Mr Fu, I Really Love You

Panda Novel

The next morning, Lin Nuan expectedly woke up with a sore back and numb limbs. For Lin Nuan to not die in Fu Huai’an’s study… She already felt grateful enough.

She would never believe what was on the internet again! How on earth was this letting people fly… It was more like letting people surrender their lives!

Fu Huai’an walked out energetically after a shower. Once he saw that Lin Nuan had woken up, he measured her body temperature and found out that it had returned to normal.

Fu Huai’an went downstairs to eat breakfast, but Lin Nuan was afraid that Auntie Li would see something when cleaning up, so she ignored the protest of her physically aching body to go to the study and open the window to let it air out… She tidied up the study and sprayed some refreshing mist before leaving.

Although Lin Nuan was heavily tortured last night, she realized upon waking up that she had recovered from her flu and fever.

When Lin Nuan was eating breakfast and received Miss Xia’s call to leave the house, Tuan Tuan hadn’t even woken up.

Miss Xia said that the station was willing to film Liu Mingchen’s program, so if Liu Mingchen could find time to, they could do the recording today and push his episode to broadcast this weekend.

Lin Nuan called Liu Mingchen, who instantly agreed and said that he would head to the station immediately.

Since the guest was already on his way, Lin Nuan couldn’t delay leaving the house any longer. Fu Huai’an let Auntie Li pack up the remaining breakfast for Lin Nuan to eat on the way as he drove Lin Nuan to her workplace.

In the car, Lin Nuan looked through the unread messages in her inbox.

Knowing that they were from Wen Moshen, Lin Nuan hesitated and chose not to open them. She didn’t read them, and after deleting them, she simply put her phone in her bag.

Since there was no longer any possibility of being together with Wen Moshen, why would she make herself sad by reading those texts?

Lin Nuan guessed that Wen Moshen had texted her on impulse after seeing those photos last night—once he had calmed down, he would know he was too rash!

After all, Wen Moshen wasn’t a rash person. He was always rational; rationally and meticulously calculating the gap and distance between them, then maintaining a fixed distance from Lin Nuan that was never too near or too far. He had never crossed the line.

This had probably already been Wen Moshen’s habit after so many years. Even though he was agitated because of the photos last night, he should have cleared his mind and regained his rationality after one night.

“Do you know who posted all that last night?” said Lin Nuan, turning her head to ask Fu Huai’an.

Somewhere deep down, Lin Nuan felt that Fu Huai’an was aware of this matter.

Fu Huai’an nodded, saying, “I do…”

Indeed.

“The whole world owes you an apology! No matter what the reason… I won’t let you suffer in silence!” said Fu Huai’an in a calm tone.

Lin Nuan’s heart turned soft, and she looked at Fu Huai’an with red eyes.

This feeling of being pampered by someone—who wouldn’t like it?

She constantly thought back on hearing Fu Huai’an’s words through the door, that his life belonged to her.

Every time she thought of it, Lin Nuan wanted to cry and bury herself in Fu Huai’an’s embrace, enjoying that warmth.

…

Fu Huai’an’s car stopped at a spot not far from the building. In front of them… Wen Moshen’s car was parked right opposite the building. Both Fu Huai’an and Lin Nuan spotted it.

Lin Nuan grabbed her seatbelt and looked sideways at Fu Huai’an.

It was a subconscious move filled with dependence and trust.

Fu Huai’an nodded at Lin Nuan and said, “Go on! Don’t worry, I’m here…”

Fu Huai’an’s words calmed Lin Nuan down, and she nodded back as she put on her cap. She unbuckled the safety belt and opened the car door, stepping out.

As though he had sensed it, Wen Moshen, who had been lying against his car smoking, raised his gaze to see Lin Nuan get out of the Maybach and close the door. Their gazes met.

Wen Moshen straightened up and threw the just lit cigarette on the ground, stepping on it with his shoe.