Mr Fu, I Really Love You 110 Good Boy Tuan Tuan

Lin Nuan was surprised by how small the world was.

“Do you remember that time I told you Lu Jinbei said his brother killed someone for a woman and was in jail?”

Bai Xiaonian said as she recalled how she’d had a meal with a murderer sitting right next to her. She suddenly felt terrified at that experience.

Even though Lin Nuan didn’t really like Lu Jinnan as a person, objectively speaking he was the type that women especially adored. His skin was softer and fairer than most women, his dark, slender peach eyes seemed to be mysteriously smiling all the time, and he couldn’t hide the wild streak inside him. He had thin lips and an arched nose, with a look that was naturally charming yet cold at the same time.

Lin Nuan guessed that Lu Jinnan wasn’t very likely to kill someone in the name of love, judging by his attitude of contempt towards women. It was more likely that he lost face or got jealous because of a woman.

Lin Nuan thought of Fu Huai’an somehow – She thought of him being able to murder someone and come out of jail on his high horse wearing a suit as if nothing happened.

In the “Men’s Taste” magazine introducing Fu Huai’an, it used a particular sentence to describe him: Everyone in the lawyer world knew that Fu Huai’an could crack any case he wanted to.

Lin Nuan could be certain that Lu Jinnan being able to come out of jail despite committing murder was because of Fu Huai’an.

She recalled when she wrote essays in fifth grade; the other kids wanted to become scientists, doctors or teachers, yet Lin Nuan spoke from her heart that she wanted to be an exceptional lawyer when she grew up – to uphold justice in society. Her teacher and classmates praised her so much for being so ambitious and noble that she felt like she was floating.

Yet Lin Nuan didn’t even have the courage to practice what she preached.

Using Fu Huai’an as an example, he definitely was the most exceptional lawyer in his industry, so good that people were intimidated by the mere mention of his name. But all his cases were not used to uphold justice and law in the nation, but merely to defend the clients who could afford him – to defend their rights.

Using a man’s money to eliminate him; that was an on-spot summary of the occupation of a lawyer.

Lin Nuan only realized after growing up that words like justice and fairness didn’t exist in the lawyer world. Even the judge could hide his dark side from society.

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After Song Yao got out of bed, she saw a pink and white meatball sitting in Lin Nuan’s living room, crossing his legs before the table as he ate his yogurt and watched cartoons. His mouth had a milk-stache on it, his eyes were dark and round, and the way his eyelashes glistened made her heart melt.

As Bai Xiaonian and Lin Nuan finished organizing the fridge and came out, they saw Song Yao sitting on the sofa chatting with Tuan Tuan.

“The wounds on Auntie’s face came from a fight, so don’t learn from me and fight with other people, good boy!”

Tuan Tuan nodded. “Tuan Tuan is a good boy and won’t fight!”

He then put his yogurt on the table, stood up and dug through his pant pockets. He found the white bunny candy Bai Xiaonian gave him earlier that morning and shoved it at Song Yao in his chubby fair palm.

“Papa said it won’t hurt after a piece of candy!”

Song Yao looked at that piece of chocolate and her eyes suddenly watered up. She had the sudden impulse to embrace the kid into her arms.

She rubbed her eyes and smiled, taking the candy from his palm. She opened the wrapper and tossed it into her mouth. It quickly melted away. She nodded, her eyes growing red. “Yes, it really doesn’t hurt anymore.”