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He used the back of his hand to rub his reddening eyes. It was just a meal, even if Fu Huai’an did not say to invite him to eat, there was no way he could starve himself to death?
The people who want to eat with him, Fu Tianci, can form a queue from here to Australia!
Returning to the ward, he did not see his mother so Fu Tianci asked the nurse, who replied that she had gone for a check-up.
He wore his leather jacket and called his friends, who were all bad influences, for lunch as he walked out.
On the way to the place they agreed to meet at, Fu Tianci received a call from his mother, saying that Fu Huai’an’s assistant had sent over food and was asking where Fu Tianci was.
Fu Tianci’s straight face immediately grew bright and he replied that he would be right back. Once he hung up, he immediately told the driver to turn around and drive back to the hospital while he called up his friends. He was in a good mood, saying that his older brother insisted on him eating before he came out to meet them, and he generously told them to eat without him and put it on his tab.
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At the dining table, Fu Huai’an naturally sat beside Lin Nuan, making her uncomfortable.
Lin Nuan thought that after meeting Wen Moshen, she would cry a lot, but the peace that came from having a meal with Fu Huai’an after their accidental meeting, and the uneasiness that arose whenever Fu Huai’an would occasionally place some food in her bowl – her emotions did not waver because of Wen Moshen.
Having someone apart from her parents from the Lin family and Lin Chen placing food in her bowl made Lin Nuan uneasy, because Fu Huai’an was using his own chopsticks instead of the shared public chopsticks.
It was not that Lin Nuan was extremely pure, but even though she had kissed Fu Huai’an multiple times and they’d even had sx, but eating the food that he placed in her bowl with his own chopsticks kept giving Lin Nuan the feeling that they were indirectly kissing.
Remembering that when she used to eat together with Gu Hanyan and Wen Moshen, Wen Moshen would always put food into Gu Hanyan’s bowl, Lin Nuan thought… Is that the dating thing that Fu Huai’an was talking about?
Lin Nuan was distracted as she took out a mouthful of food out of her bowl, only for a sour taste so strong that her brows immediately drew tightly together.
Do you know how to raise a cat?
At the dining table, Fu Huai’an asked a question he knew the answer to.
At the mention of cats, Lin Nuan’s fingers tightened around her chopsticks as she thought of Mushroom who she had taken care of for so many years.
Her reply remained stuck in her throat and Lin Nuan opened her mouth, unable to make any sound so she simply nodded and forcefully swallowed the vegetables in her mouth, her sour emotions filling up her whole chest.
Bai Xiaonian knew that Fu Huai’an’s words undoubtedly poured salt onto Lin Nuan’s wound.
Before Fu Huai’an could speak again, the phone resting beside his lighter starting ringing.
It was probably company matters so Fu Huai’an took his cigarettes and lighter before he exited the restaurant to pick up the call.
Currently, the rain outside was really heavy.
Lin Nuan placed her chopsticks down and picked up her juice to take a sip, the chilled juice sliding down her throat unable to mask the change in her emotions; though once the phone in her bag rang, Lu Jinnan raised his eyebrow and smirked, saying,
Even your phones’ ringtones are the same. Seems like Miss Lin and Old Fu have the same interests.
Lu Jinnan’s words hid a hidden meaning behind them, easily giving the wrong impression that he was saying that Lin Nuan was the exact type that Fu Huai’an liked.
Lin Nuan furrowed her brows – she did not like the meaning behind Lu Jinnan’s words.
Picking up her phone, Lin Nuan also went out to pick up a call. The caller was Liang Mulan.
Mom..
When she exited the restaurant, she saw that Fu Huai’an stood beside the rubbish bin at the entrance as he coldly discussed work matters on the phone with a cigarette in hand, white smoke rising from between his lips as they parted and closed. His clear facial features held mild anger to them as he tapped the cigarette ashes into the rubbish bin and his deep gaze looked towards Lin Nuan.
