Mr Fu, I Really Love You - Chapter 103

Chapter 103: Go Back and Think About It

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

Lin Nuan walked over and felt awkward inside. She just slammed the car door with such force and she has to go back to Fu Huai’an with her tail between her legs. Thinking about it made her embarrassed…

In the drizzling rain, Lin Nuan reluctantly knocked on the car window.

The driver’s door opened and Fu Huai’an walked out with the cigar in his mouth. His slender long fingers clutched Lin Nuan’s bag as he shut the car door. Walking over unhurriedly with his long legs, his mature and refined aura made Lin Nuan wonder if what he just said in the car that made her flush was just an illusion.

Fu Huai’an didn’t trouble her and passed her the bag.

Lin Nuan looked at his arched nose and thin lips. She reached out to take the bag and said with good manners, “Thank you…”

Surprisingly Fu Huai’an didn’t let go. Lin Nuan furrowed her eyebrows and recalled how he was holding her documents in the hospital that afternoon.

She wanted to yank back her purse and as soon she tried to do so… she felt pulled forward a step by Fu Huai’an. Her heart began to race.

“Think about what I said when you go back home, okay?”

The distance between them was a bit compromising but still safe. Fu Huai’an didn’t do anything out of line, but his gaze was so deep it made her heart beat faster.

Lin Nuan suppressed her bedazzled heart and nodded nonchalantly, “Okay…”

As he got his answer, Fu Huai’an let go of the bag. He kept one hand in his pocket and flicked his cigar and he said, “Go back upstairs then.”

…

Lin Nuan’s messed up feelings by Fu Huai’an only began to cool down when the elevator reached her floor.

As she walked out the elevator… she spotted someone at the door of her house. She was wearing a baseball cap, dark glasses, and a mouth mask, a trendy flower embroidered denim jacket, black pants, with white sports shoes. She was sitting on her luggage case and looking down blankly.

As she heard the door of the elevator open, the girl looked towards Lin Nuan’s direction and stood up, her sweet, soft voice with a hint of raspiness inside, “Nuan…”

The person standing at Lin Nuan’s door was her and Bai Xiaonian’s very close friend Song Yao from university.

At that time when the three of them graduated from university, they all had great anticipation for the future. Yet Song Yao couldn’t handle the difficulties since entering the Radio Station and was unwilling to follow the unspoken rules. As she also did not know how to control her shine on occasions, she was forced to leave the radio station.

Yet nobody expected how things took a drastic turn. Song Yao surprisingly got into the entertainment business and rose to fame from one fantasy fighting show.

Today, Song Yao was one of the renowned young actresses in mainland China and received continuous roles and advertisement gigs.

Noticing the heaviness in Song Yao’s voice, Lin Nuan opened the door and let her in first.

Her face was still a bit hot. She put her purse and documents on the shoe rack and helped Song Yao bring in her luggage.

“Weren’t you filming overseas…”

Before Lin Nuan could finish her sentence, she was shocked to see that Song Yao had bruises on her nose and face after she removed her hat and glasses.

…

When Bai Xiaonian rushed over after the show, Song Yao had already changed into Lin Nuan’s comfortable home clothes and pulled her hair up into a neat bun. She was handling a fresh fish in the kitchen with her sleeves rolled up and didn’t say a single word nor shed one tear.

Bai Xiaonian came in such a hurry that her shoes were soaked.

She kept one hand on the shoe rack and glanced towards the kitchen as she leaned over and changed out of her high-heels. She lowered her voice and asked Lin Nuan, “What’s going on? Did she break up with that Su guy?”

Lin Nuan shook her head. Bai Xiaonian also didn’t think it was likely since they met Song Yao’s boyfriend before. He didn’t have the best etiquette but he most certainly wasn’t the type to hit a woman.