Chapter 74: A Streak of Vanity Surfaces

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Lin Nuan remaining words got choked in her throat. She actually wanted to say Tang Zheng’s speech was clearly intended to make her look bad.

She had intended to enjoy a nice meal with Bai Xiaonian here, yet he came without an invitation and forced himself in. It was indeed a difficult situation.

“You’re the big boss, you call the shots.”

Tang Zheng looked like he couldn’t care less. He was well aware that Fu Huai’an didn’t plan on something like a “post-alcohol hookup” with Lin Nuan. Thus, he put down the glass in his hands and looked at Lin Nuan with an ambivalent grin, guessing what distasteful thing he was going to say to her just then.

Throughout the whole meal, Fu Huai’an kept getting calls and Lin Nuan was eating distractedly.

Lin Nuan usually kept a light diet. She only chose Shu Garden in consideration of Bai Xiaonian’s preference today and she was initially planning on persuading her friend. But before she could begin, Fu Huai’an and Tang Zheng had invited themselves to the party.

Halfway through the meal, the weather outside grew dark and it began to rain.

The raindrops pattered against the transparent glass windows. Lin Nuan turned her head to look out the window as she guessed how long the rain would continue. But through the glass, she saw Fu Huai’an standing on the stairs to Shu Garden.

He was wearing a shirt and a fitting vest, with one hand holding his phone and the other flicking his cigar above the trash bin. His figure was tall and slender, the intricate opal buttons on his neat, fixed sleeves glistening under the lights.

For a man with such fashion taste and elegance, standing there alone was a piece of scenery in itself. He naturally received many glances from passing strangers; his every movement radiated a noble yet grounded and mature quality. It gave an impression of superiority and made people afraid of approaching him up close. They only dared to admire him from afar.

He stood under the lights which accentuated his prominent features and his cold-looking profile. His eyes hid a mark of long accumulated yet suppressed anger.

Lin Nuan watched him bring the cigar to his lips as he gently bit on it. His large hands unbuttoned his shirt collar as his lips opened and released the swirling smoke.

She had to admit that men like Fu Huai’an were very attractive to women, including her.

A mature man without many words who radiated an alpha presence appeared much more charming and attractive than the popular fresh meat of the age.

Lin Nuan had to admit, to hear that she was liked by a man like that undoubtedly made her feel a streak of vanity as a woman.

It could have been telepathy—Fu Huai’an suddenly moved his gaze and looked towards Lin Nuan, his deep eyes appearing unfathomable and inscrutable.

As their gazes held, Lin Nuan felt embarrassed to be caught looking at him and immediately turned around. Her elbow, however, knocked down the orange juice on the table and the cup fell towards Fu Huai’an’s seat, the drink spilling over the whole chair. Luckily, Fu Huai’an wasn’t sitting there at the moment.

“Wow… what were you even looking at that made you so distracted you knocked over your juice?” Tang Zheng mocked Lin Nuan with a smug tone.

Lin Nuan looked down and whipped out a tissue to wipe the chair. Her heartbeat accelerated and she felt incredibly sheepish.

Outside the room, Fu Huai’an watched Lin Nuan ruefully get up to wipe the table. He smiled and the anger dissipated from his eyes significantly. Even his tone softened as he replied, “There are many examples of voluntary murder cases being judged as not guilty, but you shouldn’t attempt it if you’ve never done it before. Pass this case on to Lawyer Gu. I hope there won’t be a second time.”

As he hung up the phone, Fu Huai’an strode back to find his chair already tidied up as if nothing had happened.

Lin Nuan couldn’t bring herself to say sorry out loud and her ears were burning red. “I got your seat wet by accident just now…”

“I know.” Fu Huai’an’s voice sounded raspy from his recent cigar.