Mr Fu, I Really Love You Chapter 82 - Who Let You Make It?

Chapter 82: Who Let You Make It?

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Lin Nuan guessed Fu Huai’an was definitely thinking that Lin Nuan herself was into it too, and her ears involuntarily turned red as she glared at him angrily, as though she was being wrongly accused.
The man said that he was going to get married to her but made her take back her passport afterward. And he’d even kissed her in front of the hospital and saying such disgusting words—what exactly did he mean by that?
Without any clear communication, the two seemed very intimate and Lin Nuan was unable to stand on the moral high ground to blame Fu Huai’an for treating her like that.
In his heart, since she’d already done it with him once, did Fu Huai’an take her to be a woman who would always be there for him to have s*x with outside of marriage?
“Mr. Fu…” Lin Nuan’s fists clenched tight by her side. She opened her mouth after adjusting her emotions, her clear voice almost washed away by the noise of the heavy rain hitting against the umbrella.
Fu Huai’an stared at Lin Nuan, his deep facial features reflected in her eyes. The man’s strong and heavy aura enveloped her, forcing Lin Nuan’s words to be stuck at her throat as she lost the courage to say them aloud.
She lowered her eyes and knitted her brows together, saying, “I think we have to clear things up.”
“What do we need to clear up?” The corner of Fu Huai’an’s lips had a subtle smile and he stuck one hand in his pocket, looking as though he’d easily removed himself from his earlier state of lust and had recovered his proper posture.
On the other hand, Lin Nuan was still out of breath and her fast heartbeat showed no signs of slowing down.
“At first, I went to you to ask that you not marry Gu Hanyan, and I also promised to get married to you as a replacement for Gu Hanyan to be your woman and Tuan Tuan’s mother…”
Fu Huai’an’s smile remained and he spoke with his attractive voice, saying, “So since Wen Moshen has returned, you intend to let me marry Gu Hanyan so you and Wen Moshen can get together?”
Fu Huaian’s words were probing.
Lin Nuan kept silent.
“I never had the intention to be together with Mo… Wen Moshen.” Lin Nuan replied and looked straight at Fu Huai’an in an upright manner. “Although I’m not a gentlewoman, neither am I a dishonest and vile person. I will still stick to the contract and if you want to get married, I will do so. But if you decide not to marry me because you think that my personality is boring or I’m not your preferred type of woman that will accept you fooling around outside after marriage, I too will be very grateful—but I refuse to kiss you or even go to bed with you without being clear on where we stand right now.”
The “boring personality” tag was given by Wen Moshen, and Lin Nuan smoothly used it.
Lin Nuan indeed had a stuffy personality; Wen Moshen once joked that Lin Nuan was the most boring and uninteresting closed gourd and one that even came with thorns.
The words ‘go to bed with’, Lin Nuan could barely say them out loud.
Having feelings when kissing made Lin Nuan guilty, but from a biological perspective, she had an excuse: was it not normal for a mature woman’s body to react towards a man?
“Who gave you the conclusion that you have a boring personality?” Fu Huai’an’s tone sounded interrogating.
The moment he finished speaking, the phone in his suit jacket started vibrating so he took it out and lowered his head to look at the caller ID, the blue light from the screen tracing his features and making them seem even more deeply carved.
Hanging up and placing his phone back into his pocket, he resumed his firm and upright position in front of Lin Nuan.
In Fu Huai’an’s eyes, in which aspect was Lin Nuan boring? Her eyes betrayed her shyness and she obviously looked attractive and seductive.