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  The words ‘Wen Moshen’ were stuck in Lin Nuan’s throat and she pursed her lips, keeping quiet.

  Silence gradually hung between the two before Lin Nuan heard the slight sound of Fu Huai’an’s phone vibrating again, and she looked over. Noticing that the phone was in Fu Huai’an’s pants, Lin Nuan looked away again with reddened ears.

  Fu Huai’an still didn’t pick up. He held the umbrella with one hand, using the other to take out a box of cigarettes and drew one out, lighting it up.

  Just as Lin Nuan thought that their conversation was going to end in silence, she heard the man say, “Since you’re very grateful to not get married to me, how do you want to thank me?”


  Lin Nuan was slightly stunned.

  She probably didn’t think that Fu Huai’an would ask her such a question on how to show her appreciation. From a normal person’s understanding, it would all end with being grateful. Who would ask how to thank them?

  Seeing that Lin Nuan didn’t reply, Fu Huai’an tapped the cigarette and added, “What, don’t tell me… You thought just saying the words ‘very grateful’ would be enough? Nowadays, the words ‘very grateful’ are merely a touch of the lips, and not something worth much.”


  Lin Nuan pursed her lips tightly. Fu Huai’an’s words made it sound as though Lin Nuan made him receive the much shorter end of the stick.

  In Lin Nuan’s head, all the possible ways of thanking someone would undoubtedly involve material compensation, but Fu Huai’an was not lacking in those.

  He’d said before that what he lacked was a woman that would be, at the same time, his son’s mother.

  Lin Nuan’s stubbornness crashed over and she looked at Fu Huai’an, saying, “Mr. Fu is saying that you want me to beg you to marry me?”


  Fu Huai’an bit onto the cigarette from the corner of his mouth and he loomed over her with one hand in his pocket, looking all the more mysterious and unreadable through the screen of white smoke.

  After a long time, Fu Huai’an opened his mouth to speak with puffs of white smoke escaping his mouth, saying, “Lin Nuan, since you’re unwilling to get married to me, how about we understand each other first before the marriage?”


  Lin Nuan was shocked.

  Lin Nuan was sure that her own ability to understand wasn’t bad, but she took a while to digest the meaning in Fu Huai’an’s words.

  Fu Huai’an was saying that despite Lin Nuan’s unwillingness, they still had to get married, but before the marriage, he could date Lin Nuan so they could get to know each other better, is that what he meant?

  Afraid that she was overthinking things again, Lin Nuan asked, “What does Mr. Fu mean?”


  Under the heavy rain, Lin Nuan watched Fu Huaian’s thin lips part and close, her expression changing to that of surprise.

  …


  After Lin Nuan reached her home and took a shower, she still felt like it was all extremely unreal.

  She sat on the soft white rug in the bedroom and crossed her legs while staring at the heavy rain outside the window, blanking out.

  Today under the black umbrella, she asked Fu Huai’an what he meant…


  Fu Huai’an stared at her with his deep gaze and half-lidded eyes as he spoke slowly with a deep voice, “Let’s date before we get married, do you want to try it?”


  Fu Huai’an spoke casually, but it made the anger in Lin Nuan’s heart disappear completely for some unknown reason. Instead, it was replaced by an increase in her heartbeat and complete panic.

  Lin Nuan didn’t reply. She could no longer remain calm and reserved, not knowing how to answer him…


  Dating, shouldn’t it be done with someone she loved?

  From the beginning, the two had never started off because of love.

  Thinking of the word ‘dating’, Lin Nuan unavoidably felt panicked and uneasy.

  Although there were plenty of men who wooed Lin Nuan ever since she started middle school, Lin Nuan had never had a single experience in dating apart from her secret love for Wen Moshen. How to date… was an extremely troublesome question for Lin Nuan.

  Even though it was clearly a dating experience that would result in marriage no matter what, but once Lin Nuan thought of it she would feel tense and guarded as though she was facing a difficult enemy. Which part of her resembled the sweet and blissful appearance of a woman who was passionately in love?