Mr Fu, I Really Love You

To suddenly hear Fang Yan say that she had already drawn up a plan and that she was about to get busy soon, her heart suddenly raced.

Lin Nuan gripped her phone and replied rather courteously, “Sure! Thanks for the hard work, Ms. Fang…”

Ms. Fang had invested plenty of effort in Lin Nuan; Lin Nuan was Fang Yan’s first newbie artist after having laid dormant for the past several years. She didn’t ask for many artists under her wing and was only planning on grooming Lin Nuan for the time being.

Also, while she had rich experience in having singers under her wing, it was her first time working with a talk show host.

Regarding Lin Nuan’s future, Fang Yan’s goal was to push her to the top of the talk show realm.

She had tailored two proposals for Lin Nuan for the past few months…

The last time she spoke with Lin Nuan, she learned that Lin Nuan didn’t have plans to become an all-round entertainer for the time being. Following Lin Nuan’s wish, she crafted the first proposal.

But she also feared that people were prone to changing their minds over time. Therefore, just in case she became flustered in the future because Lin Nuan suddenly decided she wanted to become an all-round entertainer, Fang Yan prepared in advance.

After she hung up the phone, Lin Nuan clutched her chest…

Because of Fang Yan’s statement about acting according to plan, Lin Nuan felt a sudden sense of nervousness.

Fu Huai’an had hung up his call on the other side; seeing Lin Nuan clutch her chest, he appeared shocked and asked with concern, “What’s wrong?”

“I just signed a contract with Ms. Fang authorizing her to be my manager. Just now, Ms. Fang called to say she’ll be coming over to pick me up for ‘The Exorcist’s’ shoot. After that, we’ll head to the AG office to discuss the ad. She says I’ll become busy soon…”

Regardless of whether it was her previous roles as a radio station DJ or morning news anchor, or even with her current role as the talk show host of “A Sunday Date,” she had always been rather free where her workload was concerned.

To hear Fang Yan suddenly say she was about to get busy, Lin Nuan felt a little anxious.

It wasn’t as if she had never seen what other hosts looked like when they got busy. Furthermore, Fang Yan was famous in the industry for being hardcore; artists under her wing had typically shot up in popularity, but there was a price to be paid for that.

Fu Huai’an pursed his lips, his expression solemn. “How busy?”

“Still not sure, I’ve never had a manager. Typically, I used to be free to arrange my time once work ends, but other hosts with managers seem really busy…”

Lin Nuan recalled the previous “Morning News Daily” news anchor, Weng Lin. Before she discovered she was pregnant, she had always maintained a busy schedule with all sorts of gigs that brought in a lot of money, her earnings increasing with time.

The words “really busy” made Fu Huai’an frown even harder. “I hope you take it easy. Why are you working so hard? Like I can’t afford to raise you?”

Lin Nuan gripped her phone, taking the chance to clutch Fu Huai’an’s large hand. “Do you blame me for taking out my temper on you yesterday?”

Fu Huai’an’s gaze was deep; Lin Nuan knew how to speak at the right timing indeed.

In the stairwell, Fu Huai’an got pretty mad too, especially when Lin Nuan slammed the door and left; Fu Huai’an was so angry that the veins on his temples were popping.

But when they got back, Fu Huai’an was still the first to bow his head. He couldn’t bear to see Lin Nuan feel aggrieved, nor could he bear to see her cry.

Seeing that Fu Huai’an wasn’t replying, Lin Nuan tightened her grip on his hand. She lowered her voice, softening it a little such that it sounded coquettish, saying, “I was rash yesterday! But under those circumstances… Xiaonian’s life was hanging on a thread, so I…”

Lin Nuan was starting to master the technique of acting coquettish…

It was just as Xie Jingqian said, acting coquettish would make things so much more convenient, and she would realize the benefits of doing it from the first time she tried it.

Fu Huai’an was a shrewd man, and he could tell what Lin Nuan was up to with just one glance.

He raised an eyebrow, then stared at the aggrieved-looking Lin Nuan with a maybe-smiling-maybe-not look. “Making excuses for yourself while apologizing at the same time. Mrs. Fu, it seems like this apology is not sincere enough!”

One corner of his lips turned up, giving his cold and stern features a hint of sexiness and charm. He withdrew his large hand from Lin Nuan’s hand and placed his phone back into his pocket, taking the chance to slip both hands into his pockets as he gazed at Lin Nuan. “I still remember you coming over secretly to visit Wen Moshen. We’ve not settled the score for that one…”

“I haven’t forgotten. Am I not bending to you now?” Lin Nuan lowered her head with her lips trembling, the softness in her voice implying she wasn’t saying it out of spite but instead truly meant it. There wasn’t a bone to be picked in her tone.

Fu Huai’an couldn’t resist knocking on Lin Nuan’s forehead. Lin Nuan held a hand to her spotless forehead and gazed at Fu Huai’an.

But Fu Huai’an remained silent with both hands in his pockets, his lips still pursed.

The two of them couldn’t very well continue standing there and staring at each other. Lin Nuan wondered if Fu Huai’an would push her away if she hugged him.

Lin Nuan then slung her bag over her shoulder, circling her slim arms around Fu Huai’an’s narrow waist from the front.

Fu Huai’an looked unnerved, hands still in his pockets, not making a move to return the hug. She raised her head, trying hard to look pitiful.

But she couldn’t hide the smile in her eyes; with her lips slightly turned up, she didn’t look too pitiful!

She was obviously confident that Fu Huai’an wouldn’t really get mad at her, so she was gloating.

“Why are you staring at me with that gloating look?”

There was a light sparkle in Fu Huai’an’s dark eyes.

“Who’s gloating?”

Lin Nuan immediately let go of Fu Huai’an, but before she could withdraw her arms, Fu Huai’an grabbed her wrists and placed them back on his waist, then put his hands back into his pockets. “Keep hugging! Who said you could let go?”

The warm and soft little bride in his arms had her smile widen.

Nurses, patients, and patients’ kin exiting the elevators would all look in Lin Nuan and Fu Huai’an’s direction, then discuss them with their lips covered.

An elderly woman was holding onto her partner’s hand as they came out of the ward. The two of them sat on the chairs outside the ward, a cup of hot tea in their hands. As they looked at Lin Nuan and Fu Huai’an, they couldn’t help cackling and commenting on how nice it was to be young.

Lin Nuan glanced over and felt herself growing embarrassed…

With reddened ears, she cleared her throat and suggested to Fu Huai’an, “Why don’t we continue to hug at home after visiting Uncle Bai?”

“Keep hugging!” Fu Huai’an spoke, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.

Lin Nuan knew she was at fault in the first place, so even though her face was already super flushed, she still had her arms around Fu Huai’an. She just felt really embarrassed, so she had her face hidden in his chest.

In her ears was Fu Huai’an’s strong and powerful heartbeat. Lin Nuan tightened her hold around Fu Huai’an’s waist, pulling the two of them even closer together.

Seeing no reaction from Fu Huai’an for quite a while, Lin Nuan raised her head and asked in a small voice, “How long are we going to keep hugging?”

Fu Huai’an lowered his head and looked at the bashful Lin Nuan, sounding tougher than he usually did with her as he said, “You can let go if you don’t wish to hug me…”

Lin Nuan grumbled in silence. Who was the one who pulled her elbow back when she let go just now?