Mr Fu, I Really Love You

Chapter 48: No One Owes Anyone Anything!

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Lin Nuan didn’t explain. She took out the phone in her pocket and pressed the play button.

“Shen Weiwei, I know that Sister Lin has a high status and is important in the morning news department. I don’t need you to, so early in the morning, specifically pick the time where I’m memorizing my script to come and remind me, if you’re taking this opportunity to tell me… that if I want to get your recognition like Sister Lin did, I’d have to gift you branded bags and cosmetics like she did. If so, then sorry—that’s not my style. We’re all getting paid to do our share of work; no one owes anyone anything.”

Lin Nuan had started the recording from the moment Gu Weiwei plucked off her hair. At that moment, Bai Xiaonian had just sent her message over, and since Shen Weiwei wanted to fight, Lin Nuan, of course, had to be prepared.

People can be evil. Lin Nuan never sought to harm others, but she must be prepared to defend herself, otherwise how else could she survive in the industry? She would have ended up being reduced to someone plain and normal, or she’d have to train herself to be so good at acting that she lost her own identity

Throughout Lin Nuan’s speech, no sound of slapping or screaming could be heard in the recording. Afterward, there was only the sound of Lin Nuan flipping through the pages of the script and the sound of the hairdryer. Then, it was the sound of the door opening, and the conversation Lin Nuan had with Miss Xia upon arriving at the recording studio.

At that point, Lin Nuan stopped the recording on her phone and looked at Miss Xia with a clean and clear gaze.

It was Shen Weiwei who was sitting on the couch being comforted by a group of people who got a shock—she never would have guessed that Lin Nuan had recorded their interaction.

Miss Xia’s eyes scanned Lin Nuan and she couldn’t guess what the young lady had experienced for her to be so careful and meticulous in handling these kinds of matters.

The truth of the matter was out and clear. Miss Xia took out a thin long cigarette made for ladies and her gaze swept across Shen Weiwei as she said, “Tomorrow I’ll arrange a new stylist for you.”

Shen Weiwei’s face which had been red from the hit immediately lost all its color as blood drained from it, saying, “Miss Xia…”

Without further pursuing the matter to mock Shen Weiwei or plead for her, Lin Nuan put away her phone and said, “If there’s nothing else Miss Xia needs me for, I’ll go and remove my make-up.”

Miss Xia nodded her chin in approval.

Actually, Miss Xia knew that the slap was not done by Lin Nuan—slapping oneself and being slapped by others, the marks left behind had quite a difference.

Miss Xia had experienced the kind of methods Shen Weiwei had used before, but perhaps it was out of curiosity; Miss Xia wanted to see how Lin Nuan would handle the situation.

But what Miss Xia saw, was a woman who was more careful and guarded than she herself had been in the past.

…

Lin Nuan’s phone received endless notifications ever since the broadcast ended and she guessed that they were all congratulatory texts.

After removing her make-up in the dressing room and watching the video of her own broadcast, Lin Nuan finally sat down to personally reply to each text.

After she exited the broadcasting building, it was already ten-thirty a.m. Lin Nuan bought soy milk and fried dough fritters from a breakfast store at the entrance of the area

People who were eating breakfast at that time were few, so the fritters had to be fried on the spot.

As Lin Nuan waited while carrying her soy milk, she turned on her phone to look at the news, only to see a certain piece of content just as she clicked the page…

The Wen family’s oldest son had regained consciousness this morning, after being missing for four years. How will he face his lover who has been with three other guys? Will he forgive her for doing so out of loneliness or will he be angry and unforgiving of her betrayal?

Lin Nuan heard her own heartbeat pick up speed and her mind went blank. Wen Moshen was awake?

Without taking her fried dough fritters, Lin Nuan quickly hailed a cab.

“Lady! Your fritters!”

The boss shouted while holding the fritters, but Lin Nuan ignored him and quickly entered the car.

In the car, Lin Nuan’s heart was beating rapidly.

He woke up? Then would Wen Moshen be heartbroken at seeing the news about Gu Hanyan?