Mr Fu, I Really Love You Chapter 72 - Old Fu's Childhood Friend

Chapter 72: Old Fu’s Childhood Friend

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Tang Zheng called Fu Huai’an over as though he was the owner, the words ‘familiar acquaintances’ sounding as though it had another meaning behind them.
Lin Nuan’s ears flushed red and she could only place her chopsticks down to move her bag away. Her face had on an awkward expression as she contemplated how to explain the matter of her alcohol allergy to Tang Zheng so that he wouldn’t bring the matter up with the station.
The sound of Fu Huai’an pulling out the chair rang out beside her ear, and Lin Nuan placed her bag on her lap, grabbing it tightly.
Fu Huai’an removed his jacket and placed it on the back of the chair before sitting next to Lin Nuan relaxedly. Crossing his legs and leaning back in a casual manner, his mature vibe was apparent.
Tang Zheng’s gaze swept over the half-empty glass of beer that Lin Nuan had already drunk from and said, “I’m at fault for what happened today. I didn’t know that Miss Lin is allergic to the alcohol in white liquor, but isn’t allergic to the alcohol in beer. We should’ve had beer at lunch instead.”
Tang Zheng’s words were extremely sharp—how could the alcohol in white liquor be any different from that in beer?
The half-empty beer glass was right in front of Lin Nuan, and she didn’t have thick enough skin to refuse to admit the truth.
“President Tang, I wasn’t actually allergic to alcohol earlier. I simply thought of this move to avoid being brought to these kinds of entertainment sessions in the future, so I hope that President Tang will not bring this matter up with the station.” Lin Nuan spoke clearly and honestly.
Bai Xiaonian didn’t say anything because she felt that any explanation would be superfluous, and since President Tang was there with Fu Huai’an, he wouldn’t pick on Lin Nuan for Fu Huai’an’s sake.
Lin Nuan confessed to Tang Zheng with red ears yet still spoke in a self-righteous tone.
Tang Zheng glanced at Fu Huai’an who was sitting beside Lin Nuan and said with a slight smile, “Understandable, understandable! I totally understand! I’m not the gossipy kind either. Since Miss Lin can drink, then we shall drink all we want here. Old Fu is here too so Miss Lin should be able to believe that I have no ill intentions towards you.”
He put Lin Nuan and Fu Huai’an together and spoke in such a teasing tone, but Lin Nuan could only feel guilty at the mention of Fu Huai’an so she was left feeling extremely embarrassed.
Fu Huai’an lit up a cigarette and placed the lighter and cigarette box at the corner of the table, his deep and thick voice ringing as he asked, “What are you allergic to?”
The question was directed at Lin Nuan.
The faint cigarette smoke smell lingered in the air, making Lin Nuan tense and straighten up as she replied, “Yams…”
Tang Zheng ordered a few more dishes and told the waiter Fu Huai’an’s name, saying to let the main chef make these few dishes himself, and then ordered the waiter to bring over a box of beer.
Fu Huai’an rested his hand holding the cigarette onto his knee and watched as the waiter carried the beer over. Lightly tapping the cigarette to get rid of the cigarette ash, he said, “A glass of freshly squeezed orange juice.”
Tang Zheng bit onto a cigarette as he poured a cup of beer for Bai Xiaonian before filling up Lin Nuan’s glass. He then filled up his and Fu Huai’an’s glasses and said, “What orange juice, we’re all drinking… How boring is it for you to be drinking orange juice by yourself?”
Fu Huai’an remained silent as he smoked while Tang Zheng raised his glass at Lin Nuan in a forthright manner, saying, “Let me introduce myself: I’m called Tang Zheng and I’m Old Fu’s childhood friend and employee. My company’s behind-the-scenes big boss is Old Fu…”
As Tang Zheng was making his self-introduction, he was showing off Fu Huai’an’s wealth towards Lin Nuan.
Lin Nuan was just about to pick up the glass of beer in front of her when the waiter served the orange juice, placing the glass in front of Fu Huai’an respectfully.
Fu Huai’an held onto the cigarette in his mouth as he took away the beer in front of Lin Nuan with one hand and replaced it with the orange juice with the other. His dark-colored, form-fitting shirt tightened from his actions and outlined his perfectly proportioned back and torso.