Chapter 120 - No Knowing Whether I’m Used to It

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

That outfit… and the suit that was shown on the photos in the article, should be the same one.

She always felt that Fu Huai’an was a man who had high living standards—at least whenever she saw him… She had never seen him wear the same piece of clothing for two days straight.

Seeing Lin Nuan stay quiet, Fu Huai’an continued, “It’ll be too late later. I’ll let the driver send you back here.”

Fu Huai’an indeed couldn’t carry Tuan Tuan while driving by himself.

The night wind was slightly chilly so when Lin Nuan was going down, she wrapped her jacket around Tuan Tuan. With the wind blowing over, goosebumps appeared on Lin Nuan’s arm.

Tuan Tuan nudged closer towards Lin Nuan’s warm embrace, his chubby cheeks pressing against her arms.

She couldn’t bear to wake him up so she nodded her head.

Fu Huai’an opened the backseat door for Lin Nuan, who carefully sat inside while carrying Tuan Tuan.

Fu Huai’an’s scent filled the whole car, mixed with the faint smell of nicotine, it surrounded Lin Nuan and reminding her of how Fu Huai’an had opened the backseat car door for Su Manman in the gossip article. She faintly felt a sense of uneasiness.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

The man’s tall figure stood beside the car door while she had one hand on top of the car. Fu Huai’an watched as Lin Nuan bent down and adjusted her grip on the child before he said, “Isn’t it too cold to come downstairs wearing only a t-shirt?”

Lin Nuan looked at Fu Huai’an’s deep-set eyes and said, “I won’t be cold if the door is closed.”

These words sounded uneven, as though the speaker was angry…

Instead of looking at Fu Huai’an, Lin Nuan shifted her gaze to Tuan Tuan who was deep asleep and patted him gently, as though she was unwilling to talk to Fu Huai’an because she was afraid of waking the child up.

Under the dim orange light of the street lamp, Lin Nuan’s face remained calm and Fu Huai’an watched as she focused her gaze on Tuan Tuan, her eyelashes covering that clear gaze. He didn’t say anything, simply closing the door for Lin Nuan. He sat on the driver’s seat, placed his jacket onto the passenger seat before he started up the engine.

Exiting the area, the car quickly went onto the main road.

The interior of the car remained quiet, lacking even the sound of a radio broadcast, and Fu Huai’an turned on the slightly warm heater.

The car passed endless streetlights, illuminating Fu Huai’an’s profile.

Lin Nuan felt that the atmosphere was awkward, and she looked out the window.

Red light.

Beside the car, a young man around 20 years old stopped too, riding an electric scooter and wearing a driver’s vest. He had one foot on the ground as he picked up a call, telling the person at the other end of the line that he would arrive after another ten minutes or so.

Lin Nuan suddenly felt regret. Why didn’t she think of letting Fu Huai’an call a temporary driver?

Coming on the trip herself, she would be tortured by the long travel with insufficient time to sleep.

She frowned internally but didn’t dare to express it outwardly, her brows furrowing.

“Are you used to the new president?” Fu Huai’an spoke suddenly, his deep and thick voice sounding a little hoarse.

Lin Nuan was surprised that Fu Huai’an would know what happened to their unit, but after a moment she felt that changing the president and several vice presidents wasn’t a small matter and since it wasn’t a secret, it was normal for Fu Huai’an to know.

“The president’s position is high. I don’t have much contact with it… There’s no knowing whether I’m used to it or not.”

Although she said that, Lin Nuan felt that with a lady as the new president, the sexual harassment issues towards females in the building should lessen, and it was good news towards the female hosts who detested sleeping their way up.