Mr Fu, I Really Love You 121 What Anger?

Looking at Lin Nuan through the rear-view mirror, Fu Huai’an asked calmly, “Are you angry?”

Lin Nuan paused at Fu Huai’an’s words—which part of her peaceful tone showed any anger? What anger?

She raised her gaze to meet Fu Huai’an’s via the rear-view mirror before dropping it again to look at Tuan Tuan in her arms, saying, “Mr. Fu, you’re overthinking things…”

There were few cars on the road at night so it was an easy drive. When they reached Fu Huai’an’s house, Lin Nuan saw that the time on her wristwatch showed that it was 11.30p.m., which was earlier than she had predicted.

At the sound of the engine, Auntie Li came out and saw Lin Nuan carrying Tuan Tuan out of the car. She quickly wiped her hands on her apron and jogged to Lin Nuan. She looked at Tuan Tuan and spoke softly, “He’s fallen asleep.”

Lin Nuan nodded.

After entering the door, Lin Nuan still had to carry the child, so Auntie Li helped her change her shoes while Lin Nuan thanked her in embarrassment.

Once she placed Tuan Tuan in his bed upstairs, the little kid started sniffling like he was about to cry once he left her arms so Lin Nuan hurriedly picked up Tuan Tuan and comforted him for a long time.

Placing the blanket over Tuan Tuan, Lin Nuan saw from the corner of her eye a black shadow jumping onto the bed and got a shock.

Under the dim light of the bedside lamp, Lin Nuan saw a British Shorthair cat sitting on Tuan Tuan’s blanket with its tail curled up. It looked at Lin Nuan in disdain as it elegantly walked beside Tuan Tuan, turning around before it lay down closely beside Tuan Tuan, lazily squinting its eyes.

Seeing the cat, Lin Nuan thought of Mushroom.

They’re both British Shorthairs, but once Mushroom saw Lin Nuan it would dive into Lin Nuan’s embrace and cuddle her, using its tail to rub Lin Nuan’s chin.

Turning off the light, Lin Nuan left Tuan Tuan’s room and closed the door.

She didn’t remember Fu Huai’an’s place having a cat, and Fu Huai’an didn’t seem like someone who would raise a cat.

Downstairs, Auntie Li had prepared supper and called Lin Nuan to eat a little, saying, “Mr Fu said the driver will be here in around ten minutes.”

Fu Huai’an had already finished his shower and changed his clothes, a cigarette in between his fingers while he sat in the dining room and ate.

Lin Nuan didn’t want to eat with him so she dropped her gaze and rejected Auntie Li’s good intentions.

“It’s okay, Auntie Li, I’m not used to eating much at night.”

Lin Nuan sat in the living room as she waited for the driver, looking through the unread messages on WeChat that had accumulated. Inside was the conversation between her colleagues at the morning news department discussing the new president Chu Qian, including the self-deprecating jokes made by the female colleagues, saying that they could never compare to females such as Chu Qian who were both gorgeous and bold.

Seeing someone say that, she wondered if she would catch up to the new president if she ate a few kilograms of boldness. Lin Nuan couldn’t help but laugh.

Inside the dining room, Fu Huai’an’s hand paused above the phone screen, his deep gaze looking towards Lin Nuan’s direction.

Inside the living room, Lin Nuan sat under the warm light, her hair tied into a low ponytail, looking casual and slightly lazy, and giving off a homey feel. Her fair and soft face held a hint of laughter as she raised her slender arm to tuck her hair behind her ears. Her right arm leaned on the sofa holding her phone, her gaze lowered with a slight smile on her face, giving off a comfortable feeling.

Another one of her colleagues sent a message into the group chat but before Lin Nuan could check, her phone vibrated, showing Miss Xia’s name as the Caller ID.

For Miss Xia to call at such a late time, could there be any change in tomorrow’s broadcast of morning news?

She picked up quickly.

“Miss Xia…”

“Lin Nuan…” Miss Xia’s tone sounded off.