Mr Fu, I Really Love You

She didn’t even know if Shi Hanchu liked Jiang Mingzhu’s looks or her as a person!

If it was her, then why was he not moved at all when she stood before Shi Hanchu?

Shi Hanchu was expressionless as he sat there and stared straight at Su Manman.

Su Manman nodded in confusion and chuckled. “I got it. You can leave now.”

Shi Hanchu frowned. He felt that there was something wrong with Su Manman’s mood even though she was smiling.

“I’ll stay here tonight…” Shi Hanchu was determined.

“Okay!” Su Manman tilted her head with a cold smile on her face, like a wisp of smoke. “However, since we’re both public figures, we won’t be able to get away with it if someone were to take a picture. It’s none of my business if your reputation is ruined.”

Shi Hanchu pursed his lips.

Without waiting for Shi Hanchu to say anything, Su Manman struck Shi Hanchu’s leg with her foot. “Excuse me… the patient needs to rest!”

Shi Hanchu was sitting on the coffee table, and his long legs occupied almost all the space between the coffee table and the single-seater. With Su Manman trapped in the middle, their posture was a little ambiguous.

Shi Hanchu got up and made way for Su Manman to climb onto the bed…

The patient’s uniform was a little unsteady on her, showing how skinny Su Manman was.

Su Manman leaned against the bed and switched on her phone, mindlessly playing games.

After a while, she saw Shi Hanchu take off his coat and prepare to lie on the sofa. He was really planning to stay there for the night. She put down her phone and called him, “Hey, Shi Hanchu…”

Shi Hanchu turned around and saw Su Manman smiling in a pretentious manner. “You’re Jiang Mingzhu’s best friend. So you’re guarding me here because you’re afraid that Jiang Mingzhu would feel uneasy, right?”

Shi Hanchu shook his jacket. “Right…”

“Having cleared her name, and letting die in peace, I don’t think what you’re doing now is enough to repay such a great favor, right?” Su Manman said.

Shi Hanchu put down his coat and sat on the sofa, asking Su Manman, “Then how do you want me to repay you?”

“Let’s get married! You’ll give yourself to me…” Su Manman’s lips curled up slightly as she spoke, a seductive smile on her face. “It’s not that I’m forcing you to have a relationship with me. We’re all pretty busy, so let’s make it two years! It can also save me from going on blind dates with all the handsome men my family introduces for two years…”

Shi Hanchu stared at Su Manman, then said after a long while, “This won’t do. Go to sleep… and think about what you want again. I’ll try my best to satisfy your request!”

Shi Hanchu had already laid down and covered himself with his jacket…

The sofa was clearly not long enough for Shi Hanchu, who was nearly 1.9 meters tall.

Su Manman gripped her phone tightly and smiled as she said, “Why not…? Jiang Mingzhu is dead. Is Best Actor Shi Hanchu really planning to keep watch for her for the rest of his life?”

Shi Hanchu didn’t say anything. Su Manman merely looked at Shi Hanchu calmly and indifferently. Finally, she turned off the lights and laid down.

The curtains weren’t drawn. Su Manman laid down and looked at the bright moon.

The cold white light was no different from Su Manman’s mood.

The next morning, when Su Manman woke up, Shi Hanchu had already left.

There was a note under thermos on the coffee table…

Su Manman recognized the handwriting. It was Shi Hanchu’s!

Like an iron hook, the handwriting was firm and powerful.

Shi Hanchu said that this was Su Manman’s breakfast and reminded her to finish the herbal soup.

Su Manman sat on the sofa, crumpled the paper into a ball, and held it in her hand. She looked at the thermos, not saying a word…

When Old Madam Fu came to bring her the breakfast that their servants at home had made, she saw another thermos on the coffee table.

“What is this? Did someone send breakfast over?” Old Madam Fu asked.

“No…” Su Manman smiled and got up. She put her arms around her grandmother’s shoulders and looked at the table full of dishes. “Wow, there are so many of them… I can’t even taste them. Grandma, even if you prepare these yourself, you shouldn’t let me eat more! I’m someone who needs to control my weight…”

“Got it, got it! Silly girl! I know how much you love your beauty. Hurry up and eat! These are all pickled vegetables that Auntie Luo made herself.” When Old Madam Fu spoke, her eyes were filled with love for her granddaughter.

Old Madam Fu said as she laid out the dishes for Su Manman, “What’s the use of being beautiful and loving your own beauty if you don’t even have a boyfriend? You’re just making me worry all day!”

“Then, Grandma, you should arrange for me to have a handsome man that I like!” Su Manman smiled and raised her head to look at her grandmother. “Think about it, you introduced one to me a few months ago. He has a good education and family, but he looks a little ugly…”

“What nonsense are you talking about! How is he ugly? The second kid from the Du family has pleasant facial features. One look and you can tell that he’s an honest kid. He doesn’t have so many tricks up his sleeves! Grandma doesn’t have high expectations of your husband, so long as he treats you well! Don’t be too demanding on looks!” Old Madam Fu persuaded earnestly.

“How can I not have high expectations? Look at how pretty my grandma is… and how pretty I am. Just based on our looks, my children will definitely be prettier! If I were to give birth to a son after finding an ugly husband, it would be fine because sons resemble their mother. But imagine if I were to give birth to a daughter. Daughters resemble their fathers, so think about how ugly my daughter would be if she resembles the second young master of the Du family! Tsk tsk tsk… Just thinking about it gives me goosebumps!”

Su Manman then took a spoonful of the porridge.

Old Madam Fu followed Su Manman’s words and thought about it. If a young lady were to look like the Second Young Master of the Du family, it would indeed be… scary.

Su Manman picked up a piece of pickled radish with her silver chopsticks and put it into her mouth. She frowned. “Grandma… did you rob a salt seller! It’s so salty!”

Su Manman hurriedly reached out for a cup of water to rinse her mouth…

“Is it salty?” Old Madam Fu picked up a piece of pickled radish and tasted it. She frowned and quickly drew a tissue to spit it out. “Why is it so salty!”

Old Madam Fu, who was about to throw away the pickled radish tissues, paused. “Manman… Did you just say that it was salty?”

“Salty!” Su Manman frowned.

“Manman… can you really taste it?” Old Madam Fu’s eyes lit up.

Su Manman took out her acting skills as a movie queen. “I think… I think so!”

“Doctor! Quickly get the doctor!” Old Madam Fu quickly turned around and shouted to the servants.

Not long after, the doctors arrived. Knowing that Su Manman’s taste buds had recovered, the doctors heaved a sigh of relief…

They smiled and congratulated Old Madam Fu, saying that Su Manman’s momentary loss of taste was probably related to her hitting her head. Now that she had recovered, the taste buds had returned. Su Manman could recuperate at home if that was still what Old Madam Fu wanted.

But no matter what Old Madam Fu wanted, she felt that it would be best for Su Manman to stay in the hospital. She was afraid that Su Manman would lose her sense of taste again…