Fu Nanli fixed his suit with a hint of lethargy in his eyes. He felt irritation towards this woman who had tried to impose as his girlfriend.
Getting out of the car, he was about to walk to the other side to help Wen Qiao open the door. But Wen Qiao had already flusteredly got out of the car and ran over to his side to hook her arm around his.
The scene that greeted her was incredibly unpleasant to look at for Lin Mingshu.
Everyone said Young Master Fu was averse to physical contact, that no one was able to get close to him. Yet this lass had broken that rule time and time again.
How dare this little liar deceive the Fu family. Watch how I tear down her mask in front of Fu Nanli today!
Fu Nanli pinned down that petite hand on his arm and, treating Lin Mingshu like air, and directly walked towards the hospital inpatient building.
Lin Mingshu was about to go up to him, when his chauffeur stopped her. "Miss, please do not harass our Sir."
"Mr. Fu, this Wen Qiao girl is not your girlfriend. She harbors ill intentions."
Wen Qiao could feel her heart tremble with every step she took. She looked up and secretly sized up Fu Nanli's expression. From his side profile, no emotions could be observed. He probably… didn't take Lin Mingshu's words to heart.
"There's a boy she's fond of. That guy is called Zhuang Yan… he's the young master of the Zhuang family. You should have heard of his name."
Lin Mingshu shouted from outside.
The man's lower jawline tightly tensed. Even though she had only seen it a few times, Wen Qiao knew that this meant he wasn't feeling too happy.
There were many people coming and going in the hospital lobby. As the central air-conditioning blew down upon her, Wen Qiao felt goosebumps rising on her neck. With her hand held in a tight grip by the man, she entered the elevator.
There weren't many people in the elevator, but still, she was dragged to a corner by the man. With one hand propped against the elevator wall, he towered over her.
Wen Qiao looked up at him with an innocent expression.
"Who is Zhuang Yan?"
In a tiny, mosquito-like voice, Wen Qiao replied, "He's my classmate."
"So you and him…"
The other people in the elevator kept sneaking glances at the duo blessed with exceptional looks.
Wen Qiao tugged at his hand and said in a gentle, wheedling manner. "I was insensible in the past and have pursued him before."
Fu Nanli could feel a sour breath rise to his throat from his chest. He undid two buttons on his shirt, his voice and gaze both dark and gloomy. "You pursued him?"
The elevator arrived at the 16th story. Wen Qiao pointed at the number above and said in a small voice, "We've arrived."
The man grabbed her by the wrist and brought her to the ward.
Uncle Li was relieved to see him. "Young Master, I searched everywhere for you, but couldn't find you. Where did you go with this injury?"
"Get out."
Uncle Li wore an aggrieved expression. "I…"
"Get. Out."
The young master who used to treat him with kindness was gone and would never return. He had turned into a large ice mountain and often faced him with a dark expression.
Uncle Li felt so depressed.
The door was gently closed, leaving only Wen Qiao and Fu Nanli in the ward. Looking at the man's countenance, Wen Qiao was seized by panic. Lin Mingshu sure acted fast, to have found out about Zhuang Yan in such a short amount of time.
Looking back, she felt very grateful to Zhuang Yan for not accepting her when she confessed to him back then.
The man removed his suit jacket and tossed it to one side, then rolled up his shirt sleeves bit by bit, revealing smooth lines above his wrist bones oozing with sexual tension.
He sat on the luxurious leather sofa with his legs crossed, the veins on his temples popping. "What do you mean by 'pursued him before'?"
"That was last year, before I met you."
"Later I met you. And after I met you, Zhuang Yan means nothing to me. I realized how ignorant and laughable I was back then and I've been reflecting upon this every day since. I really am a girl who hasn't seen much of life."
These words of flattery were clearly working, for his face didn't appear so cold anymore.
"So, that Zhuang Yan rejected you?"