Translator:
Atlas Studios
Editor:
Atlas Studios
Without asking any further, Lin Nuan got up and walked outside the bedroom.
I’ll be there immediately! Give me your room number…
…
Lin Nuan changed her clothes and came out. Fu Huai’an just ended his call and came inside from the balcony. As he closed the balcony door, he heard some movements in the bedroom and went to check it out.
Lin Nuan was wearing the outfit she had on when she came to the house. She had the new set of clothes in her arms from the changing room. Fu Huai’an removed the cigarette from his mouth. His dark hair had steam evaporating from it.
Pouring rain descended from the dark skies of Haicheng.
Noticing Lin Nuan was leaving, Fu Huai’an put out his cigarette in the ashtray and asked in his deep, raspy and intimidating voice,
Do You have something to leave for?
Yes! My friend… she wants me to send her a pair of clothes at her hotel—she has a similar figure to me, so I decided to take the outfit from the changing room,
Lin Nuan said simply. She didn’t mention a word about Song Yao’s odd crying and her trembling voice.
Fu Huai’an didn’t ask anything more. He put his phone, lighter, and cigarette box on the table and said,
Let me drop you off there…
There’s no need. You just came back from the trip and haven’t gotten a proper rest yet…
Lin Nuan felt her face burning. She pointed towards the table and said,
I already heated the dishes and placed them on the table. Fill yourself and get some good rest… I’ll call you back later.
Despite being in neat attire and looking dashing, the veins in his eyes were still visible. He was clearly tired.
Fu Huai’an never slept for long. He missed a whole night’s sleep the night before and was caught up with Lin Nuan since he got back—no wonder he was tired.
He could see her concern. He didn’t insist and walked towards her with the car keys.
You can drive the car away.
She couldn’t bring herself to reject him. She finally took the car keys and looked back at him.
Have a good rest.
…
Lin Nuan took Fu Huai’an’s ride from the Cloud Condominium to Century Hotel.
Lin Nuan arrived at Suite 3012. She rang the doorbell for a long time yet nobody came to answer.
The carved doors of the suite were closed. Lin Nuan frowned and tried to calm her nerves since she was worried about Song Yao. She dialed her number.
After ringing for quite a while, Song Yao finally answered with an extremely raspy and stuffy voice.
Nuan…
I’ve reached the door of suite 3012.
I will be right there…
On the other end of the line, Lin Nuan heard an odd sound of pouring water as Song Yao rose up.
Lin Nuan stood at the door of the suite after hanging up. She felt anxious.
After half a minute, the right door with carved patterns slowly opened and showed a gap.
Lin Nuan tried to enter the room but was rejected outside the door.
Nuan! Hand me the clothes, don’t… don’t come in…
The gap was extremely narrow. Song Yao hid behind the door, and her voice was shaking.
Song Yao!
Lin Nuan pushed the door open.
I’m begging you!
Song Yao pressed up forcefully against the door. Her voice was full of panic.
Lin Nuan was shocked by her sudden cry. She pulled back from the door and clutched the strands of her bag tightly.
She couldn’t bear to embarrass Song Yao and passed her the bag.
I got it. I won’t go inside. I’ll wait outside for you. You should take this…
Song Yao only had two friends in the world: Bai Xiaonian and Lin Nuan.
She called Lin Nuan instead of Bai Xiaonian because Bai Xiaonian received a call that afternoon that her father got into a car accident and was in the hospital. Yet there was another reason…
Chapter 245: The Other Reason
Translator:
Atlas Studios
Editor:
Atlas Studios
Without asking any further, Lin Nuan got up and walked outside the bedroom.
I’ll be there immediately! Give me your room number…
…
Lin Nuan changed her clothes and came out. Fu Huai’an just ended his call and came inside from the balcony. As he closed the balcony door, he heard some movements in the bedroom and went to check it out.
Lin Nuan was wearing the outfit she had on when she came to the house. She had the new set of clothes in her arms from the changing room. Fu Huai’an removed the cigarette from his mouth. His dark hair had steam evaporating from it.
Pouring rain descended from the dark skies of Haicheng.
Noticing Lin Nuan was leaving, Fu Huai’an put out his cigarette in the ashtray and asked in his deep, raspy and intimidating voice,
Do You have something to leave for?
Yes! My friend… she wants me to send her a pair of clothes at her hotel—she has a similar figure to me, so I decided to take the outfit from the changing room,
Lin Nuan said simply. She didn’t mention a word about Song Yao’s odd crying and her trembling voice.
Fu Huai’an didn’t ask anything more. He put his phone, lighter, and cigarette box on the table and said,
Let me drop you off there…
There’s no need. You just came back from the trip and haven’t gotten a proper rest yet…
Lin Nuan felt her face burning. She pointed towards the table and said,
I already heated the dishes and placed them on the table. Fill yourself and get some good rest… I’ll call you back later.
Despite being in neat attire and looking dashing, the veins in his eyes were still visible. He was clearly tired.
Fu Huai’an never slept for long. He missed a whole night’s sleep the night before and was caught up with Lin Nuan since he got back—no wonder he was tired.
He could see her concern. He didn’t insist and walked towards her with the car keys.
You can drive the car away.
She couldn’t bring herself to reject him. She finally took the car keys and looked back at him.
Have a good rest.
…
Lin Nuan took Fu Huai’an’s ride from the Cloud Condominium to Century Hotel.
Lin Nuan arrived at Suite 3012. She rang the doorbell for a long time yet nobody came to answer.
The carved doors of the suite were closed. Lin Nuan frowned and tried to calm her nerves since she was worried about Song Yao. She dialed her number.
After ringing for quite a while, Song Yao finally answered with an extremely raspy and stuffy voice.
Nuan…
I’ve reached the door of suite 3012.
I will be right there…
On the other end of the line, Lin Nuan heard an odd sound of pouring water as Song Yao rose up.
Lin Nuan stood at the door of the suite after hanging up. She felt anxious.
After half a minute, the right door with carved patterns slowly opened and showed a gap.
Lin Nuan tried to enter the room but was rejected outside the door.
Nuan! Hand me the clothes, don’t… don’t come in…
The gap was extremely narrow. Song Yao hid behind the door, and her voice was shaking.
Song Yao!
Lin Nuan pushed the door open.
I’m begging you!
Song Yao pressed up forcefully against the door. Her voice was full of panic.
Lin Nuan was shocked by her sudden cry. She pulled back from the door and clutched the strands of her bag tightly.
She couldn’t bear to embarrass Song Yao and passed her the bag.
I got it. I won’t go inside. I’ll wait outside for you. You should take this…
Song Yao only had two friends in the world: Bai Xiaonian and Lin Nuan.
She called Lin Nuan instead of Bai Xiaonian because Bai Xiaonian received a call that afternoon that her father got into a car accident and was in the hospital. Yet there was another reason…
