Chapter 193
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When night fell, Mu Chenyan felt the bed sink. A large stove was pressed against her from behind.
The bowl of ginger tea flowed through her scorching body, and the large furnace pressed against her back, causing her to squirm uneasily.
The more she tried to hide, the closer the furnace pressed against her, and the more it burned. She continued to pull her body to hide.
Seeing that she was avoiding it, the large furnace spoke.
Huh? The large furnace could speak? Its voice was hoarse and sexy.
It said, "Be good, don't move. You know that my willpower isn't that good. If you don't want me to take you now, you'd better be good. "
She felt that the sound of the furnace was very familiar, and it was muffled and oppressive, especially when there was a hard weapon pressed against her waist. It was like a gun, a gun that could go off at any time …
How scary!
Mu Chenyan did not dare to move anymore, and continued to sleep in a daze.
Finally, she broke out in a sweat, and when she woke up in the morning, her cold was completely gone.
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The next day was New Year's Eve. Early in the morning, everyone in the Yuan Family started to move.
The servants changed into new uniforms and shuttled between the courtyards and pavilions, arranging the fresh fruits, sugar, and tea that had been prepared beforehand.
The trees in the hundred-acre garden were neatly trimmed, and the lanterns that could be hung were also hung up. The entire mansion was filled with a festive atmosphere.
The classic color combination of white and red lanterns made the Yuan Family's Old Mansion unique in its beauty.
At the entrance of Hibiscus Garden, Mu Chenyan leaned against the door frame and looked into the distance. There was a faint sadness between her brows, but it was not obvious.
This was the first Chinese New Year since she was released from prison, and it was also the first time she celebrated outside of the Mu Family.
Daughters from ordinary families would also experience this. After getting married, they would either celebrate the New Year with their in-laws, or they would bring their husband and children back to their parents' home for the New Year.
However, for Mu Chenyan, this choice had been taken away — she had nowhere else to go other than the Yuan Family.
Mu Chenwu only gave her his phone number, but he did not tell her where he was staying. Yan Mei was unconscious in the hospital, and she only had a weak perception of the outside world.
The prosperous scene of the Yuan Family made Mu Chenyan feel fearful and uncertain about the future.
If Mu Chenwu did not give up on his revenge, she would not be able to leave the Yuan Family. The day of reunion with the family of three that she yearned for would be an unknown.
While her thoughts were in chaos, the man's deep voice pulled her back to reality.
"Why are you standing here without shoes?" The anger in Yuan Xuan's eyes was so strong that he wanted to swallow this disobedient woman whole!
Early in the morning, the woman went downstairs with her laptop. He didn't expect to see her standing at the door after he washed up.
Mu Chenyan was stunned by his roar. She lowered her head and saw that she was indeed wearing woolen socks in the small tea room to write an article online. When she was tired, she immediately came out to take a walk. The woolen socks were very thick, and she did not even realize that she was not wearing shoes.
"Looks like you're born to be rebellious and spoiled! You didn't catch a cold yesterday, but you want to continue tormenting yourself today. You'll only feel at ease when you get sick, right? "
As Yuan Xuan spoke, he had already carried her horizontally and pressed her against his body. Smelling the faint scent of tobacco, Mu Chenyan said lightly, "I don't feel cold. Why do you always treat me like a child?"
He ignored her quibbling and carried her upstairs to look for shoes.
Mu Chenyan did not know whether to laugh or cry. She was not deliberately throwing a tantrum like a child, and it was indeed because the woolen socks were very warm.
However, in Yuan Xuan's eyes, any argument was just quibbling, and it was better for her to remain silent.
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