Mr Fu, I Really Love You

Lin Nuan looked out the glass window with a distant gaze…

The busy Haicheng was covered under the rainbows, the bright colored specks blurring amidst the mist, decorating Haicheng’s night scenery.

Lin Nuan’s face as she was deep in thought was reflected on the transparent glass dotted with rain.

“Ding-dong—”

Hearing the ringing of the doorbell, Lin Nuan returned to her senses and stood up to answer the door with her towel around her neck.

Learning from the previous lesson, Lin Nuan did not open the door directly. Wearing a jacket over her clothes, she looked out the peephole.

Lin Chen’s tall and broad figure stood outside the door, his suit jacket neat and stiff as he held in his hands the bag she’d left in the hospital earlier that day.

The office lady neighbor who came back from her overtime work saw a man standing outside Lin Nuan’s door. As a single lady, she couldn’t help look over curiously…

Lin Chen who was in his early 30s not only had an elegant look but also the steady and strong vibe of a successful man.

Even if Lin Chen’s suit was informal and he’d left the jacket unbuttoned, he hadn’t fastened on a tie and the first few buttons of his shirt were also unbuttoned, Lin Nuan’s secretary neighbor could accurately guess that Lin Chen belonged to the upper-class.

A member of the upper-class… They always had a strong and intimidating vibe about them and could easily dominate others without having to do so intentionally.

Seeing that Lin Chen’s hand held onto a lady’s handbag, the neighbor showed her distaste with a twitch of her lips. A female anchor and a member of the upper-class—it didn’t need much imagination for people to easily draw up an image of an exchange of power and one’s body.

Getting no reply, he pressed the doorbell once more.

Just as Lin Nuan’s neighbor was entering her door, she turned to take a proper look at Lin Chen only to see his handsome profile that had a coldness to it. She felt her heartbeat pick up the pace for a while.

Lin Chen, the President of the Lin organization, she had seen Lin Chen’s photo on a magazine before and had had fantasies about his attractively elegant and masculine face.

Seeing Lin Chen’s deep eyes glance sideways at her, her face reddened in shyness. Just as the neighbor who had faith in her looks was wondering whether or not to greet him, Lin Nuan opened the door.

“Brother…”

Seeing Lin Chen holding onto her bag through the peephole, Lin Nuan didn’t ask the obvious but simply greeted him.

Lin Chen looked at Lin Nuan; her wet long hair was tucked behind her ears, revealing her delicate ears and the gentle line of her jaw. Her aura remained refreshing mixed with some warmth and gentleness, causing Lin Chen’s gaze to deepen.

“You left your bag in the hospital today so Mom told me to come over and give it to you. She also has some stuff she wants you to know…” Lin Chen’s deep and thick voice sounded a bit hoarse, the power of someone who had been used to being part of the upper class seeping through.

Lin Nuan left without even taking her bag. Lin Chen and Liang Mulan knew that Lin Nuan must have heard Lin Ran’s untimely words so she chose to leave quietly.

She pursed her lips and opened the door, inviting Lin Chen inside.

It was Lin Chen’s first time stepping into the apartment Lin Nuan rented. It wasn’t big but it was clean and homely, full of Lin Nuan’s traces, making it very comfortable.

Seeing Lin Chen casually place her bag onto the shoe cabinet but didn’t rush to go in, Lin Nuan said, “I don’t have suitable slippers here, just enter like this, Brother…”

As she walked towards the kitchen, Lin Nuan asked, “Do you want to drink the red tea Mom brought over last time or plain water?”

Lin Chen raised his feet and his polished leather shoes stepped onto the spotless floor, his gaze following her back as he replied, “Plain water is fine.”