Mr Fu, I Really Love You

She didn’t expect Fu Huai’an to ask so bluntly and with such an assured tone. She paused for a short while, shocked, then uneasily tucked her hair behind her ear as she awkwardly averted her eyes. “I heard everything…”

As soon as she recalled how Lu Jinnan told Fu Huai’an she was “the difficult type”, her ears grew hot.

Perhaps in the eyes of men like Lu Jinnan and Fu Huai’an, women would be willing to give their bodies to them when they needed relief.

Fu Huai’an placed the bottle of water next to the warm cup of tea. He tilted his face and flicked his cigar in the trash bin next to the sink, his profile appearing even more defined under the warm lights of the kitchen.

“Did it ever cross your mind that Wong Ling is old enough to be an elder of the Ocean City channel? It’s not like she doesn’t have any support behind her… so why would she send bags and makeup to a nameless makeup artist?”

The smoke traveled out of Fu Huai’an’s lips and dissipated into the air, still unable to cover his piercing eyes.

Lin Nuan had never thought about it. In fact, she unconsciously felt that Shen Weiwei was intentionally lying in front of her to get some kind of benefit—until Lin Nuan heard Lu Jinnan mentioning that Shen Weiwei was the niece of the chief director in charge.

“Did you really think you did a good job this morning, that you managed to protect your dignity despite the cruel ways of society and prevent yourself from being taken advantage of?”

Lin Nuan had undeniably thought so.

Being brought up by Liang Mulan, she was proud and dignified to her core. Therefore, she was unwilling to bend to certain degenerate societal practices. She didn’t like to fight with people or reveal that she had the Lin Family supporting her; all she wanted was to preserve and protect herself.

She felt uncomfortable at having herself being read like a book by Fu Huai’an.

Seeing Lin Nuan unable to give a response, Fu Huai’an continued to say, “You are decently smart, but your emotional intelligence is dismal.”

That was Fu Huai’an’s conclusion of Lin Nuan’s character.

Lin Nuan furrowed her eyebrows in obvious disagreement to Fu Huai’an’s words, “It was never in my nature to be a social butterfly.”

Fu Huai’an proceeded to say in a deep voice, “So you didn’t even have the courage to discuss with me about not collecting the marriage certificate that day?”

Lin Nuan’s throat suddenly choked up.

Fu Huai’an’s tall and slender figure leaned on the countertop. A grounded and distinguished presence radiated from his whole being.

The crowded kitchen was devastatingly silent. All that was stirring was the smoke at Fu Huai’an’s fingertips.

His broad shoulders blocked some of the light. His deep eyes gazed at Lin Nuan, revealing an unreadable quality.

After a considerable amount of time, Lin Nuan watched all the smoke dissipate from the cigar in Fu Huai’an’s fingers and said, “You didn’t send Tuan Tuan over here last night and let me take back my identity document. I thought you didn’t plan on collecting it anymore.”

Lin Nuan thought that Fu Huai’an had chosen to give up on collecting the certificate with her because she was certain that he felt she was the “difficult type”, and because he was unable to accept disloyalty in a marriage, especially after hearing what Lu Jinnan had discussed with Fu Huai’an.

“Lin Nuan, I actually like you—a lot.” Fu Huai’an’s dark eyes glanced at Lin Nuan. He put out the cigar in his hand and slipped another one into the corner of his mouth.

Fu Huai’an’s voice was calm, his deep, mature inflection sounding magnetic, causing Lin Nuan’s heart to race uncontrollably once again.

The sudden confession swept Lin Nuan off her feet. Beads of sweat formed on her hands.

Fu Huai’an looked down and lit up his cigar. The corner of his mouth curved up as he looked at her through the smoke with a serious expression.

She uneasily tucked her hair behind her ear and her face flushed, betraying her yet again.