Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Lin Nuan had to admit that Fu Huai’an’s words weren’t wrong, but her heart refused and rejected the label of being open in bed in front of Fu Huai’an.
It was as though the fondness Fu Huai’an claimed to have for her was all because of that matter.
Lin Nuan tugged her arm back with force, but she couldn’t seem to get out of his grip. Angered, she made her words even nastier, saying, “The first time, I went to you on my own accord. The second time, take it as a one-night-stand, Mr. Fu should follow how it works and stop harassing me in the future! I’m very disgusted!”
Lin Nuan went all out and spewed out words she would otherwise never say in her entire life. Her chest heaved up and down heavily, and she wrenched her hand out of Fu Huai’an’s grip before she turned around and walked away without the courage to look back at Fu Huai’an.
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Lin Nuan ran from through the empty alley and back into the broadcasting building. After she entered the elevator, she stood at the back in a corner, unable to calm down her wild emotions.
‘Even if it was another man, I’d still react the same. One-night-stand…’ Lin Nuan thought to herself.
‘Exactly what stupid unfiltered stuff did I say just now!’
Lin Nuan felt a whirlwind of emotions, and even her heartbeat was in a mess.
Was Fu Huai’an really the man she had met, who was as righteous and strong as the special forces soldier who represented their country’s strength? Why was he so direct when it came to saying dirty words!
Lin Nuan raised her hand and pressed down on her throbbing temple and heard a long-haired lady dressed in formal clothing standing at the front of the elevator talking with her young colleague.
“What do those young boys have on that kind of men who are mature, handsome, and rich!”
“Probably because our ages are different, so we have different standards when it comes to appreciating men! I like young guys, the members of those few boy groups that debuted recently are all so handsome!” the younger colleague said as her face turned red.
The slightly older woman took out a magazine from her bag and passed it to her colleague. Her red manicured nails pointed to the cover, and she said, “Say, are your young boys handsome or are men like this who are rich and elegant handsome?”
Lin Nuan looked up and unintentionally glanced at the cover of the magazine through its reflection in the mirror. It was Fu Huai’an’s photo on the cover.
“He seems so handsome, so manly and so gentlemanly!” the little lady took the magazine from the other woman’s hand and exclaimed.
Lin Nuan shifted her gaze and internally mumbled that Fu Huai’an was a beast in a suit. Gentlemanly was a word that had no relation to Fu Huai’an. His image was fake.
Ding—
Once the elevator reached its destination, Lin Nuan politely said, “excuse me” and exited the lift.
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After Lin Nuan finished with her makeup in the waiting room, she was looking through the content of the interview with Su Manman in the afternoon when her phone rang.
The screen showed Lu Hanzi’s name.
Lin Nuan opened the message, and it was a reminder from Lu Hanzi that they were meeting at 1p.m.
Lu Hanzi was one of Haicheng’s more reputable psychiatrist and Lin Chen’s schoolmate.
Initially, after Lin Nuan had experienced the war and returned from Iraq, Lin Chen was worried that Lin Nuan would be traumatized, so he had invited Lu Hanzi who was rather familiar with Lin Nuan to have a chat.
Afterward, Lin Nuan’s true identity was exposed, and she found out that her mother had a hereditary mental illness. So she went to find Lu Hanzi on her accord, worried that she too would have mental issues.
Lu Hanzi had said that the chances of inheriting a mental illness were actually not high, and even if it did get inherited, they usually wouldn’t show as long as the carrier was living in a good environment. As long as she felt that her own thoughts and behavior were normal and that she wouldn’t lose her rationality and understanding, she shouldn’t have any mental issues