Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love
Chapter 23 - 023. Is she... Mu Jinqian’s daughter?

Chapter 23: 023. Is she... Mu Jinqian’s daughter?

"Auntie, is it true?"

Jiashu looked directly into his aunt’s eyes, waiting for her answer.

Nan Wan pressed her lips together, ruffled his hair, and smiled gently, "Of course not."

"But mom always hides on the balcony to cry, she seems really sad."

Hearing Jiashu’s words, Nan Wan could almost picture the scene: in the quiet night, Shen Zhimei hugging her knees, nestled on the sofa, tears streaming down her face but not daring to make a sound.

In Nan Wan’s memory, she had never cried, not even when Nan Ze was carried into the emergency room covered in blood, with his life hanging by a thread, she hadn’t shed a single tear.

Nan Wan remembered clearly, that day, the day after Nan Ze’s surgery, the day the doctor said they were unsure when he would wake up, Shen Zhimei said only one thing: "At least he’s still alive."

In those four months, Nan Wan watched her grow thinner and thinner, yet she never showed even a trace of weakness in front of others.

Nan Wan took a deep breath, each word she said was very clear, "So Jiashu, you have to protect mom, don’t let bad people bully her, okay?"

As soon as the words fell, a crisp and pleasant voice chimed in, "Nan Jiashu!"

Nan Wan instinctively turned her head in the direction of the voice.

The first thing she saw was the man’s chiseled, sharply defined features and his lean, tall body.

As their eyes met, Nan Wan quickly averted her gaze, looking instead at the pink ball standing by his feet, a little girl carved from jade.

With a backpack featuring cartoon characters, a warm smile on her little face, her eyes squinted into crescent moons, she ran over with her little legs flapping, very cute.

"Auntie, she’s my good friend, her name is Qingqing."

Hearing Xiao Jiashu’s noticeably lighter voice, Nan Wan couldn’t help but sigh in relief, perhaps he’s forgotten about the unhappy things... possibly?

Little friend Qingqing had a sweet mouth and was well-mannered, instinctively knowing to greet others, "Hello, Auntie."

The man stood just a few steps away, expressionless, car keys hooked between his slender fingers, his eyes indifferent, noble and detached.

Nan Wan couldn’t ignore the two lines of sight engaging above her, but she didn’t look back again, just smiled while greeting the little girl, "Hello there."

Jiashu tilted his head, curiously asking, "Qingqing, is that your dad?"

He had never seen Qingqing’s mom or dad, the person picking her up was always her grandma.

Nan Wan was taken aback but quickly returned to her senses, stood up, straightening her posture.

"No," Mu Qingqing shook her head, pulling a candy from her pocket, specifically saved for Nan Jiashu, "He’s my uncle, isn’t he handsome?"

Uncle...

Could it be... Mu Jinqian’s daughter?

Looking at her like this, there’s indeed a bit of resemblance in her features, but don’t all good-looking people look alike?

Like the one behind her, she also resembled a father-daughter pair with him.

Jiashu nodded, but in his heart, he still felt that his own dad was the most handsome.