Atlas Studios

  Atlas Studios

  The restaurant was a couple dozen meters away from Ocean City radio station. After lunch, Bai Xiaonian coincidentally met with her colleagues and left with them.

  Lu Jinnan got a call from the police station halfway through, saying that his inadequate brother, Li Jinbei, was caught for committing fraud from the past.

  Lu Jinnan drove the car away. Fu Huai’an let the company send over another car. As they sent the keys over, they noticed Lin Nuan by his side and left with a knowing look.

  Fu Huai’an was driving and Lin Nuan didn’t ask where he was going.

  She initially thought Fu Huai’an was going to send her home, yet he turned on the left turning signal at the traffic lights.

  “You’re supposed to turn right…” Lin Nuan blurted out.

  As he made a turn, Fu Huai’an’s phone began to vibrate. He kept one hand on the steering wheel and glanced towards Lin Nuan. Without paying attention to the phone in the storage drawer, he said, “We’re going to my place.”


  Lin Nuan suddenly felt sirens in her heart go off, “What are we going to your place for?”


  Fu Huai’an detected Lin Nuan’s tone and parked the car by the road.

  “Lin Nuan, we need to talk…”


  Lin Nuan had the same thoughts.

  Fu Huai’an’s phone was still vibrating. He unbuckled his seatbelt and retrieved his phone from the storage drawer and turned it off. As he put it back, he took out a cigar box and a lighter. He whipped a cigar out and lit it up. Taking a deep puff, he rolled down the car window slightly.

  The windshield wipers in front were vigorously moving back and forth. Fu Huai’an turned them off with his cigar-wielding hand and they stopped. The pouring rain immediately blurred away the scenery in front of them.

  He was the one who said they needed to talk, yet he was also the one who didn’t say anything to start the conversation.

  Lin Nuan watched Fu Huai’an bite on his cigar and unhurriedly take off his suit jacket. He kept one hand on the steering wheel and turned slightly to put his suit on the back seat…


  She clutched her seatbelt in front of her chest tightly and moved her body towards the car door near her seat, doing everything in her strength to avoid Fu Huai’an’s movements of approaching her as he put down his jacket.

  Fu Huai’an looked at her through half-opened eyes, his deep gaze making her heart skip a beat.

  Lin Nuan had little resistance against Fu Huai’an’s gaze. She just sheepishly dodged away, and he was staring at her with his dark eyes—the strong reasoning she just prepared in her head suddenly began to fade away.

  Fu Huai’an was smiling with his eyes. He removed the cigar from the corner of his mouth and said, “Just now at the rest door, you had something to say…”


  As Fu Huai’an mentioned this, Lin Nuan collected her emotions. She was visibly less angry compared to that at the restaurant entrance, “Mr. Fu, I want to know, even if I didn’t go find you that day, you wouldn’t have married Gu Hanyan, right?”


  Although she wasn’t sure whether Fu Huai’an’s type of men were clean-freaks, at least they wouldn’t prefer to go through women indiscriminately.

  Fu Huai’an observed Lin Nuan and said without hiding anything, “I didn’t have such plans…”


  Lin Nuan’s palms were sweaty as they clutched the seat belt. She said with bitterness in her heart, “Why didn’t you say so that night?”


  She recalled Fu Huai’an saying she was “clean” before he wanted to make love – she felt that deep inside she was disgusted by him even more. She deduced that all men must be the same, why would they not touch a clean girl who sends herself to them? Even if Fu Huai’an was more refined and gentleman-like, he couldn’t escape this.

  Lin Nuan felt stifled in her heart and her eyes grew wet. She stared straight ahead without saying anything.

  “That evening when we made love, did I not make you feel pleasure?” Fu Huai’an asked seriously, his defined features radiating ample male charm.

  Lin Nuan felt thoroughly abashed by Fu Huai’an’s words. She turned and stared at him with reddened eyes.

  “Lin Nuan, we’re both adults. We can be honest and blunt when we talk, don’t throw a tantrum like a kid.”