Translator:
Atlas Studios
Editor:
Atlas Studios
Yes, it’s me,
Lin Nuan replied.
I have something to trouble you with, but I need you to keep it a strict secret.
Lin Nuan hesitated.
I won’t make it hard on you, I just don’t want other people to know…
Okay…
Lin Nuan answered.
I’m opening a studio with my friend and we’re going out today to sign the contract. The other party didn’t look at our contract, they just threw a contract at us after we drank a lot and told us to look through it. They’re leaving thirty minutes later and if we agree with the terms, we have to sign it. If we don’t agree it’ll fall through, but the both us are too tipsy and I’m afraid that there will be something wrong with the terms of the contract, I’ll send it to you… Help me look through it, but… you mustn’t tell anyone about me opening a studio, including Bai Xiaonian…
Lin Nuan frowned, saying,
But, Miss Xia… I’m not really familiar with contracts.
It’s the contract for the theater’s renovation. Don’t hang up, you just have to especially focus on the content I’m repeating to you, you won’t be blamed for any issues!
At the other end of the line, the tipsy Miss Xia said that she would take a photo of the contract and e-mail it to Lin Nuan and that she would call her again later.
Lin Nuan hadn’t forgotten that Miss Xia had protected her last time when they had the meal.
Lin Nuan was always one who knew how to repay others. Since Miss Xia had called her up and asked her, it would be wrong of Lin Nuan if she kept refusing.
Since she did not have her laptop with her, Lin Nuan stood up and walked towards the dining room with her phone in hand, asking Fu Huai’an,
Mr. Fu, may I use your laptop for a moment? It’s urgent…
Fu Huai’an looked up at Lin Nuan and put out the cigarette in his hand, replying,
It’s on the sofa in my bedroom…
Alright, thank you!
Her phone vibrated, showing that Miss Xia was calling again, saying that she had already e-mailed the contents of the contract to her. Lin Nuan rushed upstairs.
Opening the door to Fu Huai’an’s bedroom, Lin Nuan had no time to feel awkward as she quickly opened the laptop on the couch and logged on…
Lin Nuan paused,
…
Assuming that Fu Huai’an used his own identification as his laptop’s password was normal…
Miss Xia, please wait a bit…
Lin Nuan hadn’t even finished her sentence when Fu Huai’an entered and walked behind Lin Nuan, supporting his weight with one hand on the back of the sofa as he bent down…
She glanced at Fu Huai’an’s masculine features from the corner of her eyes, the two leaning too close together… Lin Nuan subconsciously edged further away to the side.
Fu Huai’an looked at Lin Nuan as his long fingers typed out a strand of numbers on the keyboard.
Fu Huai’an had showered, the fragrance of his soap mingling with hints of nicotine, the smell invading Lin Nuan’s area of scent, making her heart pick up pace as she fidgeted anxiously.
Fu Huai’an just finished entering the password when his phone rang, and he walked towards the balcony to pick up the call.
Lin Nuan tried to calm her heart down as she logged on to her own e-mail account.
I’m not sleeping yet…
Fu Huai’an’s voice lacked his usual coldness, replaced by some warmth, making Lin Nuan involuntarily look over at his back as she tried to guess if the person at the other end was Su Manman.
Miss Xia’s voice traveled from the phone and Lin Nuan returned to her senses, ignoring the messy thoughts in her head.
She had no need to be concerned about whoever was calling Fu Huai’an.
Miss Xia, I’m looking at it right now. Tell me what you want me to look at.
Lin Nuan looked through each line seriously under Miss Xia’s instructions, sometimes reading them out for Miss Xia to hear. The deadline of thirty minutes was strict, so Lin Nuan was extra focused, not even realizing that Fu Huai’an had walked in.
Hanging up, Lin Nuan massaged her stiff neck and stretched.
