liu An chuckled awkwardly and hesitated, "I have hands and feet, but..."

Secretary Tang looked him up and down as if he were something bizarre, half-smiling, "Did you grow a leopard heart and anger President Mu?"

"Not exactly, it’s just..." Liu An scratched his head, mumbling and at a loss for words.

Faced with Secretary Tang’s disdainful gaze, he sighed and said, "I think I offended the soon-to-be Mrs. Mu. Early in the morning, if I go and upset her further, how could I still work at the Mu’s in the future?"

The soon-to-be Mrs. Mu...

Upon hearing those words, Secretary Tang’s eyes lit up, and she nearly dropped the paper bag in her hand.

No wonder. Apart from asking her to bring the spare clothes from the company, President Mu also had her buy a complete set of women’s clothing at the mall, from inside to outside, not missing a single piece, even giving specific sizes.

It snowed heavily last night, and at six or seven in the morning, it was the perfect time for some sleep. Heaven knows what she went through to buy this outfit.

Though her time with President Mu wasn’t that long, besides the leg-disabled Miss Yu and that Mrs. Gu from An City, she hadn’t seen President Mu care so much about any other lady.

Although she knew well that, as a qualified senior private secretary, she shouldn’t pry into her boss’s private life.

But if a woman doesn’t even have the enthusiasm for gossip, what’s the difference between her and a salted fish?

Gesturing Liu An to come closer with a hook of her finger, she lowered her voice and curiously asked, "...is it that one from the Nan Family?"

Liu An looked at her like she was an idiot and asked back, "Who else could it be then?"

Secretary Tang straightened her face, cleared her throat, and said seriously, "Then stay away from me, don’t drag me down with you."

Liu An gritted his teeth and held out what he had in hand in front of her, with an air of heroism and betrayal, "If you help me take the future President’s wife’s bag upstairs, I’ll buy you breakfast for a week, whatever you like."

Secretary Tang considered for two seconds, then waved two fingers in front of him with a smile, "Two weeks."

"Deal!"

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When the doorbell rang, Nan Wan had just drawn back the curtain, yet hadn’t taken a step, then remembered the scolding from him last night.

The action of preparing to open the door stopped, she turned around to continue looking out of the window.

The snow had stopped, snow-covered the earth, blurring the boundaries, the once bustling city was cloaked in a layer of silver-white, it was a long-lost tranquility.

Mu Jin Huan glanced at the person standing by the French window, then strode to the door and opened it.

Secretary Tang hurriedly lowered her gaze, not looking sideways, and respectfully handed over the items in her hands, "President Mu, here is Miss Nan’s bag and the clothes you requested."

Whoa! Did she catch a glimpse of her boss’s abs?

Wrapped in a bathrobe, only a little bit was showing, what a pity.

Mu Jin Huan reached out to take it, responding faintly, "Have the driver leave the car key at the front desk."

After the door of the presidential suite closed, Secretary Tang abandoned her professional poise, her face now had an expression as though she had seen through everything.

Though the lighting wasn’t great, she still sharply caught the slight fatigue in her boss’s eyes.

Tsk tsk tsk, this was clearly a sign of excessive indulgence...

President Mu must be quite ferocious then...

Embarrassed, covering her face.

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