Mr Fu, I Really Love You

Lin Nuan flushed. Even though Fu Huai’an was subtle, she had caught the hint.

Her face was burning hot, and Lin Nuan felt like she was going to sweat.

Tuan Tuan was kneeling in the back seat with his hands glued to the car window. His tiny face was scrunched up against the window, but he couldn’t make out what was going on.

Lin Nuan’s lips quivered, she opened her mouth but didn’t know how to answer.

She was married and shouldn’t be so reserved, but Fu Huai’an was her only experience when it came to s*xual matters.

They were only intimate a couple of times, and Lin Nuan was still clueless.

She wanted to please him, but she didn’t know how to.

When it came to s*xual matters, Lin Nuan was a blank canvas, and Fu Huai’an was the lone artist who had drawn on it.

Her ears were burning, but Lin Nuan didn’t flinch.

She knew that what she and Fu Huai’an had was different from that of her cousin, Lin Xia, and the jerk she was with.

She and Fu Huai’an had collected their marriage certificate, and she knew that Fu Huai’an loved her wholeheartedly and she was true to him too.

Even though she felt bashful and a tinge of shame, Lin Nuan wanted to try… for him.

“Give… give me some time!” Lin Nuan said in a hushed but firm tone, “I will try…”

Lin Nuan mumbled, and her voice trailed off.

Even so, Fu Huai’an couldn’t help but tilt her chin up with his big hands and start kissing her.

Lin Nuan tiptoed as her hands climbed up his back and held on tight to his shoulders as they passionately kissed.

They stopped at just one kiss as there was still a child waiting for them in the car.

“Let’s go home!” Fu Huai’an said as he gave Lin Nuan’s hand a tight squeeze.

Lin Nuan nodded her head and said, “Yes…”

At that moment, Fu Huai’an’s phone, which was in his pocket, vibrated. He took a look and told Lin Nuan, “Wait for me in the car.”

Lin Nuan nodded and joined Tuan Tuan inside the car.

After Lin Nuan closed the car door, Fu Huai’an slid one hand in his pocket and answered the call. Someone on the other end of the line said something to which Fu Huai’an responded with a smirk. “Yes, upload the part about Gu Hanyan first. Yes, there’s no hurry, upload the rest on Monday night!”

In the hotel’s bridal suite, Gu Hanyan had changed out of her gown and was just about to give Wen Moshen a call.

She hadn’t seen him ever since she had changed her attire.

“Boom!”

The room door flew open and crashed against the wall with a loud thud. Gu Hanyan turned around in shock as she clutched her gown tightly.

Gu Hanyan’s cousin was standing at the door, breathless, her chest heaving as she said, “On the internet… Online…”

Gu Hanyan put her gown down and patted her cousin as she brought her some water. “Why are you so flustered? You gave me a shock!”

“Take a look at your Weibo. Now!” Gu Hanyan’s cousin took one deep breath and exclaimed.

Gu Hanyan’s heart plunged as she handed the water over to her cousin. She logged into her Weibo account, and there was nothing on the trending page.

But as she scrolled down her Weibo feed, she held her breath.

There was a collage of photos of her flirting with different men after Wen Moshen had gone missing. There were also photos of her flight tickets to Paris, screenshots of her chats and photos of rendezvous with various men in hotels as well as of her shopping merrily with friends!

Friends that she had toured with testified that Gu Hanyan had indeed gone traveling with them after Wen Moshen went missing and she had never been to Iraq. Some of them even posted more photos of their travels!