Mr Fu, I Really Love You

Chu Xun used to like this mature masculine voice the most, but today, this same voice was saying the most hurtful words to her.

Chu Xun gripped her phone tightly, unable to resist sobbing out loud…

Before she called Fu Huai’an, she had been feeling conflicted, wondering how she should explain to Fu Huai’an why she was still alive, how to ask Fu Huai’an to rescue her father!

But the minute she heard Fu Huai’an’s voice, she couldn’t stop herself from crying and just started pleading with him directly. But, even though the Chus had already held a funeral for her, Fu Huai’an didn’t seem at all surprised by the fact that she was still alive.

He didn’t seem panicked by the call from a “dead person,” still maintaining his usual calm composure… so calm it made him appear heartless.

He didn’t even bother asking why a funeral was held for her when she wasn’t dead.

Chu Xun was a clever person. Under such circumstances, either Fu Huai’an knew all along that she was still alive, or he simply didn’t care if she was dead or alive. She had asked Fu Huai’an to help her on account of their friendship… What friendship?

The so-called debt of gratitude for saving her life was a one-sided claim on Chu Xun’s part all along—Fu Huai’an had never acknowledged it.

Fu Huai’an didn’t even attend Chu Xun’s fake funeral, and even Lu Jinnan, whom Chu Xun had thought had pretty good ties with her all along, didn’t attend…

Lu Jinnan even called her a b*tch!

Yes, the so-called friendship between her and Lu Jinnan was established based on Lu Jinnan wanting to pair her up with Fu Huai’an. It was established on the basis that the Chu Group was of use to Fu Huai’an.

Chu Xun gripped her phone, tears slipping down relentlessly in the dilapidated apartment she was in.

“You hate me to death, right?” Chu Xun sounded choked up. “Because Lu Xiangsi died due to one glance from me back then…”

Chu Xun recalled the video that caused a commotion online earlier. She was also aware… that her old assistant, the deputy chief editor of Haicheng Daily, had resigned. Despite that, he was now appointed the deputy director of the Province Bureau of Culture. She also heard that the director was planning to retire and was personally grooming Chu Xun’s former assistant.

Chu Xun could figure out that it was Fu Huai’an who did this simply by thinking with her toes!

Fu Huai’an no longer felt emotional turmoil at the thought of Lu Xiangsi. Instead, he appeared very calm. “Anyone would feel fearful of death. Even if you hadn’t glanced at her, Xiangsi would still have stood out!”

Lu Xiangsi had always been a kind girl. Even if those people refused to rat her out, she wouldn’t have sat by while she watched them die because of her.

This was perhaps the greatest difference between Lu Xiangsi and Chu Xun…

“Then… then why are you supporting that assistant of mine? It’s not as if I’m not aware he resigned and was promoted to the Bureau of Culture afterward!”

Fu Huai’an’s gaze turned dark. “Is Miss Chu questioning me?”

Chu Xun choked up at Fu Huai’an’s words. Questioning? What right did she have to question Fu Huai’an?

“I… I wasn’t…” Chu Xun sounded flustered.

“If Miss Chu has the time, you’d better worry about yourself who’s supposed to be a dead person. Well… bye!”

Fu Huai’an hung up the phone, leaving Chu Xun’s heart as cold as the glaciers in Antarctica.

Chu Xun only found out accidentally that Fu Huai’an was the one who rescued Lin Nuan’s family from Lu Jinnan and Tang Zheng’s conversation. Chu Xun very quickly associated that to Fu Huai’an’s connections from his law firm, thinking that he must be holding many dark secrets of the high-ranking officials. Those dark secrets were double-edged swords. If used well, they would benefit Fu Huai’an. If not, Fu Huai’an could lose his life because of them.

But now, since Fu Huai’an wasn’t planning to help Chu Xun’s father and was so ruthless with his words, as Chu Xun thought about the life she was about to face, she suddenly had the urge to put up a last-ditch struggle, even if it meant both parties would perish.

But after she calmed down, it struck her… never mind the fact that she didn’t have any evidence, she also didn’t know whose dark secrets it was Fu Huai’an held. Plus, who could she tell, and would anyone believe her?

She then thought of how she was going to live in the future. With the collapse of the Chu family, how was she going to live in the future!

It hadn’t been long since Chu Xun’s father sent her money, but she would eventually deplete the money. She couldn’t very well sit idle and do nothing while that money was used up.

But what could Chu Xun do to support herself?

Do business? Chu Xun knew she didn’t have the chops for that.

Find a job? Chu Xun didn’t dare to look for media-related jobs that she was good at, fearing her identity might be exposed.

Serve food or wash plates in a restaurant as a waitress? Chu Xun didn’t want a job like that.

The more Chu Xun thought about it, the more anxiety it gave her. She didn’t even know what to do with her life from now on, much less how to rescue her Chu family or how to rescue her father!

…

When Lin Nuan got up in the morning, Tuan Tuan was sprawled on the bed, sleeping soundly.

Lin Nuan had just sat up and raised the cup of water on the bedside table to take a sip when she felt nauseous suddenly. Lin Nuan patted her chest to relieve herself of the nauseated feeling.

After putting on a jacket, Lin Nuan decided to go downstairs to get herself a honey lemon drink to relieve her nauseousness. She had just come out of the bedroom when she saw Cen Mo and Fu Huai’an playing golf on the lawn outside the French windows.

Lin Nuan was surprised and delighted. Didn’t Fu Huai’an say he was coming back a few days later?

She stood before the windows and wrapped herself firmly with the jacket as she looked out the windows. As if by sixth sense, Fu Huai’an turned back, his gaze meeting Lin Nuan’s. Even though they were far away and separated by a glass window, Fu Huai’an could sense that it was Lin Nuan. He casually handed his golf club to the servant next to him, removed his gloves, and said something to Cen Mo before walking towards the battery-operated cart.

Song Yao hadn’t woken up, but when he heard that Lin Nuan had woken up, Cen Mo also set down his golf club and returned.

The instant Fu Huai’an entered the house, Lin Nuan went over to him. “Didn’t you say the meeting was going to take a few days? When did you come back? This morning or yesterday in the middle of the night? Why aren’t you resting but playing golf instead?”

Lin Nuan bombarded him with questions. Seeing Fu Huai’an remove his jacket, she took it from him and helped him hang it up.

To be showered with care and concern from his wife early in the morning, Fu Huai’an was in a great mood.

“Mm, I missed you and Tuan Tuan, so I came back in advance! I came back in the middle of the night. Because I was afraid I’d disrupt you and Tuan Tuan, I made do in the guest room last night, but I slept very well!” Fu Huai’an’s eyes were all smiles. “Right, Mom called me this morning. She told us to bring Cen Mo back to the Lin residence tonight. She can’t wait until the night before New Year’s Eve!”

Lin Nuan’s main task now was to focus on her pregnancy. She had shoved aside all work for now and didn’t have a problem with time. She looked towards Cen Mo, who had just entered the house…

“If you want to go, we’ll go. If you don’t, just say I have something to do!” Cen Mo said very considerately.

“Then let’s go! Yao Yao and I don’t have much work right now, so we’ll be staying idle at home anyway!” Lin Nuan gently caressed her tummy, which was still flat. “I need to tell Mom about this too!”