Mr Fu, I Really Love You

Chapter 52: Why Make Life Harder for Yourself, Fu Brother?

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Fu Huai’an’s hand rested on the car window with the cigarette between his fingers. Experiencing a mild headache, he leaned his head on the car seat and closed his eyes.

Through the corner of her eye, Lin Nuan noticed that he didn’t smoke the cigarette after lighting it up. He had a troubled expression as he let the smoke dissipate through his fingers.

The distance from Ocean City Hospital to Fu Huai’an’s home was quite far. By the time they arrived and she parked the car, Fu Huai’an was fast asleep.

“Mr. Fu…” she called out.

He didn’t budge, his eyebrows furrowing.

“Mr. Fu…” She tried waking him up again.

There was still no response.

Last night, Fu Huai’an rushed over because of Tuan Tuan’s injury. He must be tired.

Lin Nuan grabbed the steering wheel, wondering if she should just leave him there and take off.

But if she took off just like that, what would become of the Lin Family’s identity documents?

She suddenly felt a wave of drowsiness as she was hesitating. She didn’t sleep all night either and couldn’t hang on much longer at that point. In a few minutes, she fell asleep as well as she leaned on the car window.

By the time Fu Huai’an woke up, it was already half past one. He never slept for long—Lin Nuan’s comforting scent must have soothed his nerves and made it possible for him to have such a relaxing sleep in the car.

He took a glance at Lin Nuan who was fast asleep as she leaned on the window.

She was wearing a skin-toned shirt with a wide V collar. As she tilted her head, the outlines of her fair neck appeared so elegant-looking, her collar bones surfacing and disappearing from view with her even breaths.

The Lin Nuan stripped of makeup had a tranquil look on her face. Her features were so defined she looked like a real-life sleeping beauty.

Fu Huai’an grabbed his suit’s coat from the backseat and covered Lin Nuan with it…

In her dreams, Lin Nuan sensed that strong yet familiar scent. She squirmed uneasily but was unable to stay awake and dozed off again.

Hearing somebody knock on the car window, Fu Huai’an looked up and saw Lu Jinnan. He propped one hand up on the car and bent over to glance at Lin Nuan inside the car. He looked at Fu Huai’an with an ambivalent smile on his face.

Fu Huai’an got off. They both leaned on the front of the car.

Lu Jinnan passed over a contract to Fu Huai’an with a cigar in his mouth. He said with a straight face, “If you’re willing to sue them yourself, Huanyu’s manager will pay fines until they’re broke. Are you sure you want us to settle this in public?”

Fu Huai’an didn’t accept the contract.

“Both you and Huanyu’s manager should be well aware that it’s easier for him to offer thirty percent of the shares.” Fu Huai’an looked down, lit up a cigar and tucked the lighter in his pant pocket. “Your intentions will be too obvious if you carry this out too conspicuously,” he said as he tapped on the contract with his cigar-wielding fingers.

Lu Jinnan couldn’t read Fu Huai’an’s unfathomable gaze through the mist.

He took back the contract and glanced inside the car. “I’ve heard Lin Nuan had an unpleasant interaction with a makeup artist this morning. In fact, she’s the niece of the Ocean City’s television station’s chief executive. Her name is Shen Weiwei.”

Lu Jinnan had a smug-like tone in his voice.

He told Lin Nuan everything about what he heard his morning, including the unexpected audio recording and how Lin Nuan struck Shen Weiwei’s face in front of everybody—and then brushed it off like nothing had even happened.

“Why are you after this type of girl, the type covered with thorns? A woman’s priority is to be pretty, nice, and aware of the bigger picture. Even better when she’s emotionally intelligent and thoughtful. But women like this, who are stubborn and unique to their core; they’re the hardest to crack.”

Fu Huai’an smoked his cigarette, not saying a word.

Lu Jinnan continued, “Tang Zheng came across a girl like that. She’d call him tacky if he sent her cars or bags and call him vile if he proposed spending a night together. In their eyes, finding a woman to relieve yourself of your natural needs is a violation to love. They’re never willing when you’re in the mood, and even Thumbelina is unfaithful and a degenerate in their eyes when it comes to relationships. So why are you making life harder for yourself, Fu Brother?”

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