Chapter 1000 - How Could a Mere Su Huan Be Compared to His Precious Little Nephew

Fu Huai’an looked at Cen Mo with his deep eyes, his low and rich voice calm yet particularly imposing.

Although it wasn’t deliberate on Fu Huai’an’s part, his imposing aura had an oppressing effect on one’s nerves. Saihand nearly subconsciously answered. He had already raised his foot, but he still returned to his senses and looked towards Cen Mo, a questioning look in his eyes.

Seeing Cen Mo nod, Saihand then said respectfully to Song Yao, “Madam… I’ll send you upstairs!”

Song Yao nodded, her fists slightly clenched by her sides. She then looked towards Fu Huai’an and smiled, a look of gratitude in her eyes.

“Xiao Nuan, take Tuan Tuan to the car first!” Fu Huai’an placed a hand on Lin Nuan’s slender waist, his voice gentle.

Cen Mo gazed at Fu Huai’an, the hint of a smile on his lips particularly terrifying.

Although he didn’t know what Fu Huai’an was going to say to him, Cen Mo had always had acute senses…

Since coming back, be it the way Lin Nuan looked at Song Yao or the way Song Yao looked at Fu Huai’an, Cen Mo could guess that what Fu Huai’an was about to say to him had something to do with Su Huan!

Early on, when he got together with Song Yao, Cen Mo had checked on her…

He knew that Song Yao’s ex-boyfriend Su Huan and Lin Nuan knew each other. Although they weren’t close friends, they were acquainted.

Add that to how Song Yao had asked him for a phone to call Lin Nuan, plus how Fu Huai’an’s assistant Little Lu, who usually stuck by Fu Huai’an’s side, wasn’t around, and if Cen Mo still had no idea, he’d be a fool!

Just now, the call Saihand received, Cen Mo guessed… perhaps was about Fu Huai’an’s assistant getting Su Huan out of the police station.

“I’m taking Su Huan with me…” Fu Huai’an said to Cen Mo.

Cen Mo looked at Fu Huai’an, his lips arched coldly. “Mr. Fu… are you pitting yourself against me?”

“Since seeing him makes you uncomfortable, why do you want to keep him in Morocco…” Fu Huai’an walked to Cen Mo. “I’ll take him back home and won’t let him be an eyesore before you and Song Yao in Morocco. Song Yao is pregnant now and shouldn’t overthink or worry, so you’ve got to give in to her.”

Cen Mo said nothing. Fu Huai’an continued, “Everyone has a past, Xiao Nuan too. If I kept picking on Wen Moshen, Xiao Nuan and I wouldn’t have such a deep relationship now. The secret to getting along as a married couple… is to forget each other’s past and only look forward to a shared future!”

Lin Nuan had once loved Wen Moshen deeply. For that man, she even disregarded her life and went to Iraq. But now, Fu Huai’an and her were indeed a loving couple. The lovey-dovey atmosphere when the two were around, even an outsider like Cen Mo could see it.

Forget about each other’s past and only look forward to a shared future?

But Cen Mo wasn’t certain if Song Yao was willing to have a future with him…

Cen Mo didn’t know if Lin Nuan had once tried time and again to run away from Fu Huai’an, so he wasn’t certain if what Fu Huai’an said was right.

Fu Huai’an raised his hand and lifted his sleeve to glance at his watch. “At this time, Little Lu should have fetched him and be rushing to the airport. Stop immersing yourself in the past! After I take him away, Song Yao and Su Huan’s past will end…”

Fu Huai’an then patted Cen Mo on his shoulder before leaving.

Cen Mo stared at Fu Huai’an’s back view and watched as he pulled open the car door and got into the car. He wasn’t as angry as he thought he would be.

Saihand came downstairs and walked briskly to Cen Mo. He said in a hushed voice, “Sir, Mr. Su Huan has been taken away by someone. The news I got was that there was pressure from the superiors… They had no choice but to release him!”

Cen Mo let out a long exhale. With both hands in his pockets, he nodded. “Mm, I got it…”

“Then, Sir, do you want to… detain him?” Saihand testingly asked.

Saihand knew how much Cen Mo minded that Mr. Su Huan. What Saihand meant by “detain” was detaining him using their methods!

After keeping silent for a long time, Cen Mo finally said, “No need, Fu Huai’an was the one who had him taken away…”

Saihand paused in surprise.

If Cen Mo forcefully detained him, how would he allow Tuan Tuan to stay at his place in the future?

How could a mere Su Huan be compared to his precious little nephew Tuan Tuan?

Naturally, nourishing his relationship with Tuan Tuan was more important than detaining Su Huan…

Cen Mo looked at the rear lights of Fu Huai’an’s car, smirking. Fu Huai’an did take him away, all right. Su Huan would be able to see his father for the last time, but in the future… his Su family business wouldn’t be able to prosper.

Towards someone who had designs on his woman, Cen Mo had to suppress them from thriving, lest unnecessary trouble appeared in the future.

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Upstairs, Song Yao stood before the French windows, watching as Fu Huai’an and Lin Nuan’s car drove further and further away, her heart still in her throat.

She didn’t know if Fu Huai’an was speaking with Cen Mo about Su Huan’s matter, nor did she know whether Cen Mo was willing to let Su Huan go back home.

With her phone taken away by Cen Mo, she had no means of contacting Lin Nuan. She could only pray to the heavens to let Cen Mo change his mind, to let Su Huan return back home safely.

Hearing the bedroom door open, Song Yao turned around.

“The doctor told you to rest in bed…” Cen Mo unbuttoned his shirt with one hand and closed the door.

A thin layer of sweat had formed over Song Yao’s hand. She confessed to Cen Mo, “I begged Nuan Nuan, asking her to help send Su Huan back home safely!”

Cen Mo perhaps hadn’t expected Song Yao to be so honest with him. He laughed lightly and asked, “You’re afraid… that Fu Huai’an told me everything just now?”

“No…” Song Yao shook her head. “We’re a married couple. It was wrong of me to do this behind your back in the first place. I don’t want to hide it from you. I also hope… I can obtain your trust with my honesty!”

Cen Mo gazed at the pale Song Yao, whose eyes were reddened. He walked to the stool at the foot of the bed and removed his jacket, tossing it aside, then sat down, quiet.

Song Yao clenched her fists and walked to Cen Mo’s side, sitting down next to him. She circled her arms around Cen Mo’s neck and nestled her head against Cen Mo’s shoulder…

He could sense the moistness on his neck. Song Yao sobbed a little and said, “I used to run away from you because I felt guilty towards Su Huan. It wasn’t because I didn’t love you. I felt all the more guilty precisely because I had fallen for you! But now, I no longer want to run away from you. I only want… only want to be together with you properly. Can you not make me so tired! I really… am very, very tired!”

Cen Mo held Song Yao’s hand and grazed his thumb over the back of her hand. After a long time, he said in a low voice, “My trust… I’ll give it to you for the last time, don’t disappoint me!”

Hearing this from Cen Mo, Song Yao was stunned…

The lights weren’t turned on in the bedroom. Although it wasn’t brightly lit, Song Yao’s eyes were like galaxies, illuminating the entire room.

“Cen Mo…” Song Yao bit her lower lip, a warm feeling in her heart.

“Never hide anything from me, and never deceive me! Got it?” Cen Mo gazed at Song Yao with his deep eyes, which contained an unprecedented seriousness. “Anything at all!”