Mr Fu, I Really Love You

Lin Nuan didn’t dare to stand in an overly bright place since she didn’t want Fu Huai’an to see her.

Noticing there was nobody outdoors, Wang Quan finally couldn’t contain the crude desire in his heart.

He whipped out a cigarette and clenched it between his teeth. As he lit the flame, he took a quick glance to check if anybody was around and put his lighter back in his pocket. He then glanced at Lin Nuan, who was sitting on the bench texting.

“Lin Nuan…”

Wang Quan’s voice traveled from behind her. She was shocked, and before she knew it, a large hand covered her mouth and nose.

Lin Nuan tugged on his wrist and tried to escape in a panic. Her phone and bag all fell to the ground.

Wang Quan pressed his lips against her ears and took a deep breath, the sweet feminine smell radiating from her making him even more excited. He said in a raspy voice, “If you want to save your father, you might as well pay the price, don’t you think?”

Wang Quan then forcefully dragged her inside the hallway filled with pictures and sculptures near the back of the manor. He pressed her up against the wall in the darkness and kept her struggling hands in place. He kept his hand over her mouth forcefully.

Seeing Lin Nuan trembling in fear, Wang Quan felt his desire grow even more. “Since the moment I saw you in that skirt this morning, showing that pair of fair, long legs, I’ve wanted to do this! The whole day I was too distracted, and all I could think of was how I was going to make it happen…”

Lin Nuan only felt her blood flowing backward. Her whole body nearly froze up in fear, yet she still tried to struggle away.

“The more you struggle, the more excited I get! You are too irresistible…”

“Sir Wang must be too turned on to not care about the location—just eager to get your pants off and get straight into it huh?”

Lin Nuan looked towards the source of the voice. Her tears nearly burst out at that moment.

That familiar, tall figure was standing right there. After feeling extreme fear and desperation, the feeling of being rescued made her want to cry.

Fu Huai’an was wearing the light blue shirt he had on that morning. He had removed his suit and vest and had his shirt tucked neatly into his pants. With his hands in his pockets and a glowing cigarette head in his mouth, the curves and his prominent eyes looked especially carved in the darkness.

“Hey… it’s Chief Fu! My apologies, this chick is just too irresistible! Chief Fu, I’ll move right now if you don’t want me to be doing it on your space.”

Wang Quan tried to grab her by her arm and walk away—apparently, he was too bold to care about offending Fu Huai’an right there.

She looked at him with a pleading glance, the sound of his name stuck in her throat.

“Sir Wang…” Fu Huai’an moved the cigarette from this mouth and strode towards them unhurriedly. “You can leave, but you better leave Ms. Lin behind for me.”

“What’s this? Are you also interested in this chick, Chief Fu?” Wang Quan grinned and said, “But no matter how interested you are, I came first, didn’t I? Unless you don’t mind… a threesome?”

Seeing him not responding, Wang Quan got even bolder and said, “It’s been a while since I’ve had one, Brother Fu…”

Before he could finish his sentence, he felt himself lifted by his collar and a blow land on his face. Wang Quan was hit so hard he didn’t even have the chance to yelp in pain. He blanked out on the floor, his face covered in blood.

Bai Jinyu was the one who told Fu Huai’an about the situation. As he was sitting near the corner of the wall watching the scene in anticipation, he suddenly noticed it had gone too far. Being the neurosurgeon he was, he ran towards him to pull him back. “Brother Fu! Stop hitting him. He’s going to die!”

Lin Nuan was frightened and shocked by how aggressive Fu Huai’an was.

Only those who were beaten by him knew exactly how aggressive his punches were.