Chapter 44 - What Would Fu Huai&##039;an Think?

Chapter 44: What Would Fu Huai’an Think?

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
‘Too many additives inside,’ Lin Nuan thought as she put down the chips and looked for a healthier snack with fewer additives for Nuan Nuan.
Her phone vibrated inside her bag. Liang Mulan was calling.
“Mom…” Lin Nuan answered as she put a bag of imported cookies in the trolly.
“Nuan Nuan, I talked to your father about you collecting the certificate today. He said Fu Huai’an was now officially part of the family and he wants us to pick a date to have dinner at the Mang Jiang Tower. Why don’t you and Fu Huai’an talk it over and pick a suitable time?”
Liang Mulan gave a barely audible sigh as she talked over the phone.
She originally intended for Lin Nuan to bring her husband back to have a nice dinner at home. But they finally decided to eat outside after taking into account Lin Ran’s sentiments.
Lin Nuan’s hands tensed up. Liang Mulan’s question reminded her of what Bai Xiaonian pulled her over to say in the parking lot…
Bai Xiaonian told her that Wen Moshen returning right before they got their marriage certificate might be some kind of sign from the universe. If Lin Nuan was really that in love with Wen Moshen, why shouldn’t she try confessing her feelings to him instead of marrying a stranger? She might even get together with the person she actually loved.
Bai Xiaonian also said an alpha male like Fu Huai’an who was on top of the food chain would never tolerate a woman leaving him at the altar right before they got married just because of another man!
She asked Lin Nuan to properly think it through for the sake of her lifelong happiness. Even if she didn’t marry Fu Huai’an, Wen Moshi was back, and the Gu Family wouldn’t force Gu Hanyan into marriage again.
“I understand, Mom. I’ll discuss it with him when I get back.”
Lin Nuan didn’t tell Liang Mulan they hadn’t collected the certificate so she wouldn’t end up overthinking things.
After paying the bill, Lin Nuan left the supermarket with her hands full of groceries. The cold wind and rain greeted her outside.
It was drizzling outside. You could tell the rain wasn’t heavy in the illuminating orange haze.
She tucked strands of hair—loosened by the wind—behind her ear, and ran back home with the groceries in one hand, using the other to shield her head with her bag.
Lin Nuan’s neighborhood was right behind the supermarket and a short distance away. Lin Nuan however still felt penetrated by the moist air when she reached home.
It was nine by the time she finished stacking up and organizing the fridge.
She was unsure when Fu Huai’an would drop Tuan Tuan over so she didn’t dare take her shower yet, in case nobody opened the door for him when he arrived and rang the doorbell.
She dabbed her hair with the towel and went to warm up a glass of milk. She took a few sips from the cup as she leaned on the dressing table.
By nine, Tuan Tuan still hadn’t arrived.
Lin Nuan sat on the sofa with crossed legs. She opened her laptop and watched a video of Wong Ling hosting the morning show.
Lin Nuan picked up her phone and checked the time when it was ten. She hesitated whether or not she should call Fu Huai’an…
“A man like Fu Huai’an who’s on top of the food chain would never tolerate a woman leaving him at the altar for another man!”
Bai Xiaonian’s words popped up in Lin Nuan’s head without any warning. She felt her heart beating rapidly in panic. Her finger stopped in mid-air before it was just about to hit dial.
If Fu Huai’an already decided not to collect the marriage certificate with her, then what would he think if she suddenly called him?
At ten-thirty, Lin Nuan stood before the sink in a distraught manner. She scooped up a handful of water and splashed her face with it, but that was not enough to pacify her frantic train of thought.
Lin Nuan’s phone rang in the living room. She immediately grabbed the towel to dry her face and ran outside.
The screen showed Bai Xiaonian’s name.
Lin Nuan felt a hint of disappointment in her heart for some reason.