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  Fu Huai’an’s assistant followed behind closely, and he nodded towards Lin Nuan politely as a form of greeting.

  “Mama!”


  Tuan Tuan saw that Fu Huai’an was walking away after picking him up so he shouted uneasily, his big pretty eyes filled with anticipation.

  Fu Huai’an stopped walking and turned to the side to look at Lin Nuan, his eyes deep and distant.

  Lin Nuan didn’t dare to take Fu Huai’an’s unreadable gaze as an invitation, but seeing Tuan Tuan, she still took two steps forward.

  She asked Fu Huai’an’s assistant in a soft voice, “Last night, Mr. Fu didn’t send Tuan Tuan to my place, was it because Tuan Tuan was admitted to the hospital?”


  Towards Fu Huai’an, Lin Nuan was instinctively guarded, but talking to his assistant, Lin Nuan was much more relaxed.

  “Well, no, last night Mr. Fu was about to leave for his overseas trip so he had no choice but to ask his friend to take care of Tuan Tuan. Once Mr. Fu arrived at Jincheng, he heard that Tuan Tuan knocked his head and got injured, so he hurried back,” Fu Huai’an’s assistant explained

  Lin Nuan’s hands clenched into fists—no wonder Fu Huai’an looked so tired and like he’d been in a rush.

  Lin Nuan felt that the guilt in her heart was absurd.

  It wasn’t her who told Fu Huai’an not to send Tuan Tuan over. She’d spent the entirety of last night waiting for Tuan Tuan.

  Inside the VIP ward, Auntie Li was just bending over to disinfect the bed frame and table when she heard footsteps approaching and raised her head. She was slightly surprised, asking, “Sir, why are you back? Miss Lin is here too?”


  Auntie Li had rushed over after receiving the news that Tuan Tuan had been admitted into the hospital that morning.

  Lin Nuan saw Auntie Li carry the tub of water to go and wash the towel. Probably because she had been bending down for too long, her movements were slow.

  Lin Nuan took over the tub and said, “I’ll go, you should rest.”


  Inside the bathroom, Lin Nuan stood in front of the sink and rinsed the towel filled with the scent of the disinfectant.

  Through the door, she could faintly make out the voices of Fu Huai’an talking to Tuan Tuan. He sounded deep and strict like he was lecturing him.

  By the time Lin Nuan finished washing the towel, the nurse had already brought away Tuan Tuan for a check-up and Auntie Li had followed. There was only Fu Huai’an and Lin Nuan left in the ward.

  Fu Huai’an had already removed his jacket and he was standing by the open window, his slender fingers holding onto a cigarette, white smoke blurring his facial features from Lin Nuan’s sight.

  She tried to remain calm as she walked to the coffee table to get tissues to wipe her hands clean. Looking down, she said, “Well… if there’s nothing else, I’ll be leaving first.”


  Lin Nuan was still not used to being alone with Fu Huai’an. Seeing his deep facial features and his perfectly proportioned body, Lin Nuan would involuntarily think of that night and her ears would heat up.

  “I’ll give you a lift,” Fu Huai’an said as he bit onto his cigarette and reached for his jacket.

  “There’s no need! I’ll just call a cab and go home myself…”


  Lin Nuan quickly stepped forward. Just as she was about to pick up her small green clutch, Fu Huai’an’s hand slowly lifted it up.

  Fu Huai’an’s masculine scent mixed with the slight scent of his cigarettes invaded Lin Nuan’s sense of smell. The distance between the two quickly narrowed due to Lin Nuan’s anxious steps.

  The clutch looked extra small in Fu Huai’an’s hands and Lin Nuan felt nervous.

  Fu Huai’an’s lids closed halfway as he spoke through the white smoke, “Your passport is still with me…”


  Lin Nuan paused before remembering that she had left in such a hurry yesterday that she’d forgotten to take her passport.

  “Do you know how to drive?” Fu Huai’an asked.

  Lin Nuan nodded—Fu Huai’an had asked that exact same question before.

  “Then you can drive…”


  Without giving Lin Nuan the chance to hesitate, Fu Huai’an directly passed the keys to Lin Nuan, his brows drawn slightly together.

  It was clear that Fu Huai’an was a little tired after not sleeping for a whole night… Even if Fu Huai’an was made of steel, it was inevitable for him to have a slight headache.