CHAPTER 462: 225. PROPOSAL?

That night, when she asked him if he knew Lu Yao before, how did he respond...

[Ten days ago at the Mu Family’s old house, it was the first time we met.]

This is called the first time meeting???

Mu Jin Huan was silent for a long time, his gaze calm and gentle, as if he was contemplating a suitable answer.

After a while, his warm palm found the woman’s soft hand and held it.

The pad of his calloused fingers gently rubbed the wedding ring on her finger, back and forth, with tender, affectionate strength.

Then, he slowly stated, "Wanwan, when you were pregnant, you weren’t well, Jiu Jiu was premature, and you were in a coma for twenty hours, tracing back to the source, this is all because of me."

His low, deep voice transmitted word for word to Nan Wan’s ears.

He leaned in until their foreheads touched, their breaths intertwined, "Because I wanted to be with you forever, to grow old with you, I selfishly wanted to shield you from unnecessary troubles."

His voice grew even deeper, like the turning of a millstone.

The sun set, and the light outside the car window dimmed, neon lights of red and green interspersed, displaying another side of this busy city.

The deep affection in Mu Jin Huan’s gaze was visible only to Nan Wan.

"However, you can’t falsely accuse me; regarding matters of our feelings, I haven’t lied to you even once."

It was like the fine rain after a drizzle, the droplets accumulating on the eaves finally couldn’t bear the weight, detaching from the eaves, and falling onto the bluestone slab.

The tiny splashes raised all gradually fell on Nan Wan’s heart.

"Whether it was the night I saw you outside the bar, or this very moment."

Nan Wan felt as if she had been swept into an empty city by the fierce wind, he was the king in the city, guarding a wasteland for thousands of years.

And she, a seed, after the wind stopped, just happened to land in the yellow soil of the city.

Taking root, sprouting, then growing full of branches and leaves.

The lonely king finally noticed this lush green tree, gazed at it for a long time, and when he walked over, it was as if he had traversed a century.

Stopping by the tree, he raised his hand to slowly stroke the coarse and sturdy trunk.

The corner of the king’s lips lifted into a faint curve, looking aside at the distant red sky, his voice deep as if filtered through a mesh: In the future, we can watch the sunset together every evening.

Not knowing how much time passed, Nan Wan’s body leaning against the car window grew numb.

The man’s palm still cupped her cheek, she had no room to struggle or dodge.

Murmured softly, "Sweet words, pretentious."

Mu Jin Huan pinched the woman’s nose, helpless yet amused, "Lu Yao is Ah Zhao’s friend, I’ve only seen her a few times at dinner gatherings, didn’t make much of an impression."

He wasn’t good at explaining, or rather, he rarely explained anything to anyone.

So, regarding Lu Yao, he didn’t say much.

Nan Wan moved her sore arm slightly, her pretty brows furrowed slightly, "Who is Ah Zhao?"

He rarely mentioned that period in An City, only occasionally chatting about it when she asked.

The woman moved her arm uncomfortably, although with minimal range, Mu Jin Huan still noticed it keenly.

He withdrew a bit, pulling her body out from the ninety-degree angle formed by the car window and seat back, his large hand rubbing her shoulder, very gently.

Compared to half an hour ago when he twisted her arm and threw her into the car with a grim face, it was like two extremes.

With his deep black eyes slightly narrowed, others couldn’t see anything unusual, his voice calmly steady, "Qinglu’s fiancé."

Fiancé...

That is to say, at that time, when the three of them were in the same car, willing to leave a chance of survival to himself and Yu Qinglu.

"Could it be, the person Lu Yao actually likes is your friend, not your brother?" The soreness in her shoulders gradually faded, Nan Wan then pulled down the man’s hand, "Or did Yu Qinglu once offend Lu Yao?"

In the corridor of the sanatorium, she was at the end near the elevator, Lu Yao and Yu Qinglu in a corner on the other side, she certainly couldn’t hear what they were saying, but...

It didn’t seem like reminiscing.

Because, when Lu Yao walked over in high heels, there was not a hint of a smile in her expressions, even it could be said she was extremely indifferent.

During this period, when Lu Yao met anyone, she always smiled, even when idle wealthy ladies said unpleasant, harsh words in her face, she would still smile.

In comparison, Mrs. Mu seems to care more about others’ relationships, Mu Jin Huan felt a bit helpless, "Lu Yao and Ah Zhao are just friends."