What was it supposed to be—him feeding her a cookie after punching her in the face? Lin Nuan felt that something was off .
“I'm not hungry…” Lin Nuan said in a tired voice .
After coming back from Fu Huai'an's place today, Lin Nuan had barely had anything to eat and only took a few sips of milk before dozing off . She had actually felt drained a long while ago .
“Don't bet on your body . ”
Fu Huai'an said as he bit on the cigarette and slipped into the suit draped over the sofa arm . He buttoned up the middle of his suit so that it blocked the spot Lin Nuan had contaminated .
Fu Huai'an looked smart and dashing in his suit . His gaze was calm like water as if he was a completely different person from the threatening man just before .
His voice sounded mature, his low register carrying an undeniable air of authority . One couldn't just speak up and go against him, even if Lin Nuan was resisting him inside .
Lin Nuan simply stood there without budging an inch, a stubborn look on her face .
Fu Huai'an moved the cigar at the corner of his mouth as he said, “I didn't bring your identity document . After the meal… you can come over to get it . ”
As soon as Lin Nuan heard that, alarm bells suddenly went off in her head . She glared Fu Huai'an down as if he were a predator .
“Are you afraid of me?” Fu Huai'an asked,
The smoke blurred Fu Huai'an's sharply defined features, appearing as if they had been carved by a master .
“No!” Lin Nuan snapped back .
“So you don't want your identity documents?” Fu Huai'an asked calmly, his voice sounding as blunt as ever .
Lin Nuan fell silent . The identity document was the Lin Family's, how could she not want it back?
She tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear and looked down rather than into Fu Huai'an's eyes . She said, “I'll go collect it another day during the daytime . It's too late tonight and I have to reach the television station tomorrow by four a . m . ”
After she had collected herself, Lin Nuan no longer spoke as aggressively .
Looking into Lin Nuan's reddened eyes, Fu Huai'an whipped out the phone in his pocket and dialed a number, supposedly his assistant's . He gave the name of Lin Nuan's neighborhood and asked her, “You have any allergies?”
Lin Nuan was left in shock for a moment . She shook her head .
By the time she snapped out of her daze, Fu Huai'an was already done speaking on the phone .
As he hung up, he said to Lin Nuan, “Go wash up first . I'll get somebody to deliver a late night meal to you in fifteen minutes . ”
Seeing that Fu Huai'an was preparing to take off, she turned and gave way to him .
“No worries, I'm actually going to go to bed really soon…” Lin Nuan said in a low voice . She sounded much more amicable because of his kind gesture .
With a cool expression, Fu Huai'an put out his cigar in the plastic cup on the table . He asked, “Do you need me to stay and watch you eat?”
Lin Nuan's face flushed as she heard that .
It sounded rather frivolous . And yet he sounded so serious as if he really was going to stay back if she continued to decline .
She pursed her lips and tried to contain her inner feelings of discomfort and embarrassment . She put on a cool expression and looked Fu Huai'an in the eye . “There's no need . ”
The phone in Fu Huai'an's pocket vibrated again . He answered it as his eyes fell on Tuan Tuan's luggage case which was apparently still there . He picked it up and walked outside .
Lin Nuan noticed his casual tone . It sounded like he was discussing the matter of him suddenly leaving the dinner…
Fu Huai'an maintained decent boundaries when he interacted with Lin Nuan . As he didn't want to say much more to her, he left the house .
Fu Huai'an went downstairs and stood by the car . He opened the trunk and placed Tuan Tuan's cartoon-themed suitcase inside, without hanging up the phone .
“Brother Fu, where did you disappear to after you said you went out to take a call?” Tang Zheng asked, laughing, “Did you go to Miss Lin's place?”
Fu Huai'an opened the door and sat in the passenger seat . He lit up another cigar and threw the lighter in the storage compartment .
“My head hurts . I'm going back to sleep first . ”
Fu Huai'an used his cigar-wielding hand to press the spot between his eyebrows . His deep-seated eyes were half closed, the depths of his eyes looking unfathomable .
Chapter end
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