Behind her was a cold, hard wall; in front stood the tall, robust, and intimidating Fu Moyan.
Nan Sheng found herself caught between a rock and a hard place.
The man looked down at her from his height, his scorching breath brushing against her cheeks, his deep and stern eyes seeming to pierce through her.
“Second Master, what do you want to do? There are people around.”
Nan Sheng’s hand rested lightly on his, which was gripping her waist. Her warm, delicate palm pressed gently against the back of his hand, a silent resistance.
It was also a reminder for him not to act recklessly.
Fu Moyan tightened his grip, pressing her waist backward, while his other hand pinched Nan Sheng’s chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.
“Are you putting on a show for me?”
Having mentioned Lin Mei, even if Fu Moyan were foolish, he could guess Nan Sheng’s intention.
“Do you think shifting the blame to your mentally ill mother means you have nothing to do with it?”
Fu Moyan had already investigated Nan Sheng and naturally hadn’t overlooked Chen Lei, who was recuperating in Australia.
Nan Sheng looked up at him, her eyes calm and serene, her gaze bright and fearless.
She raised her hand and pushed against Fu Moyan’s chest. It was too hard; she couldn’t move him.
Nan Sheng suddenly curved her lips into a smile, her hand sliding down along the line of Fu Moyan’s chest and abdomen.
Fu Moyan frowned tightly, releasing her chin like a startled cat, pushing her back slightly, and swiftly grabbing Nan Sheng’s wrist. “What are you trying to do?!”
His tone carried hidden anger.
The cold, solemn atmosphere was broken.
Nan Sheng wasn’t surprised, her voice soft and gentle. “Second Master, you’re quite amusing.”
Fu Moyan’s hand tightened slightly, and Nan Sheng winced in pain.
Amusing?
No one in all of Shen City dared to say such words to Second Master Fu in a teasing tone.
“Do you have a death wish?” Fu Moyan’s voice was heavy, suffocatingly oppressive.
As her waist tightened, Nan Sheng pressed down on Fu Moyan’s hand and spoke slowly, “Second Master, I don’t care who set you up, and I have no intention of explaining. Uncovering the truth is your responsibility. If you can’t find out, I can handle it for you, but that doesn’t give you the right to insult me or my mother!”
She met Fu Moyan’s gaze fearlessly. “The terms of our marriage are clearly stated in the agreement… Second Master, you must not overstep.”
Overstep?
Fu Moyan narrowed his eyes, looking dangerously at Nan Sheng, a hint of murderous intent brewing in his gaze.
“Second Master, could you lower your head?” Nan Sheng chuckled, her voice soft and warm.
Fu Moyan frowned, unsure what trick she was up to.
Nan Sheng suddenly stood on her tiptoes, raised her arms, and hooked them around Fu Moyan’s neck.
Caught off guard, Fu Moyan’s hand, still gripping her waist, hadn’t been withdrawn in time, and his head was pulled downward.
His gaze lowered to Nan Sheng’s smiling red lips, her eyes sparkling with starlight.
Second Master Fu froze, his hand on her waist stiffening slightly.
Just as their lips were about to touch, Nan Sheng suddenly turned away.
Her warmth brushed past his ear, the faint heat seeming to burn all the way from his earlobe to his throat.
His Adam’s apple bobbed, and Second Master Fu felt a flicker of irritation.
“Nan Sheng, what are you trying to do?!”
He wanted to tear her off but hesitated, mindful of the child in her womb.
Nan Sheng chuckled without answering, her slender, pale fingers sliding down the side of Fu Moyan’s face, gently hooking under his chin and lifting it.
Her voice was soft and tender by his ear, “Second Master, shouldn’t I be the one asking what you want to do?”
“You’ve repeatedly suspected me of scheming against you, covering your eyes and ears to avoid facing reality, still deceiving yourself. Second Master… could it be that you’re deliberately trying to get my attention?”
Taking Second Master Fu’s usual tactics and leaving him with nowhere to go.
This was exactly what Nan Sheng was doing now.
She quite enjoyed seeing Second Master Fu flustered and angry from her teasing – far more interesting than Shen Linjiang’s disgusting declarations of love.
Just as Nan Sheng expected, Second Master Fu… was furious.
Was his face slightly flushed too?
He gripped her waist fiercely, pulling her down with a tug, and Nan Sheng descended accordingly.
Fu Moyan gritted his teeth, “I’m deliberately trying to get your attention?”
“Third Miss Nan, are you daydreaming?!”
Nan Sheng’s eyes curved into crescents, corners of her lips lifting slightly, “Otherwise, how else can we explain why Second Master insists on connecting himself to me? It’s as if unless I harm you once, you have no excuse to pick on me?”
Fu Moyan experienced a moment of shocked disbelief, “Wishful thinking!”
Enraged to the extreme, his voice turned icy cold, “Even if I were blind, I, Fu Moyan, would never like a woman who has had three fiancés!”
Nan Sheng tilted her head, asking with great interest, “What if Second Master breaks his word?”
“Hah!” Fu Moyan snorted coldly, “If I, Fu Moyan, go back on my word, I’ll personally kneel at the Nan Family’s doorstep to apologize!”
Nan Sheng looked convinced, taking out her phone and pressing something in front of Fu Moyan.
“I’ve recorded Second Master’s words. I hope I won’t see the day when Second Master slaps his own face.”
After speaking, Nan Sheng walked around Fu Moyan and headed out.
After today’s conversation, Second Master Fu probably wouldn’t misunderstand her anymore, and might even try every means to stay away from her.
Nan Sheng finally wouldn’t have to face constant sarcasm and suspicion of ulterior motives.
Just after leaving the hospital, Nan Sheng received a call from Old Mrs. Fu, asking her and Fu Moyan to return to the old residence for lunch.
Nan Sheng glanced up at Fu Moyan, who had just hung up his phone, his expression somewhat gloomy.
Xiao Yun also hurried over, “Second Master, the tire is damaged. I’ve had it towed for repairs. We might need to wait a while longer.”
Nan Sheng gave Fu Moyan a meaningful look, extending an invitation without hesitation.
“Second Master, I just received Old Madam’s call asking us to return to the old residence for a meal. If you don’t mind, you can ride in my car.”
Just as Fu Moyan was about to refuse, he heard Nan Sheng say unhurriedly, “Second Master needn’t mind what was just said. I won’t misunderstand this time. We still need to put on another act at the old residence anyway, so this is convenient.”
Fu Moyan looked up at her, his eyes brewing a storm, his presence so oppressive it made it hard to breathe.
Xiao Yun looked completely bewildered.
He had only been gone a moment – what had happened?
Before Xiao Yun left, he had clearly seen Second Master pinning the madam against the wall, about to get intimate. He had very tactfully taken people away first, so how had they ended up arguing again in the blink of an eye?
Yet the madam was smiling cheerfully, not showing any sadness, while Second Master… seemed to be the one provoked.
Could it be that Second Master hadn’t performed well and hurt his pride?