Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Grandpa Lin had chosen Gu Shaoting to be Lin Nuan’s fiancé back when she was still with the Lins. He was the fiancé of the Lin family’s second daughter, not Lin Nuan’s.
Wen Moshen took a deep puff; it tasted bitter.
He crushed the remainder of his cigarette in the ashtray of the rubbish bin, lowered his eyes, and said, “Perhaps… registering the marriage is just one of his means to get the girl? If it wasn’t for my return that day, he might have come up with another excuse to not register the marriage. Lin Nuan, you are a smart girl, so why can’t you be rational about this?”
“It’s impossible to be rational about feelings, if one could decide rationally, then it wouldn’t be based on feelings.”
If one could choose rationally, then Lin Nuan wished that she had never chosen to like Wen Moshen. The dead Lin Xia could also have chosen not to like that jerk.
That way, Lin Nuan wouldn’t have been so stifled in the past, and Lin Xia wouldn’t have to endure the grief and pain of the gossip.
Lin Nuan words made Wen Moshen’s heart hurt. He took out another cigarette from the pack and put it to his lips as he lit up the cigarette. He had no words to refute her.
The anger that had accumulated in his chest was slowly taken over by an immense sense of guilt.
Lin Nuan put her hands in her pocket and composed herself. She smiled faintly and said, “How’s the wedding preparations coming along? Do you need my help?”
Wen Moshen gazed at Lin Nuan and said softly, “There’s nothing much to prepare…”
“I will be there on the dot and will remember to give you a huge red packet!” Lin Nuan said with ease, “To be given a new lease of life after the calamity and to be newly-wed—both are happy occasions that ought to be celebrated!”
To be newly-wed…
If it was marrying someone you loved, then it definitely was a happy occasion.
Wen Moshen could tell from Lin Nuan’s tone that she wanted to end the conversation. He said in a deep voice, “Let me send you to the supermarket.”
“You don’t have to, it’s only a stone’s throw away. I will just treat it as exercise.”
Lin Nuan said as she opened her umbrella. She urged Wen Moshen. “Be careful while driving.”
Wen Moshen nodded. He wanted to see her leave and pretended to be calm as he lifted the cigarette in his hand and said, “You go ahead. I will leave after this cigarette.”
There were some words that Wen Moshen hadn’t said before that he couldn’t bring himself to say it then either.
In the past, Wen Moshen only felt that it was a great pity when a couple was destined to meet but not fated to be together. Experiencing it himself… it meant a sense of helplessness eternally etched in one’s memory.
Holding the umbrella, Lin Nuan walked down the steps with her back to Wen Moshen. The perfect smile on her face vanished slowly as her eyes started to well up with tears. She took a deep breath and quickly composed herself.
Lin Nuan took the conversation with Wen Moshen as closure for her unrequited love for the past eight to nine years. Although her heart was churning, it wasn’t as distressing as before. Nonetheless, she was still choked with emotions.
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Lin Nuan bought two big bags of groceries, and as she pushed her trolley out from the supermarket, mulling over how to make her way back, she saw Fu Huai’an’s tall figure at the exit.
He had just showered and wore a clean suit that his assistant had sent over to Lin Nuan’s house. He looked meticulous and refined.
He stood next to the garbage bin, impeccably attired, with his back facing the supermarket exit. One of his hands was in his pocket, and the other was holding his phone and a cigarette. His penetrating eyes were gazing at the new McDonald’s product launch posters on the wall as he talked on the phone. He exuded the cool aura and manner of a successful person.