Mr Fu, I Really Love You

Chapter 63: Don’t Bet on Your Body

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

What was it supposed to be—him feeding her a cookie after punching her in the face? Lin Nuan felt that something was off.

“I’m not hungry…” Lin Nuan said in a tired voice.

After coming back from Fu Huai’an’s place today, Lin Nuan had barely had anything to eat and only took a few sips of milk before dozing off. She had actually felt drained a long while ago.

“Don’t bet on your body.”

Fu Huai’an said as he bit on the cigarette and slipped into the suit draped over the sofa arm. He buttoned up the middle of his suit so that it blocked the spot Lin Nuan had contaminated.

Fu Huai’an looked smart and dashing in his suit. His gaze was calm like water as if he was a completely different person from the threatening man just before.

His voice sounded mature, his low register carrying an undeniable air of authority. One couldn’t just speak up and go against him, even if Lin Nuan was resisting him inside.

Lin Nuan simply stood there without budging an inch, a stubborn look on her face.

Fu Huai’an moved the cigar at the corner of his mouth as he said, “I didn’t bring your identity document. After the meal… you can come over to get it.”

As soon as Lin Nuan heard that, alarm bells suddenly went off in her head. She glared Fu Huai’an down as if he were a predator.

“Are you afraid of me?” Fu Huai’an asked,

The smoke blurred Fu Huai’an’s sharply defined features, appearing as if they had been carved by a master.

“No!” Lin Nuan snapped back.

“So you don’t want your identity documents?” Fu Huai’an asked calmly, his voice sounding as blunt as ever.

Lin Nuan fell silent. The identity document was the Lin Family’s, how could she not want it back?

She tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear and looked down rather than into Fu Huai’an’s eyes. She said, “I’ll go collect it another day during the daytime. It’s too late tonight and I have to reach the television station tomorrow by four a.m.”

After she had collected herself, Lin Nuan no longer spoke as aggressively.

Looking into Lin Nuan’s reddened eyes, Fu Huai’an whipped out the phone in his pocket and dialed a number, supposedly his assistant’s. He gave the name of Lin Nuan’s neighborhood and asked her, “You have any allergies?”

Lin Nuan was left in shock for a moment. She shook her head.

By the time she snapped out of her daze, Fu Huai’an was already done speaking on the phone.

As he hung up, he said to Lin Nuan, “Go wash up first. I’ll get somebody to deliver a late night meal to you in fifteen minutes.”

Seeing that Fu Huai’an was preparing to take off, she turned and gave way to him.

“No worries, I’m actually going to go to bed really soon…” Lin Nuan said in a low voice. She sounded much more amicable because of his kind gesture.

With a cool expression, Fu Huai’an put out his cigar in the plastic cup on the table. He asked, “Do you need me to stay and watch you eat?”

Lin Nuan’s face flushed as she heard that.

It sounded rather frivolous. And yet he sounded so serious as if he really was going to stay back if she continued to decline.

She pursed her lips and tried to contain her inner feelings of discomfort and embarrassment. She put on a cool expression and looked Fu Huai’an in the eye. “There’s no need.”

The phone in Fu Huai’an’s pocket vibrated again. He answered it as his eyes fell on Tuan Tuan’s luggage case which was apparently still there. He picked it up and walked outside.

Lin Nuan noticed his casual tone. It sounded like he was discussing the matter of him suddenly leaving the dinner…

Fu Huai’an maintained decent boundaries when he interacted with Lin Nuan. As he didn’t want to say much more to her, he left the house.

…

Fu Huai’an went downstairs and stood by the car. He opened the trunk and placed Tuan Tuan’s cartoon-themed suitcase inside, without hanging up the phone.

“Brother Fu, where did you disappear to after you said you went out to take a call?” Tang Zheng asked, laughing, “Did you go to Miss Lin’s place?”

Fu Huai’an opened the door and sat in the passenger seat. He lit up another cigar and threw the lighter in the storage compartment.

“My head hurts. I’m going back to sleep first.”

Fu Huai’an used his cigar-wielding hand to press the spot between his eyebrows. His deep-seated eyes were half closed, the depths of his eyes looking unfathomable.

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