Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
But Lin Nuan didn’t have the courage to hold up her cup and drink it.
“Mr. Fu, for me, you and Liu Mingchen are different…”
Lin Nuan said after some pondering.
Hearing her call his name so formerly, he flicked his cigarette in the ashtray and said through half-closed eyes, “My ears are wide open.”
He waited with great anticipation to hear the answer he wanted to hear from her—what exactly was different between them.
“Mr. Fu is a very charming man. I have to admit, as a woman, it’s easy to admire how you are successful, mature, and charming in your thirties…”
“What about you?” Fu Huai’an questioned.
Lin Nuan paused for a moment. She understood what he meant and looked at his deep dark gaze with her clear, innocent eyes as she nodded and said in a sincere tone, “I admire you as well.”
Even to the extent of falling for him.
But she didn’t say it out loud. Seeing the corner of his lips gently curve upwards, forming a delicate yet tasteful smile, she felt an unspeakable stir in her heart.
She clenched her fists and said, “In the beginning when I met you, it was because of Tuan Tuan. But then Gu Hanyan became the reason I began to contact you more often—the main cause was for Wen Moshen…”
The smile in Fu Huai’an’s eyes gradually dissipated. He maintained an indifferent pose as he listened to Lin Nuan explain.
“This time, ending up in bed with you…” Lin Nuan paused for a second, “Was purely out of impulse and desire, with no benefits or conditions for exchange in it. But I know where and when to stop. Whether it’s having a relationship with you or marrying you, it’s nothing that I want.”
“I don’t want to play dumb with you, Mr. Fu, when I’m clear with what I want. So I might as well make myself clear today…”
Lin Nuan looked straight into his eyes, the previous shyness on bed dissipating completely, replaced by calmness.
“The life I want is extremely ordinary. My spouse and I would be at a similar age and have common topics—so that we wouldn’t be in the situation where one of us leaves first leaving the other is all alone in this world.”
“He doesn’t have that many girls throwing themselves at him. At most, he could have a few female friends that I am familiar with. We’d be on par with each other in our careers and incomes, and nobody’s significantly higher than the other. Then we can get a nice house together, and our monthly incomes would be enough for us to maintain savings after deducting the rent and living costs. He’d get excited for days just to eat a great luxurious meal every anniversary. He would accompany me and chat with me when I’m cooking in the kitchen—instead of answering phone calls all day and letting me run dull errands by myself.”
“He could finish the food I prepared for him and praise it considerably—instead of me returning home to make a table full of cuisines that I would have to finish myself when he was doing business outside. After a day a work we can snuggle on the sofa to watch television and talk about all the things that happened in the company. We can greet each other good morning in the morning and good night in the evening and be a rock and company for each other.”
Lin Nuan didn’t speak fast. She was originally from a broadcast major and could make sure people clearly heard every single word she said. Her voice was clear and full, pleasant yet piercing at the same time.
“The life I want is so ordinary, yet Mr. Fu is such an extraordinary person. Perhaps what I’m saying sounds futile since you probably never thought about a future with me, or you do plan to collect the marriage certificate with me like last time. But regardless of whether you’re playing me or not, I am not a suitable candidate for you.”