Chapter 22: I Don’t Mind If You Have Intimate Relations With That Man

Translator: Atlas Studios

Editor: Atlas Studios

“P-President Fu…”

The heir had evidently recognized Fu Tingyuan and was pale-faced.

“That didn’t happen! Also, i-it was her who seduced me first!” He lifted a finger and pointed at Luo Nanchu, gnashing his teeth as he exclaimed, “She didn’t tell me she was yours when she was trying to seduce me! I would never have touched her if I knew she was President Fu’s woman!”

“Aiyah.” Luo Nanchu snuggled into Fu Tingyuan’s chest as she lifted her head to smile at him sweetly. “You’re so handsome, my dear, so how could I ever possibly like someone like him?”

The heir’s face alternated between white and green. Compared to Fu Tingyuan, his only slightly handsome face naturally looked like nothing in comparison. To be frank, he did start seducing Luo Nanchu at first. However, they had both become willing parties in the end. Luo Nanchu’s earlier behavior had definitely been seductive and nothing else!

Fu Tingyuan observed the smile on her face and smirked thoughtfully. He then turned his gaze toward the man on the sofa and smiled indifferently.

“Mr. Feng, my Chuchu said she didn’t seduce you.”

The heir started screaming insults and shouted, “Luo Nanchu, you slandering sl*t! It was you who…”

Luo Nanchu cuddled up to Fu Tingyuan.

“Dear, he’s scolding me,” she said aggrievedly.

Her current demeanor was remarkably like a fickle enchantress who stirred up trouble on purpose.

“Mr. Feng, how dare you scold my woman? Are you tired of living?” A murderous sentence like this was spoken gently by Fu Tingyuan.

The heir’s face was white with fury as he glared at Luo Nanchu. It was as if he wanted to dismember her alive.

Luo Nanchu couldn’t help but feel amused.

He was the one who wanted her to be his, yet he looked like he had been unluckily entrapped by her.

“Dear, it’s so boring here.” She fanned her face with her hand, looking like she was bored to death. “Let’s ignore him and go out for some fun.”

Fu Tingyuan fixed his gaze on her with lowered eyelids before nodding. Holding her hand, he led her out of the booth.

The moment the door closed, Luo Nanchu heard a deafening racket explode from within the booth. She was afraid that the show from earlier was going to become fodder for idle conversation between her classmates for the next six months.

Upon thinking about this, Luo Nanchu looked up at the man beside her. Under the resplendent hallway lights, his complexion was all the more distinct and exquisite.

She smirked lightly and said, “Mr. Fu, Nanchu will probably have no face to show in front of Nanchu’s friends after your performance earlier.”

“Oh?” Fu Tingyuan looked at her faintly.

“They will think that Nanchu is a dishonorable woman who seduces other men.”

Fu Tingyuan asked mildly, “Isn’t that you?”

Luo Nanchu brushed the stray hairs from the side of her face and smiled lightly, replying, “How can Mr. Fu think that Nanchu is that type of person? To have a faithful woman like Nanchu is rare in the world.”

When Fu Tingyuan recalled the charming tone she had used as he entered, an indistinct and ironic smile formed on his lips.

If he had not arrived in time, Luo Nanchu would have already done the deed with that heir from earlier.

He leaned against the wall and pulled out a cigarette from his pocket. After lighting it up, he took a long, slow drag.

“Luo Nanchu, I don’t mind if you have intimate relations with that man.”

The smoke spiraled up from between his teeth and pervaded the air, forming a dense fog that blurred his nose and eyebrows.

“However, you better behave yourself before I take you.”

He turned his head slowly to look at Luo Nanchu, who was smiling lightly.

His tone was brimming with frostiness as he said, “I don’t want to catch anything weird from you. Understand? Hmm?”

Luo Nanchu’s lips curved into a slow smile.

He didn’t mind if she was intimate with other men.

However, she had always remained chaste precisely because she only wanted to be intimate with him.

Luo Nanchu nodded and replied, “Understood, Mr. Fu.”

Yet, she felt mysteriously sorrowful.

Perhaps the night was too cold.

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