Chapter 4: Avoiding Him

After Fu Hansheng left the hospital room, Luo Nanchu closed her eyes.

At this moment, she was overwhelmed with emotion.

She had been reborn.

A tear escaped.

The scalding tear fell, trickling slowly from the corner of her eye.

In this lifetime, she would not love Fu Hansheng.

Upon learning of her hospitalization, the Fu family sent someone to check on her.

Old Mrs. Fu, who had received the news in the morning, arrived at the hospital room by afternoon.

Seeing Old Mrs. Fu, Luo Nanchu curved her lips into a smile.

“Grandmother Fu.”

Old Mrs. Fu smiled warmly.

“Ah.”

Luo Nanchu spoke proactively.

“Grandmother, I can be discharged this afternoon.”

“Please don’t worry about me.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Old Mrs. Fu replied with a chuckle.

“I’ll have Hansheng help you.”

Hearing Fu Hansheng’s name, Luo Nanchu’s smile instantly froze.

The old woman shook her head:

“No, our Nanchu is truly lovely.”

“How wonderful it would be if you could become my granddaughter-in-law.”
Fu Hansheng’s gaze fell upon Luo Nanchu.

Recalling all the hardships of her previous life and the neglect she suffered after marrying Fu Hansheng sent chills down her spine. Marrying him again would be sheer foolishness.

She absolutely refused to repeat past mistakes.

She held the grandmother’s hand and cooped:

“Grandmother, Little Uncle already has someone he likes.”

Fu Hansheng stiffened slightly, somewhat taken aback.

This was the first time Luo Nanchu had addressed him as Little Uncle.

Luo Nanchu had never been willing to call him Little Uncle before.

He knew it was because she had feelings for him.

But this time, she proactively called him Little Uncle.

Even Old Mrs. Fu expressed surprise:

“Nanchu, you’re actually calling him Little Uncle?”

Luo Nanchu nodded:

“Of course.”

“Fu Hansheng is my Little Uncle, isn’t he?”

Strictly speaking, Fu Hansheng wasn’t any kind of uncle to her.

The Luo and Fu families had close ties.

Her parents were abroad conducting business, and after she started university, they had entrusted her to the Fu family’s care.

Fu Hansheng’s parents were also overseas.

Fu Hansheng was the only one residing at the Fu residence.

To ensure Fu Hansheng would look after Luo Nanchu, she was instructed to address him as Little Uncle, considering him somewhat of an elder who could care for her.
Old Mrs. Fu had only returned to the country earlier this year.

Hearing Luo Nanchu’s words, Fu Hansheng felt displeased and spoke up:

“Luo Nanchu, stop taking liberties.”

Luo Nanchu ignored him, not even lifting her head.

After being discharged, Luo Nanchu followed Fu Hansheng back to the Fu residence.

Secretly, Luo Nanchu began making plans to move out of the Fu family home.

Fu Hansheng remained wary of Luo Nanchu regarding the drugging incident.

He parted his lips, his tone cold.

“Luo Nanchu.”

“I hope you won’t cross any boundaries.”

“Since I’ve promised your parents to look after you on their behalf, I am, in a way, your semi-elder.”

“If you engage in any further inappropriate behavior, I won’t hesitate to discipline you on their behalf.”

Fu Hansheng was reminding her that he still saw her as a junior.

Hearing this, Luo Nanchu let out a cold laugh.

She clearly called out “Little Uncle”:

“Set your worried heart at ease.”

“I told you, I don’t like you anymore.”

As she spoke these words, Luo Nanchu’s expression was utterly serious, devoid of any affection.

Luo Nanchu had no desire to be labeled as “shameless” or “throwing herself at him,” so she carefully avoided any physical contact with Fu Hansheng.

When Fu Hansheng moved her luggage and nearly brushed her hand, she immediately pulled back.
Her movement was swift, as if she had touched something scalding.

Fu Hansheng noticed her avoidant gesture and glanced down briefly.

Out of the corner of his eye, noticing her guarded expression, Fu Hansheng lifted his gaze to meet Luo Nanchu’s.

When it came to creating intimate encounters with Fu Hansheng, Luo Nanchu could be considered a “repeat offender.”

But that was all in the past, back when she still had feelings for Fu Hansheng.

Now, she wished to stay as far away from him as possible.

Luo Nanchu snatched the suitcase from Fu Hansheng’s hand.

“Thank you, I can manage on my own.”

Fu Hansheng frowned slightly and released his grip.

Fu Hansheng was at an upscale private club.

The VIP room included a chess and card gaming area along with a tea lounge.

He lounged lazily against the sofa, a lighter flickering between his fingers.

The flame ignited and died repeatedly as he toyed with it.

When a woman tried to lean closer, he subtly shifted backward to avoid contact.

His good friend Lu Zheng laughed and remarked:

“Oh? President Fu being so cautious about boundaries.”

Another friend from their circle teased:

“President Fu’s always been popular with the ladies.”

“President Fu is saving himself for Feiwan.”

Hearing this, Fu Hansheng’s expression shifted almost imperceptibly.

Fu Hansheng first crossed paths with Song Feiwan when he was sixteen; she was the daughter of his family’s housekeeper.
But he got along well with Song Feiwan’s older brother.

When it came to friendships, Fu Hansheng never cared about family background or social status.

If they clicked, that was all that mattered—no unnecessary formalities.

For those truly capable, personal competence outweighed social connections. He was already at the top of the food chain.

He didn’t need marriage to advance his career.

Only useless men would righteously abandon the women they loved for arranged marriages.

But Mrs. Fu and Fu Shi disapproved of his relationship with Song Feiwan.

At twenty, Fu Hansheng was sent abroad to study.

It was during that time he emerged as a dark horse on Wall Street.

In a remarkably short period, he reshaped the landscape of Wall Street.

After he returned, Song Feiwan went abroad likely due to his parents’ interference.

But he didn’t intervene further.

His feelings for Song Feiwan weren’t romantic.

He looked out for her more out of regard for her older brother.

Fu Hansheng parted his thin lips slightly:

“Enough.”

Lu Zheng, thinking of Luo Nanchu who always trailed after Fu Hansheng, sighed:

“Ah, Luo Nanchu really fell for the wrong person.”

“You have someone else in your heart.”

“Yet she’s in love with you.”

Fu Hansheng shot him a sidelong glance.
Lu Zheng continued unprompted:

“Song Feiwan seems to be doing alright abroad. I heard she won some gold award.”

Fu Hansheng nodded; he’d heard about it.

Song Feiwan had also shared the good news with him on social media.

With the internet so widespread and Song Feiwan having entered the entertainment industry, he’d occasionally come across news about her even without actively following her.

“Hansheng, did Song Feiwan mention when she’s returning to the country?”

Fu Hansheng thought for a moment and shook his head.

Lu Zheng joked:

“If she comes back, little Luo Nanchu will be heartbroken.”

Fu Hansheng tossed a pillow at him, raised a brow slightly, and clicked his tongue:

“Alright now, stop talking about life and death all the time.”

“She’s not as fragile as you imagine.”

“Besides, since when is she your little sister? Quit calling her that.”

Lu Zheng snorted:

“Hmph.”

“Luo Nanchu loves calling me ‘Brother Lu Zheng’ the most.”

“Ah, it’s true she likes you. She calls me brother, but she really sees me as one.”

“Look, she won’t even call you ‘brother’ or ‘uncle’—afraid that calling you that would make it feel like incest.”

At the mention of this, Fu Hansheng recalled how Luo Nanchu kept calling him “uncle” repeatedly.

He felt somewhat displeased but didn’t say anything more.

Fu Hansheng rolled up his sleeves, revealing pale arms with prominent veins. Those slender fingers were a blessing for hand enthusiasts.

The owner of those hands also had a perfect face.

The man’s facial features were clean and sharp, with thin yet rosy lips and well-defined bone structure.

He carried an air of aloof elegance and nonchalant indifference.

When he smiled, it held a careless, unintentionally captivating charm.

The girls around him secretly blushed.

Meeting his gaze for just a moment made them quickly look away, their hearts racing like startled deer.

But Fu Hansheng himself remained unaware.

It was precisely this handsome appearance that had made Luo Nanchu fall for him.

Fu Hansheng picked up his suit jacket, prompting Lu Zheng to complain:

“Hey, leaving already?”

Before his grandmother’s birthday banquet, Luo Nanchu pestered him to explain a problem to her.

She was dressed lightly, and when she leaned closely, the surrounding air grew warm and restless.

Irritated, he pushed her away:

“Luo Nanchu, men and women should maintain boundaries, understand?”

Luo Nanchu pouted:

“Fine then.”

Fu Hansheng intended to explain the problem to her later at home.

“Go spend some time with the elders at home.”

Lu Zheng laughed:
“Seriously, man.”

“Since when did you become such a devoted family man?”

Fu Hansheng ignored him.

With one long stride, he got into the car.

When he returned home, Luo Nanchu had also just come back from shopping with friends.

Upon seeing him, Luo Nanchu quickly quickened her pace.

She was afraid that even the slightest gesture of closeness might be misinterpreted as seduction.

In her previous life, after she and Fu Hansheng had been intimate,

Fu Hansheng’s face darkened, his voice cold as winter frost, devoid of any emotion as he asked her:

“Luo Nanchu, do you truly have no self-respect?”

“Would you ruin your own reputation just by climbing into a man’s bed?”

In that moment, his gaze was icy cold.

It was the first time Luo Nanchu felt truly afraid.

She knew Fu Hansheng was genuinely angry, but no matter how she tried to explain, he wouldn’t believe her.

She had her pride too—how could she endure such humiliation from the one she loved?

So, Luo Nanchu quickened her pace.

Behind her, Fu Hansheng easily caught up with just a few light steps. Seeing Luo Nanchu run, he sneered:

“Why are you running?”

“Are there ghosts chasing you?”

Luo Nanchu hugged her materials, keeping her head down and avoiding his gaze.

In her heart, she cursed: You’re the ghost.

You’re scarier than any ghost.

Luo Nanchu darted away in a flash.

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