Mr Fu, I Really Love You

It was because Bai Xiaonian was too hot-tempered and reckless.

Lin Nuan, on the other hand, knew how to respect other people in such situations. She would never cross a boundary that someone didn’t want her to cross.

Song Yao opened the door a bit more and grabbed the bag.

Lin Nuan caught sight of Song Yao’s slim wrist—it had striking red marks all over it.

Lin Nuan felt as if her heart was suddenly grasped—she could barely breathe.

Just as Song Yao was going to drag the bag inside the room, Lin Nuan calmly pushed the door wide open and barged inside. She closed the door behind her.

The closed curtains caused the hotel suite to be dark inside. Lin Nuan felt her head go blank when she saw all the “love” marks on Song Yao’s body…

Water covered Song Yao, and her long hair draped before her chest like thick seaweed, covering the bruises on her chest.

Song Yao couldn’t pretend not to notice the extreme shock in Lin Nuan’s eyes. She grabbed the bag from Lin Nuan’s hand and looked sideways. Her fingers and face were pale like chalk, and her whole body was shaking.

Lin Nuan’s delicate face quickly turned pale as well.

She had no idea she’d see a horrifying scene like that when she barged in, despite seeing the marks on her hand at the door.

Song Yao didn’t say a word and went to change her clothes in the shower. She turned on the faucet to cover the noise of her crying and didn’t come out for long.

The whole room had a rotten post-sex scent.

Lin Nuan noticed Song Yao’s ripped clothes under the bed. There was that navy tie on the head of the bed.

Song Yao tried to calm herself down. She changed her clothes and came out of the shower, grinning as she said in a light-hearted manner, “I used to steal your clothes and wear them in university. But now…”

Lin Nuan felt sorry for her and reached out to hug Song Yao, who was trying to cover her uneasiness by talking nonsense.

Song Yao’s acting was great in movies but crappy in real life.

Song Yao felt her calm defenses disappear the minute her friend hugged her.

Tears filled her eyes and dripped onto Lin Nuan’s shoulder. She couldn’t stop trembling, and she went from silently weeping to sobbing in her arms.

Song Yao couldn’t bring herself to say many words.

Such as the despise she had towards herself for becoming the mistress.

Such as the previous time that man appeared in Lin Nuan’s home and warned Song Yao to return to him, or he would make her do so with a million ways…

Such as how Lin Nuan’s family ran into trouble afterward.

Song Yao felt great anxiety but couldn’t show it.

Such as how Bai Xiaonian got the call of her father running into a car accident and rushed to the hospital without having lunch at noon…

Song Yao finally couldn’t take it anymore and came to confront him at the hotel.

She couldn’t suppress her emotions anymore. She held onto Lin Nuan tight and cried hysterically.

“How could he? How could he make me do this? Why did he insist on making me his mistress! He knew my mom was pushed to her death by the mistress! He clearly knew the one thing I hated the most was ‘the other’!”

Lin Nuan didn’t say anything. She simply held onto Song Yao with all her might as she tried to keep her cold body warm.

…

After leaving the Century Hotel, Song Yao sat on the passenger seat of the Maybach and didn’t speak for the whole ride.

It wasn’t until the car parked under Lin Nuan’s apartment that Song Yao closed her eyes and told her she wanted to leave Lin Nuan’s place.