Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love
Chapter 99 - 099. I’m sorry, I couldn’t be by your side last night...

Chapter 99: 099. I’m sorry, I couldn’t be by your side last night...

When Nan Wan turned on her phone, the alert sound of messages ’ding ding ding’ went on for several seconds. In the quiet room, it sounded particularly harsh, and the screen was filled with missed calls and unread message notifications.

Ignoring the gaze overhead, she calmly dialed a number she knew by heart.

On the other end of the line, Shen Zhimei had a lot to say, but in the end, she just asked, "Are you... okay?"

Nan Wan ran her fingers through her long hair and her voice was as usual, "What could possibly be wrong with me?"

Shen Zhimei knew that her question was pointless. How could nothing be wrong...

When you ask someone, "Are you okay?"

The only time it’s meaningful is when the other person’s reaction is clueless, indicating that they are really fine.

"I’m sorry, last night... I couldn’t be there for you."

Nan Wan kept her usual composure, her tone low and slow, "Why say sorry? You know as well as I do, this day was bound to come sooner or later. Whether you’re here or not, the outcome wouldn’t change."

In the past, with Nan Ze around, even if Nan Chengzhi had such ideas, he wouldn’t be too blatant about it.

But now...

Standing by the window, Shen Zhimei drew idle lines on the foggy glass with her fingers, "Early in the morning, still not awake, listen to what I’m saying."

Nan Wan leaned her head against the back of the sofa, her tone much lighter, "You called so many times, worried I’d do something stupid?"

"You’re overthinking it, I really didn’t mean that," Shen Zhimei feigned indifference, "Nan Huaiyu rushed back from abroad at four in the morning, looking terrifyingly grim, the Nan Family scene was nothing short of spectacular."

That aura of hostility made her almost think the company had gone bankrupt.

Nan Wan paused in her movements, suddenly feeling the gaze above her head was even more scorching, and couldn’t help but suspect she might have accidentally turned on the speakerphone, "Keep your son away, I’m not talking to you anymore."

"Tsk tsk tsk, the CEO’s stamina is impressive, not even sparing you in the morning, Nan Wan, let me tell you, your legs can go weak, but you can’t be a coward, you..."

Listening to Shen Zhimei’s teasing full of banter, Nan Wan’s earlobes suddenly flushed hot, she closed her eyes and quickly hung up the call, then turned around to go change clothes.

Just as she took a step, she stopped, watching as the man took clothes out of the paper bag and unhesitantly pulled open the bathrobe’s belt.

If she had turned her neck a second slower, she might have seen something eye-searing.

Suddenly her throat felt a bit dry, she awkwardly coughed twice and suggested sincerely, "Could you change in the bathroom?"

Or the inner room would do, anywhere but here.

Mu Jin Huan raised his eyes, gazing at the woman on the sofa with a seemingly smiling expression, his voice carrying the morning’s hoarseness, "Don’t tell me, you’re shy."

Nan Wan rubbed her forehead, "It’s not that."

She’s just afraid of getting an eye infection.

"Not shy..." Mu Jin Huan threw the bathrobe he just took off to the foot of the bed, curled his lips, "Then seeing you with your eyes shut, are you planning to get some more sleep?"

Nan Wan, "..."

She walked over to the bed, picked up the clothes the secretary bought, and headed straight to the bathroom without a word.

During this time, her eyes stayed on the floor, not even casting a sidelong glance at the almost half-naked man.

Until she closed the door.

After a minute’s pause, she opened the paper bag.

A beige sweater dress, a gray coat, and... black underwear, in her size.

The redness on her ear tips, yet to fade, returned with a vengeance, and even the skin beneath her cheeks began to gradually warm up.

Do all men possess such a supernatural skill?

————

When Nan Wan came out of the bathroom, he was already dressed neatly, restored to the image of a successful businessman in a suit.

"I didn’t drive. Can you give me a ride to the hospital?"

If they lingered a bit more, she’d probably be late.

Mu Jin Huan adjusted his watch, "I’ve already arranged for you to have a day off. After breakfast, come with me to the Mu Family."

Hearing this, Nan Wan’s expression froze for a moment but soon returned to normal.

Looking down at herself, she hesitantly asked, "Like this?"

Wouldn’t it be too informal?

Mu Jin Huan took long strides to stand before her, his dark eyes filled with an unreadable emotion, his voice deep, "Just like this."

Since he said it was okay, Nan Wan didn’t say anything more, leaning over to take her bag from the sofa.

When she stepped out of the room, her left hand was enveloped by a large, dry hand, the warmth permeating her skin.

While she was stunned, the man’s deep voice resounded above her head, "You need to start getting used to it."

Nan Wan matched his pace towards the elevator, her feet sinking softly into the carpet, different from last night’s daze, everything before her was very clear, very real.

Including the person walking beside her.

She turned to look at him, asking softly, "Mu Jin Huan, have you thought it through?"

"Thought what?"

"Are you sure you really want to marry me?"

Just for a house, with hardware as good as his, it seemed quite a waste.

Upon hearing her words, Mu Jin Huan’s handsome face showed no ripple, he calmly replied, "I don’t have the habit of casually bringing women home to meet my parents."

Nan Wan retracted her gaze, eyeing the ascending numbers at the elevator’s entrance, her fingers slightly curling as she returned the squeeze on his hand.

A shallow smile spread across her cheeks, "I was just confirming."

The elevator arrived, and as the doors slowly slid open from the middle to the sides, she heard him say, "Even if you want to regret it now, it’s too late."

Indeed, at last night’s banquet, he and she rose to fame together, likely well-known across the upper social circles.

Before stepping into the elevator, Nan Wan softly laughed, "As long as you don’t regret it, that’s good enough for me."

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In the hotel restaurant on the first floor.

After finishing the milk in her cup, Nan Wan licked her lips, "I’m full."

Mu Jin Huan glanced at the half-eaten sandwich on the table, his handsome brows slightly furrowed.

"In an hour, the people you’ll face may turn your stomach for the day," he poured half a cup of hot milk into her cup, his expression normal, "So eat a bit more while you can."

Hearing this, Nan Wan paused.

To know that who she was about to face, undoubtedly were the people closest to him from the Mu Family.

This man, just what kind of past does he have...

As they walked out of the hotel, journalists stationed outside rushed forward, eager to raise their microphones.

Whether it was too many camera flashes or the reflection from the snow was too dazzling, Nan Wan found it hard to keep her eyes open.

"Miss Nan, there’s a rumor that last night was supposed to be your engagement party with Mr. Su. Is that true?"

"Mr. Mu, you’ve not been back in Qing City for long. Are you familiar with Miss Nan’s past?"

"Miss Nan, yesterday was Lu Li’s new drama’s first promo, but you stole the headlines. Any words for your ex-husband?"