Mr Fu, I Really Love You

Panda Novel

Wen Moshen examined the man who arrived calmly after the kid. He had a compelling presence, and it was impossible to ignore him.

“What’s up, Brother Moshen?” Lin Nuan asked aloud as she was holding Tuan Tuan in her arms.

Wen Moshen examined Fu Huai’an intently, his thin and handsome face appearing hard to read.

Those days, Wen Moshen had undergone an intense inner struggle. He was depressed, and his whole temperament had been stained with a layer of decadence.

Compared with the exhausted Wen Moshen, Fu Huai’an appeared to be fine and held together.

Tuan Tuan grabbed Lin Nuan’s neck and cupped his little chubby fingers around her ears, whispering in a low voice, “The trunk is filled with… flowers! Tuan Tuan is going to send you one!”

Lin Nuan was holding Tuan Tuan in one hand, and the rose he gave her in the other. She looked visibly flattered.

Which women didn’t like flowers given by her pursuer?

Lin Nuan was also a woman. It was hard to be unhappy when she heard Tuan Tuan’s words. She couldn’t contain her smile, and her expression looked flustered.

“Are you ready?” Fu Huai’an walked up the steps as he spoke with a tenderness in his mellow voice.

Lin Nuan nodded. “Yes…”

Wen Moshen noticed the way Lin Nuan and Fu Huai’an looked at each other—a bright, somewhat shy gaze. Lin Nuan once looked at him that way, so he understood the meaning behind it.

If it was because of Bai Xiaonian that Wen Moshen didn’t declare his love out loud.

Then at that moment, as he watched them look at each other, Wen Moshen had a feeling that even if he did… Gu Hanyan’s matters would be taken care of, and he could never get Lin Nuan to look at him that way again.

Perhaps when one hesitated and mulled over Lin Nuan’s age and her fiance, he had lost the chance to confess to Lin Nuan forever.

Wen Moshen pressed his lips together tightly. He just wanted to ask Lin Nuan whether or not she had been to Iraq.

Fu Huai’an looked at Wen Moshen and extended his hand. “Mr. Wen, congratulations on winning over the beauty.”

The remark was especially ironic coming from Fu Huai’an’s mouth.

Wen Moshen looked at Fu Huai’an’s slender, bony fingers. He half-smiled and raised his eyebrows, looking unfathomable—it was undeniably the calculating look of an alpha.

It wasn’t very hot under the sun after the early autumn rain. Wen Moshen felt the cool wind through the thin fabric of his shirt. His arms were cold, and so was his heart.

The loud sound of the security guard’s motorcycle riding over a manhole cover snapped him back. He took a deep breath and reached out to hold Fu Huai’an’s hand. He also wanted to congratulate Fu Huai’an in an act of generosity, but Fu Huai’an was getting married to Lin Nuan, and Wen Moshen couldn’t bring himself to say “congratulations”.

That was Fu Huai’an’s joy and Wen Moshen’s sorrow.

Because Wen Moshen had missed the chance of being with the girl who loved him the most in his life, and there was no way to go back.

Lin Nuan stood next to them both as she held Tuan Tuan in her arms. She saw Fu Huai’an and Wen Moshen’s figures illuminated by the sun and surrounded by golden light everywhere.

She recalled her fate with Fu Huai’an had only begun because of Wen Moshen…

Lin Nuan smiled, and she felt that fate was such a wondrous thing.

Knowing that Lin Nuan and Fu Huai’an were together only because Gu Hanyan went to find Lin Nuan, many things became difficult to speak of.