Mr Fu, I Really Love You

“But if I stay in this position, won’t you feel even worse?” Lin Nuan had her arms tightly around Fu Huai’an’s neck, not daring to move.

Momentarily, Lin Nuan felt something sticking at her…

No longer an innocent young girl who hadn’t entered society, Lin Nuan’s face flushed in an instant. She propped herself back into the front passenger’s seat.

“Ouch…”

Because of Lin Nuan’s movement and the numbness in his legs, Fu Huai’an sharply inhaled a breath of cold air.

“Your legs really went numb?” Lin Nuan had a look of disbelief on her face as her vision swept over that spot on Fu Huai’an, her ears immediately heating up.

Fu Huai’an placed one hand on the steering wheel, nodding. When he spoke, there was a strong tolerance in his voice, giving it an increasingly seductive charm. “The spot that shouldn’t have gone numb went numb too…”

Lin Nuan’s eyes involuntarily strayed to Fu Huai’an’s “spot that shouldn’t have gone numb,” feeling like even her breath was hot.

On the windshield were tree leaves that had been struck by the pouring rain. Lin Nuan stared at the leaves and didn’t look at Fu Huai’an. Her lips couldn’t help arching upwards. “If you’re numb, let’s move on after you ease it…”

At this time, Tuan Tuan had probably been picked up and taken to Tianfu Bay and would have eaten by now.

Lin Nuan’s previously full stomach started to growl a little. She turned her head towards Fu Huai’an, who could properly manage his business but not his numbness and asked, “Hungry? Let me see if there’s a fast food place nearby. Shall I get you a bite?”

“Let’s go back and eat. Auntie Li is keeping the rice heated in the cooker…”

Lin Nuan secretly reckoned it was because Fu Huai’an’s taste buds had been groomed to be picky, and he wasn’t used to eating fast food.

After a long while, Fu Huai’an turned on the windshield wipers, and the scenery before them became clear in an instant.

The heavy rain had all but subsided. He took a glance in the rear-view mirror, turned the signal on, steered the wheel, and drove onto the main road.

In the car, Haicheng Music Radio Channel was playing. The DJ’s sunny and clear voice came through, bearing some semblance to that of Lin Nuan’s, with good articulation. Not sure if it was intentional or unintentional, one could hear a hint of Lin Nuan’s previous hosting style.

Fu Huai’an changed the channel, and asked over the music, “What do you like to do when you’re upset?”

“Watch Crayon Shinchan…” Lin Nuan responded, then couldn’t resist turning her head to ask Fu Huai’an, “Would you think I’m childish?”

Fu Huai’an gazed ahead and was momentarily silent, then finally asked Lin Nuan, “What is Crayon Shinchan?”

Trying to figure out if Fu Huai’an was serious, Lin Nuan couldn’t hold it in and burst out laughing.

The words “veteran cadre” were so apt when it came to describing Fu Huai’an.

Before Lin Nuan could blurt out the words “veteran cadre,” she stopped in her tracks, fearing Fu Huai’an might press on and ask her what a veteran cadre was…

Lin Nuan’s heart overflowed with sweetness, thinking… this was probably the generation gap between her and Fu Huai’an.

“Want to watch what I like with me tonight?” Lin Nuan asked Fu Huai’an.

Without much consideration, Fu Huai’an agreed.

…

After they coaxed Tuan Tuan to sleep, Fu Huai’an and Lin Nuan sat at the head of the bed. He had his long arm around Lin Nuan’s shoulder, and the television screen in the bedroom was playing Lin Nuan’s favorite “Crayon Shinchan.” Fu Huai’an raised a hand to press the area between his brows.

He had thought the “Crayon Shinchan” Lin Nuan adored so much was some inspirational movie or draggy drama series. It had never occurred to him that it was a cartoon!

A five-year-old precocious little brat who only knew how to act like a gangster, Fu Huai’an truly couldn’t find reasons to be fond of him. If Tuan Tuan behaved in that bratty manner, he predicted he’d have to give Tuan Tuan’s bottom a good smacking.

Lin Nuan, on the other hand, seemed to be watching the show with relish. She shared the same blanket as him, occasionally laughing out loud as she leaned against him.

Fu Huai’an felt tortured by Crayon Shinchan’s demonic voice. However, Lin Nuan’s laughter was clear, and so he tried to endure it and continued watching.

The phone at the head of the bed vibrated. Fu Huai’an removed his arm from Lin Nuan’s shoulder and picked up his phone. “I’ll go answer a call.”

The old lady was in the hospital, and Fu Huai’an feared something might happen to her, so he didn’t dare miss a call even if it was from an unknown number.

“En! Go ahead…”

For a man of Fu Huai’an’s stature to accompany her to watch Crayon Shinchan for such a long time, Lin Nuan believed Fu Huai’an’s tolerance had already been maxed out.

Fu Huai’an opened the door to the French window and closed it with his backhand. Through the transparent windows, his vision swept over Lin Nuan, who was watching the television screen with much relish. With the lights out in the bedroom, Lin Nuan’s delicate and pretty features were illuminated by the light from the TV screen, a wonderful smile on her lips.

Fu Huai’an smiled involuntarily as he picked up the call. “Hello…”

…

Fu Huai’an hung up the call. When he returned to the room, he saw that Lin Nuan was still watching “Crayon Shinchan.” He put down his phone and said to Lin Nuan, “I’ll go wash my face…”

Lin Nuan watched Fu Huai’an’s back as he went into the bathroom. Her gaze swept over the television screen where Crayon Shinchan was doing an elephant dance. She felt that for Fu Huai’an to have accompanied her for so long in watching this was already hard to come by.

“Huai’an, what show do you wanna watch? I’ll accompany you.”

In the bathroom, Fu Huai’an was just bending over to get some water when he heard Lin Nuan’s voice. He responded, “Let’s watch Channel 38…”

Haicheng Channel was showing a repeat broadcast of Lin Nuan’s “A Sunday Date.”

Separated by a door and coupled with the sound of water splashing, Lin Nuan didn’t quite hear him, so she repeated, “Channel 88?”

No answer. And so Lin Nuan switched to Channel 88, turned on the lights in the bedroom, and was just about to get out of bed to get herself a glass of water when…

As she lifted up the blanket, she caught sight of the scene on the television screen, and her hand froze.

On the huge television screen, two nude bodies were entangled together. From the surround sound system, one could hear the lust-filled panting of a woman begging for mercy.

In that moment, Lin Nuan’s face flushed…

There were actually adult channels on the television in Fu Huai’an’s bedroom! Fu Huai’an wanted her to watch the adult channel with him?

The water in the bathroom stopped running; in the silence, her body started heating up.

Fu Huai’an wiped his face with a towel, and as he opened the bathroom door from within, the female voice that caused Lin Nuan to turn red entered his ears. His vision swept across the television screen and landed on the bed…

Lin Nuan was huddled in her sheets, both hands clinging to the sides, covering half of her flushed face and only revealing a pair of sexually awakened eyes.

“You’re… planning to leave the channel on for me to learn and polish my skills with you?” Fu Huai’an began moving towards the bed.

“You’re such a rogue! It was obviously you who made me switch to Channel 88! Why are you denying it now that you got out of the bathroom!”

Lin Nuan was peeved. After she raised her head and finished her sentence, she shrunk back down like a quail. The lust-filled female voice still crying for mercy and exclaiming so big so good, made Lin Nuan feel uneasy.

The television in the bedroom was rarely used, so how was Lin Nuan to know that Channel 88 was an adult channel?

Furthermore, if Lin Nuan had known there were adult channels on the bedroom television, would she have needed to ask Bai Xiaonian to send her those videos back then!

Fu Huai’an was already seated by the side of the bed, arms on each side of Lin Nuan’s body. His eyes were churning with passion. “I said Channel 38! It’s currently playing the repeat broadcast of your show. If Haicheng Channel dared to play something like this, your president would have to step down, wouldn’t she?”