Chapter 45 - Really Burned My Eyes!
Mr Fu, I Really Love You
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Lin Nuan picked up the call.
âXiaonianâ¦â
âNuan Nuan, look at Weibo!â Bai Xiaonian gloated. âGu Hanyan is really becoming famous nowâ¦â
âWhat happened?!â Lin Nuan tilted her head to the side, resting the phone between her face and her shoulder as she flipped the laptop screen up, quickly opening up Weibo.
The matter concerned Wen Moshenâs woman, so Lin Nuan naturally paid extra attention.
âGu Hanyan was still acting like she was deeply in love this afternoon, but afterward someone revealed photos of her being intimate with three menâthe kind that wasnât censored, it really burned my eyes!â
Lin Nuan searched the hot topics engine and clicked on the photos that showed Gu Hanyan naked with three men of different skin colors, the images having high exposure.
She suddenly remembered Fu Huaiâan saying to let Wen Moshenâs woman unable to marry anyone else, and only able to obediently wait for Wen Moshen.
Did Fu Huaiâan do this?
Seeing a manâs large hand holding onto one of Gu Hanyanâs full breasts, Lin Nuan felt her heart burn up⦠Flashing back to that night with Fu Huaiâan. She immediately shut down her laptop with heated ears.
âDid you see it? You think the Wens can accept their daughter-in-law being involved in this kind of entertainment with others?â Bai Xiaonianâs voice, clipped with laughter, rang near Lin Nuanâs ears. âNuan Nuan, you really wonât consider confessing your love to Wen Moshen?â
Lin Nuan didnât answer.
So what if she confessed? The Wens wouldnât accept Wen Moshen having a girlfriend that had a mentally ill patient as her mother.
She hung up. It was 11:10 p.m but Fu Huaiâan still hadnât sent Tuan Tuan over.
She guessed that Fu Huaiâan probably wouldnât send Tuan Tuan over, nor would he sign the marriage certificate with her.
Fu Huaiâan was a mature, charismatic man with a successful career and plenty of women around him. The number of women who wanted to become Mrs. Fu were countless and plenty of them were prettier than her. Unless he really loved her deeply, what man would be able to accept a woman who ran away on the day of signing their marriage certificate, and then calmly go with her to sign it on another day?
Not signing the certificate anymore, it was supposed to be a good thing.
But when she saw the luggage Tuan Tuan still had in her living room, Lin Nuan felt uneasy.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
She felt as though she was a stall owner who had already received the down payment but was unable to hand over the goods, and was then being nailed onto the humiliating board of dishonesty.
Lying on the bed, Lin Nuan tossed and turned, finding it hard to fall asleep.
Fu Huaiâan was a grown and mature man who had already lost the rashness of youth; he should not have the spare time to have a put Lin Nuan on the spot. Since he wasnât coming, it probably meant that he wasnât going to register for marriage with her.
Lin Nuan turned and remembered that night with Fu Huaiâan. It was no longer the conservative society of the past; Fu Huaiâan didnât have to be responsible towards her just because that one night, and she didnât have to stubbornly marry him just because she gave her first time to him.
That night he had made it clearâhe lacked a woman, and he used his stamina to show Lin Nuan that men his age had high demands regarding their desires, so if it wasnât Lin Nuan, he could have chosen another woman.
She was not narcissistic to the point of thinking that Fu Huaiâan liked her; even though the outside world portrayed Fu Huaiâan as a mature, stable man with a clean private life, Lin Nuan still believed that the man retained his most primitive bad behavior. If he was really as clean as what others described him to be, why would he have hinted that kind of stuff to Lin Nuan, and then taken her under those circumstances?
Lin Nuan just happened to satisfy the two conditions Fu Huaiâan had in choosing a partnerâa woman and a mother Tuan Tuan could accept.
Hearing the sound of the increasingly heavy rain outside of the window, Lin Nuan smiled at herself mockingly; a woman was easy to find but a mother that Tuan Tuan accepted was hard, that was probably Fu Huaiâanâs opinion of her.