Translator:
Atlas Studios
Editor:
Atlas Studios
Lin Nuan held onto the keys which still had Fu Huai’an’s lingering warmth, and she reached over to take her own clutch.
Their fingertips touching, Lin Nuan knowingly ignored her rising heartbeat. Acting as though everything was normal, she asked,
Is your car parked in the basement garage or the first floor?
Lin Nuan was unwilling to show cowardice in front of Fu Huai’an, but her increasingly reddening ears betrayed her feelings.
Fu Huai’an’s gaze swept across Lin Nuan’s ears, so small and delicate… and flushed red with shyness.
Sensing Fu Huai’an’s scrutiny, Lin Nuan straightened up her gaze and tried to remain calm, but even her neck grew red.
Garage.
Fu Huai’an looked away and extinguished the cigarette, stepping out of the ward before Lin Nuan.
Lin Nuan bit her lips in frustration.
Perhaps it was because Lin Nuan and Fu Huai’an were still strangers that weren’t well-acquainted yet did the most intimate thing in the world, so Lin Nuan instinctively felt embarrassed. It made her unable to face Fu Huai’an naturally and calmly.
Raising her hand to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her burning ear, she adjusted her breathing and calmed down before rushing to keep up with Fu Huai’an.
Coming down from the escalator, Fu Huai’an’s phone vibrated—it was a call from Lu Jinnan.
He passed his jacket to Lin Nuan and gestured for her to enter the car.
Really treating her as an assistant?
Lin Nuan took over Fu Huai’an’s jacket and carried it in her arms, walking towards the car parked opposite the elevator.
Fu Huai’an’s car was parked right opposite the elevator and his car plate number was too obvious. It was hard for Lin Nuan to forget.
Seeing Lin Nuan’s slender back, Fu Huai’an dropped his gaze and picked up the call.
Lin Nuan placed Fu Huai’an’s jacket on the backseat before opening the car door to the driver’s seat and sitting down, checking out the familiar car.
Old Fu, I’ve found a loophole in the contract with Huan Yu. Are you still at the hospital?
Lu Jinnan sounded extremely excited.
I’m about to leave.
Fu Huai’an’s voice remained deep and magnetic.
Lin Nuan tugged the safety belt over herself as she watched Fu Huai’an, who was still on the phone. The dim light from the basement’s elevator lobby traced his sharp features and brought out his masculinity, his mature aura showing through each move he made.
Sensing Lin Nuan’s gaze, Fu Huai’an raised his own, deep and dark.
Lin Nuan lowered her gaze, embarrassed, and clicked the safety belt into place, pretending that she was familiarizing herself with the car’s controls as her heartbeat picked up the pace.
The corners of Fu Huai’an’s lips raised slightly as he raised his hand to look at his wristwatch, saying,
One-forty p.m., come to my house.
One-fourty p.m.? We might as well eat outside, let’s go to the Jiang Man restaurant!
Lu Jinnan replied happily, evidently in a good mood.
I still have something on, you can go.
Fu Huai’an didn’t want to speak to Lu Jinnan anymore. He hung up and walked towards the car.
To Lin Nuan’s surprise, Fu Huai’an did not sit in the back. Instead, he opened the car door to the front passenger seat and sat down.
The car was originally wide, but once Fu Huai’an entered, it appeared slightly cramped.
Seeing Fu Huai’an take out a cigarette without putting on his seatbelt, Lin Nuan could tell that he didn’t often sit at the front.
Do you mind?
Fu Huai’an asked her.
Lin Nuan shook her head. Fu Huai’an then rolled the window down and lit up the cigarette.
Your seatbelt…
she said as a reminder.
Fu Huai’an looked sideways at Lin Nuan and seeing that she wasn’t going to start driving if he didn’t put on his seatbelt, he reached over to click his own seatbelt in place.
It had been a long time since Lin Nuan last drove. As she drove out to the bustling main street from the underground garage, she had an extremely careful look on her face.
