Translator:
Atlas Studios
Editor:
Atlas Studios
She sat on the edge of the bed and wiped her hair dry, pondering how to talk to Fu Huai’an about Gu Hanyan. She actually wasn’t very familiar with him.
Requesting him to cancel his engagement sounded ridiculous no matter how she thought about it. It might even make people think that she was being jealous and had a hidden motive.
Lin Nuan wiped her hair with frustration.
When Lin Nuan went to find Fu Huai’an, he had already finished his dinner and was heading upstairs.
The two met at the narrow top of the staircase on the second floor. Lin Nuan didn’t give herself the chance to retreat; she opened her mouth and said with a clear voice,
Mr. Fu, I came with a request.
Fu Huai’an, one hand holding a cup of coffee and the other in his pocket, walked up the last step, his tall figure standing against the light. Lin Nuan was completely covered by his shadow. The great sense of pressure made Lin Nuan hold on tightly to the corner of her shirt, her brows furrowed as she straightened her back, subconsciously not wanting to show any cowardice.
Their gazes met—Fu Huai’an’s eyes were peaceful and deep, as though he could easily see through other people’s hearts.
Lin Nuan’s intuition told her that Fu Huai’an preferred those who went straight to the point. If she tried to play tricks in front of him and talked in a roundabout way, she would surely be exposed.
Fu Huai’an didn’t push her—he patiently waited for Lin Nuan to speak…
Taking in a deep breath, she threw away the speech she’d prepared in her mind and simplified her words, saying,
Mr. Fu, perhaps you don’t know, but Gu Hanyan was once Wen Moshen’s fiancée, and up until now she is still waiting for Wen Moshen to return.
Fu Huai’an’s pure black eyes caused Lin Nuan to panic in her heart; she was afraid Fu Huai’an would think she had bad intentions.
Lin Nuan had just finished bathing, and her slightly curled hair fell loose at her waist. Seeing that Fu Huai’an was watching her with a heavy gaze, she tucked her long hair behind her ear to cover up her embarrassment.
As the saying goes, gentlemen do not snatch what others love, nor will they push others into a difficult corner. Mr. Fu, you’re a gentleman. Even if you wish to get engaged, you should have asked the lady about her feelings instead of deciding it with her family. After all, this is no longer the era of arranged marriages.
Lin Nuan spoke respectfully in a soft, yet firm, tone. Her words were direct with no embellishments. Even as she praised Fu Huai’an as a gentleman, it was merely to flatter him and emphasize his position as a man of character.
Fu Huai’an looked at Lin Nuan without much emotion. His cold, thin lips were pursed, and he ignored her words, saying,
I lack a woman, Tuan Tuan lacks a mother, I don’t care who Gu Hanyan’s heart belongs to.
Lin Nuan suddenly remembered the little boy who looked at her with his big wet eyes as he shyly called her ‘Mother’.
Her palms were covered in a thin layer of sweat, and her heart skipped a beat for a moment; she actually felt that Fu Huai’an’s words were a hint towards her.
Distracted, Lin Nuan watched as Fu Huai’an brushed past her shoulder.
Inside the bedroom, Fu Huai’an lit up a cigarette and casually threw his customized lighter onto the coffee table.
Thud thud thud—
Hearing the knocking on his door, Fu Huai’an picked up his cup of coffee with the same hand holding his cigarette, his deep gaze looking up in the direction of the door. He stayed silent.
The results came faster than Fu Huai’an predicted.
Thud thud thud—
The knocking sound started up once more. Fu Huai’an’s long fingers ran along the rim of the cup, and he let out a low hum before he spoke up in a relaxed tone,
Enter…
Fu Huai’an’s deep voice traveled beyond the door, and Lin Nuan’s heart clenched for a split second. Confusion and cowardice almost clouded her heart, but at the thought of Wen Moshen… His name was like a talisman, deflecting away her hesitation.
Lin Nuan grabbed the door handle, turned it and entered the room.
Fu Huai’an sat on the couch lazily, a document lying on his casually crossed legs.
When Lin Nuan entered, Fu Huai’an was placing down the coffee in his hands, flipping onto the next page of the document with a cigarette in his mouth.
She closed the door, her expression reflecting the desire to seek death.
Any problems?
Fu Huai’an didn’t turn his head; he calmly asked the question while biting onto his cigarette.
In the room filled with cigarette smoke, Fu Huai’an’s expression was slightly obscured.
Mr. Fu, you said you need a woman, and Tuan Tuan needs a mother. I think that no matter if it’s being Tuan Tuan’s mother or being your woman, maybe I’m much more suitable than Gu Hanyan!
The rims of Lin Nuan’s eyes were red, and her tone was unfriendly.
You’re waiting for me to say this, right?
Fu Huai’an stayed silent, his eyelids slightly closed. Through the white smoke, his strong facial features were blurred.
If Fu Huai’an didn’t like Gu Hanyan, then Lin Nuan’s outstanding looks could easily gain favor from men. On the matter of being Tuan Tuan’s mother, Tuan Tuan had already taken Lin Nuan as his mother, hadn’t he?
Lin Nuan wasn’t dumb to the point that she couldn’t get Lin Huai’an’s hint.
Even though Lin Nuan had already decided on this plan beforehand, but after hearing Fu Huai’an’s hint, her heart was filled with indignation and anger.
