Please Keep Our Secret Marriage Low-key - Chapter 39

Chapter 39: Am I Going To Be Ignored After Being Had The Past Few Nights?

Translator: Atlas Studios

Editor: Atlas Studios

Luo Nanchu bit her lip, unable to speak from the heartache.

It was only after a long while that she released Luo Zhiying.

She said to her sister, “Wait for me. I’ll give you the school fees in a week.”

She paused and inquired, “How much is it?”

Tears swam in Luo Zhiying’s eyes as she responded, “10 thousand yuan.”

The tuition for her education was extremely expensive. A single semester cost 15 thousand yuan.

Her part-time job paid so poorly that she had only managed to earn 5,000 yuan after working there for so long.

Luo Nanchu lifted her hand and caressed Luo Zhiying’s head.

“I’ll transfer the money to your card next week,” she said gently.

“Sister… am I too useless?” Luo Zhiying bit her lip as she looked at Luo Nanchu. She looked absolutely aggrieved and uncomfortable.

Luo Nanchu smiled and asked, “What nonsense are you spouting? I’m waiting for you to become famous so you can fund my retirement.”

She began enthusiastically ruffling her sister’s hair and said, “Hurry back to your dorm. I’m going back now.”

It was only after Luo Zhiying disappeared from view that Luo Nanchu looked away.

She lifted her hand and rubbed her eyes forcefully.

Money was the cause of their helplessness.

She was Luo Juntian’s daughter, yet she could not afford her school fees. This would have sounded like a joke half a year ago.

…

That night, Luo Nanchu chewed on her chopsticks with no appetite as she propped her chin on her hand.

Turning around, she looked at the servant by her side and asked, “Say, do you think Mr. Fu will come here tonight?”

“I don’t know.”

“Am I going to be ignored after being had the past few nights?”

“…” The servant was silent. Luo Nanchu had seemed extremely happy being alone in the villa for the past few days that Fu Tingyuan had not stayed over.

Ever since the night that Fu Tingyuan had told her to get out, he had not returned. It had been a week.

Without his torture, every night was blissful.

However, she was in need of money right now.

Fu Tingyuan had included the payment of Luo Yi and Luo Juntian’s medical bills inside the contract, but had not included Luo Zhiying’s school fees. Now that Luo Nanchu thought about it, she felt extreme regret.

Since she had already made herself sign such an unfair contract, she shouldn’t have been so reserved. If she had known this was going to happen, she would have gotten him to include Luo Zhiying’s school fees and allowance.

Instead, she had to rack her brains over how she should ask Fu Tingyuan for money.

After behaving herself in the villa for a few days, Luo Nanchu felt like she could wait no longer. She was going to go to Fu Tingyuan’s company to look for him.

Coincidentally, just as she was planning to go look for him tomorrow to borrow money, Fu Tingyuan came back that afternoon.

This was the first time after their divorce that Luo Nanchu felt happy to see him.

“Mr. Fu is finally back.” Nanchu leaned against the sofa, brimming with smiles. “Nanchu was beginning to worry that she had lost favor.”

Today, she was wearing a set of pink pajamas which consisted of a shirt and shorts. Her hair hung over her shoulders, and she had a smile on her face. As the sunlight streamed over her body, she looked young, delicate, and lovable. It was as if she were a little princess who had grown up sheltered from worldly affairs.

However, Fu Tingyuan thought of her as a vixen to the core.

Fu Tingyuan walked in, turned on the television in the living room, and started watching the news.

Luo Nanchu walked over to sit by him.

Holding his arm, she smiled and said, “Mr. Fu, Nanchu has something to discuss with you.”

Fu Tingyuan looked up at her indifferently.

Luo Nanchu’s smile was especially charming today.

Her smile was extremely pretty, and it involuntarily drew one’s attention to her face.

“What is it?”

Luo Nanchu looked at him and asked, “Can you lend me 10 thousand yuan? You can write up an IOU, and I’ll return the money in the future.”

Fu Tingyuan’s gaze turned chilly.

“No,” he declared as he drew his arm away.