Mr Fu, I Really Love You

Lin Nuan held the towel in her hands as she replied, “Although they’re not the same type, to most females, men like Fu Huai’an are probably more attractive…”

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On the way to Fenglin Garden, Lin Nuan thought over Song Yao’s last question.

After Lin Nuan replied, Song Yao simply nodded silently, her gaze complicated.

Song Yao’s question seemed casual, but thinking back, Lin Nuan’s heart involuntarily started beating faster.

Song Yao once said that she thought she could be firm and loyal in her feelings for Su Heng, but the truth proved that she simply hadn’t met a more attractive man.

Similarly, Lin Nuan liked Wen Moshen for eight years, but she fell for Fu Huai’an after meeting him.

Her situation was clearly the same as Song Yao’s, so when Song Yao got Lin Nuan’s final answer, her gaze had been so complex.

She remembered again what Song Yao said; when two men really stood side by side in comparison, humans would instinctively lean towards the man who had a stronger aura and presence and had better looks. It had nothing to do with vanity or glory—it was human instinct to choose the strongest.

Lin Nuan understood that a person’s looks couldn’t be changed, but one’s vibe and aura, particularly that of men like Fu Huai’an…

He didn’t have the foppishness that often came with wealth; on the contrary, he always acted low-key and stable as though he had everything under his control. Be it handling socializing or emotions, he was calm and neat, never anxious or prideful.

He was still young, yet he had a stronger and more stable aura than most elders who had been in positions of power for longer times. It not only required a strong ability and wealth to support his back, but he should also still have a darker and mysterious story behind him.

Hearing the rushed honking of a car, Lin Nuan snapped out of her thoughts. The car had braked urgently and stopped one meter away from Lin Nuan, who quickly realized that she was spacing out so much she almost crossed a red light.

Apologizing to the driver, Lin Nuan retreated with her bag clutched tightly in her hands which were sweating profusely. With fear still in her heart, she reminded herself to stop thinking about the whole messy affair.

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Fenglin Garden.

Under the guidance of the waitress wearing a cheongsam, she went up the stairs and walked towards the private rooms.

The waitress knocked on the door and pushed it open…

Before she even entered the room, Lin Nuan saw from her position behind the waitress that Liang Mulan, with a bandage on her body, was sitting at the round table, laughing happily as she chatted with someone.

An elegant lady sat beside Liang Mulan, her black hair styled up neatly without a single stray strand of hair. A shawl rested on her shoulders and her figure was slender, her face slightly showing sharpness.

Lin Jingquan wore a neat suit and sat with his legs crossed and right arm on the chair’s armrest, his body shifted to the side as he conversed with someone sitting on his right, both of them seemed like they were having a pleasant conversation.

Since she didn’t expect that there would be others joining them for lunch, Lin Nuan was slightly shocked.

Liang Mulan saw Lin Nuan behind the waitress and smiled as she stood up to wave Lin Nuan over, “Why are you just standing outside? Come in, you’re the last one we’re all waiting for!”

Lin Nuan smiled and thanked the waitress before walking in, only to realize that there was also a man around her age in the room.

Without having to ask, Lin Nuan could already guess what was going on.

She obediently greeted her parents and heard Liang Mulan give out introductions, “This is the chairman of Tianhao Pharmaceuticals, your Uncle Liu, and this is Auntie Liu. I don’t know if you still remember that when you were a little girl, Uncle and Auntie Liu once came to visit our house, but Mama and Papa weren’t at home… You’re the one who acted as the host at the time! That gentleman there is your Brother Liu. He’s older than you by two months and has just returned from overseas.”