MY UNKNOWN HUSBAND, VOLUME 3 - Season 9 Episode 8

Holding a child’s hand on either side of her, Nina guided her children downstairs. She came across Helen, who seemed to be in an anxious hurry.

“Helen, where are you going?”

Hearing her name, Helen stopped and looked at Nina. John was nowhere in sight.

“I’m going to the kitchen! Mrs. Shi, why isn’t Mr. Shi with you?”

“He’s a little tired from last night. I let him sleep in.”

“Mr. Shi hasn’t gotten up yet? It seems I need to make nutritious soup for both of them.” Helen flashed a knowing smile. “Mrs. Shi, please excuse me.

I’ll head to the kitchen now.” And with that, she hurried off.

Nina cocked her head to the side, wondering what had just happened, then shrugged it off and took the children to the dining room.

When the children were seated, Van looked at his mother inquisitively. “Mom, is Dad tired from work?”

Nina nodded. “Yes, he is busier at this time of year.”

“Oh, I see.” He couldn’t seem to understand why his father would be busier at this time of the year, but he did know he wanted to help. “Mom, what can I do for Dad?” he asked seriously.

Nina smiled at her son dotingly. “I’m glad you asked, Van. You and your brother should eat and sleep well, and do well in school. That’s what you can do to help me and your dad for now. We can talk about other ways you can help once you’re older.”

“Why do we have to wait until we grow up?” Don pitched in. “Van and I are capable now.”

“Then let’s wait until you are more capable,” Nina said gently. “Actually, you don’t have to worry too much. Your dad, Leon, and James drank too much yesterday, so they’re having a hard time getting up today.”

Last night, Leon had sent Michelle back to her room. While he couldn’t stop himself from kissing her, he was able to stop himself before slamming into her.

Because Michelle was drunk, she was in a confused state of mind.

He just couldn’t bring himself to have sex with when she was like this. Instead, he coaxed her into sleeping before leaving.

Then, he went out and drank with John and James. He had thought this would calm down his lust.

However, the opposite proved true. The more he drank, the more he wanted to be with Michelle. He had no choice but to get himself completely and utterly drunk.

After all, men wouldn’t be able to get laid if they were drunk.

The three men all got drunk. Alone, Leon staggered towards his room to get some rest.

Worried for her brother, Nina secretly followed Leon upstairs. There, she found him stopping at the door of Michelle’s room for a few seconds before heading back to his own room. However, as soon as he placed his hand on the doorknob, he abandoned it and went back to Michelle’s door.

He stayed there for a few seconds before shaking his head and going back to his own door.

It went like this for some time. He kept going back and forth between Michelle’s door and his.
Nina couldn’t count how many times he went back and forth and just watched her poor brother, stifling back her laughter. If she had only brought her cell phone, she could’ve taken photos to use for blackmail.

She didn’t leave until she saw Leon enter his own room and close the door. Then she went back to her husband to help him back to their room, only to find out that he wasn’t drunk at all. He had just been pretending.

Because he had tried so hard to pretend he was drunk, she decided not to call him out on his bluff.

She simply took the bottle of wine and made the acting real instead. After a couple more drinks, the man who pretended to be drunk actually became drunk.

So what Nina had said was true; her husband was still in bed because he had drunk so much the night prior.

But the truth was, she was happy he was still in bed. He had been so busy lately, he barely had the time to get proper sleep.

Nina said to the children, “Let your dad sleep a little longer.”

“Well, drinking will cause a headache. Ask Dad to stop drinking,” Van said wisely. “Do we need to give him some medicine?”

“No need, he’ll be fine. Just let him sleep a little longer,” said Nina.

“Eh?”

Don pointed at the person playing outside. “Aunt Michelle was also drunk yesterday. How come she doesn’t have a headache? And how come she got up early?

Dad must be really bad at drinking.”

The disgusted expression of Don’s face made Nina burst into laughter.

Van followed his brother’s gaze outside and saw a snowman wearing a bright red hat. “Snowman!” he cried excitedly.

“Where? Where is it?” Don craned his neck to look.

“Look there, Aunt Michelle is making snowmen!”

“Wow, really? Snowmen! Let’s make snowmen, too!” Don happily took his brother’s hand and tried to drag him out of his seat.

The two kids ran as fast as they could on their short, stubby legs. Nina had dressed them up in thick clothes that morning, so they looked like two round rolling balls of cuteness.

Nina followed after them, worried her two sons would stumble and actually end up rolling into the snow.

“Slow down! It’s slippery outside. Be careful not to fall,” she cautioned them.

“Mom, don’t worry. I can take care of Don,” Van shouted while quickening his pace.

The snow was easing off.

Hearing footsteps, Michelle turned around. Instead of running to her for a hug, Don rushed to hug a snowman.

Because he was running so fast, he wasn’t able to stop himself and he crashed into the snowman.

Michelle hurriedly reached out her hand to stop him but failed.

As a result, not only the snowman fall, but also Don. Because Van was holding his hand, Van went down with him.

“Van! Don!” Michelle hurried over to help them. The servants nearby who had heard all the ruckus rushed over to pick them up and pat the snow off their little bodies.

“Boys! Are you okay? Does it hurt? How are you feeling? Are you cold?”

Michelle fired them with a series of questions without letting them speak. They stared at her in a daze, then turned to look at the spot where they fell.

Two clear outlines were made in the snow.

The snow pile where Don fell was so thick that even his nose and eyes were imprinted on it from when he fell.

Van’s outline, however, was a little bit more vague.

“Look! It’s us!” Instead of crying, Don pointed at the two figures in the snow and smiled brightly.
Relieved that his brother didn’t burst into tears, Van reached out to rub a spot on his face that had been pricked by a blade of grass. He smiled when he saw that no real damage had been done.

The two seemed to be fine, so all the grownups heaved a sigh of relief. The servants hurried off to fetch some dry towels and led the two to the house to have a change of clothes.

However, Don shook off the servant’s hand stubbornly. “I want to make a snowman with Aunt Michelle and Van. The one got broken.”

He was referring to the snowman he knocked down just now.

And so, the three of them made another snowman.

When Leon woke up, he glanced out the window and saw Michelle building a snowman with the two boys. Three pairs of hands patted the pile of snow, trying to shape it to resemble a man.

Servants were holding umbrellas beside them.

Then, his eyes fell on Michelle’s hands. She wasn’t wearing any gloves, so her usually white and tender hands looked red. When he saw this, he quickly pulled on some clothes and ran outside to stop her.

The second his hand met hers, he felt icy cold.
When Michelle saw that it was him, she wanted to greet him happily, but he didn’t let her.

“Why didn’t you wear gloves? Your hands are so red from the cold! Why’d you choose to make snowmen on such a cold day?”

The smile on Michelle’s face disappeared, but she didn’t dare defy him.

Her lower lip trembled and she said in a low voice, “I’m sorry…”

Those two words made Leon’s heart ache. He probably took things too far, but he was just worried about her health. Instead of scolding her further, he held her petite hands in his and rubbed them together to give her warmth.

However, it would take a while before that method would do anything.

So he unbuttoned his coat and pulled her towards him. He took her arms and made them wrap around his waist, pressing her icy cold hands against his warm back.

Michelle’s hands were sandwiched between the interior of his coat and the sweater he was wearing, which was as warm and toasty as a small fire.

Worried she’d send him chills, she didn’t dare touch his skin. Leon held her close to him using brute force.

Van and Don exchanged glances. The servants, knowing the couple would need privacy, started guiding the kids away.

However, Don was not satisfied with the outcome of the snowman they were building. It was still misshapen.

He was very reluctant to leave now, but the servants were firm this time around.

So instead, he just shot an angry glare and stuck out his tongue at his uncle.

However, Leon didn’t notice the little ball of anger. He was too absorbed in holding Michelle. The servant who was responsible for holding an umbrella for Michelle didn’t dare interfere with the atmosphere, so she quietly left.

Several snowflakes fell on Leon’s dark hair. When Michelle raised her head, she looked deep into his eyes and said softly, “Leon…”

Leon looked down at her eyes and his tone became soft. “What’s wrong?”

Hearing his gentle voice, Michelle felt a burst of courage. In a sweet tone, she asked, “Are there any snowflakes on my head?”

Leon’s eyes lingered upwards to glance at her head. “Yes. I’ll help you take them off.”

He started to raise his hand, but Michelle reached up to grab it. “Don’t. Leon, there are also snowflakes on your head, too.

We’ve been together until our hair turns grey.”

She smiled at him sweetly.