Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Lin Nuan picked up the call.
“Xiaonian…”
“Nuan Nuan, look at Weibo!” Bai Xiaonian gloated. “Gu Hanyan is really becoming famous now…”
“What happened?!” 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 Moshen’s woman, so Lin Nuan naturally paid extra attention.
“Gu Hanyan was still acting like she was deeply in love this afternoon, but afterward someone revealed photos of her being intimate with three men—the kind that wasn’t censored, it really burned my eyes!”
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 Huai’an saying to let Wen Moshen’s woman unable to marry anyone else, and only able to obediently wait for Wen Moshen.
Did Fu Huai’an do this?
Seeing a man’s large hand holding onto one of Gu Hanyan’s full breasts, Lin Nuan felt her heart burn up… Flashing back to that night with Fu Huai’an. She immediately shut down her laptop with heated ears.
“Did you see it? You think the Wens can accept their daughter-in-law being involved in this kind of entertainment with others?” Bai Xiaonian’s voice, clipped with laughter, rang near Lin Nuan’s ears. “Nuan Nuan, you really won’t consider confessing your love to Wen Moshen?”
Lin Nuan didn’t answer.
So what if she confessed? The Wens wouldn’t 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 Huai’an still hadn’t sent Tuan Tuan over.
She guessed that Fu Huai’an probably wouldn’t send Tuan Tuan over, nor would he sign the marriage certificate with her.
Fu Huai’an 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.
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 Huai’an 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 wasn’t coming, it probably meant that he wasn’t going to register for marriage with her.
Lin Nuan turned and remembered that night with Fu Huai’an. It was no longer the conservative society of the past; Fu Huai’an didn’t have to be responsible towards her just because that one night, and she didn’t have to stubbornly marry him just because she gave her first time to him.
That night he had made it clear—he 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 wasn’t Lin Nuan, he could have chosen another woman.
She was not narcissistic to the point of thinking that Fu Huai’an liked her; even though the outside world portrayed Fu Huai’an 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 Huai’an had in choosing a partner—a 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 Huai’an’s opinion of her.