Chapter 6: Moving Out of the Apartment

The thought of leaving the Fu household brought her some joy.

However, she still had to stay at the Fu residence for a few more days and interact with Fu Hansheng.

She could only think of ways to avoid him.

From that day onward, Luo Nanchu would steer clear wherever Fu Hansheng appeared.

At night, when Luo Nanchu wanted to go out to get water, she spotted the man’s broad and upright figure.

Fu Hansheng had just returned from a social engagement. Seeing Luo Nanchu acting somewhat furtive, he was about to approach when she abruptly closed the door.

His expression darkened slightly.

Luo Nanchu took a deep breath, glanced at the nightgown she was wearing, and immediately changed into a long-sleeved pajama set.

Only after waiting half an hour and confirming that Fu Hansheng had returned to his room and wouldn’t come out again did she go downstairs to get water.

Fu Hansheng kept a very regular schedule: he would go out for a morning run at six and leave for the company at eight.

Luo Nanchu only came out of her bedroom for breakfast after Fu Hansheng had left.

Unexpectedly, today, Fu Hansheng hadn’t left yet.

Seeing Fu Hansheng seated in the dining room, Luo Nanchu was momentarily stunned.

She intended to return to her bedroom, but Fu Hansheng spoke coldly:

“Not having breakfast?”

Luo Nanchu sighed and sat in the seat farthest from him.

She kept her head down and silently nibbled on her bread.

Fu Hansheng received a phone call and answered it casually.

A woman’s voice, clear and sweet, came through:

“Hansheng.”

“I’ll be back next month.”

Fu Hansheng slowly peeled a boiled egg.

“Okay.”

Song Feiwan’s tone carried a hint of coquettishness:

“Will you come pick me up?”

Fu Hansheng gave a soft “mm,” exuding a lazy, roguish charm.

Luo Nanchu recognized it was Song Feiwan’s voice. Hearing it sent chills down her spine.

She had experienced this woman’s cunning and cruelty firsthand.

All she wished for now was to move out of the apartment as soon as possible.

Hearing Song Feiwan’s voice brought back memories of her past life.

Fu Hansheng’s icy gaze seemed to swallow her whole, reminding her of the morning after they had slept together his eyes had been just as cold and detached.

Luo Nanchu took a few casual bites and set down her glass of milk.

She called out crisply:

“Uncle, I’m full.”

“Please take your time.”

Hearing this form of address, Fu Hansheng was taken aback.

He lifted his head to look at the woman before him. A faint smile graced her lips, the corners of her eyes lifted slightly, and her gaze was bright.

Yet, there seemed to be something missing in her eyes.

In the past, her gaze had always been filled with anticipation and affection when she looked at him.

For some inexplicable reason, Fu Hansheng felt a sense of loss.

As soon as she finished speaking, Luo Nanchu hurried out.

She first visited a real estate agent, then met up with her best friend.

At the agent’s, she found an apartment she liked, conveniently located just a ten-minute walk from the hospital.

She could move in on the first of next month.

However, there was still half a month until the move-in date.

That meant she would have to face Fu Hansheng for another fifteen days.

After a moment’s consideration, Luo Nanchu decisively signed the rental agreement.

She then headed to a café to meet Yu Yuan.

In her past life, her best friend Yu Yuan had earnestly advised her to give up on Fu Hansheng, but she had refused to yield until she hit a wall.

Fu Hansheng had gone abroad immediately after they registered their marriage, a clear indication of how much he despised their union. During the two years their marriage lasted, the once optimistic and driven Luo Nanchu had worn down her spirit.

Over those two years, Luo Nanchu developed a mental illness, with anxiety manifesting as physical symptoms.

Every late night, Luo Nanchu would recall that evening the very night she was sharing the most intimate moment with the one she loved, yet it left her with a permanent shadow.

Fu Hansheng was convinced she had orchestrated it, and all the surrounding surveillance footage had been destroyed.

What sealed her fate in Fu Hansheng’s heart was the undeniable fact that the glass of fruit wine had indeed been handed to him by her.

Until the moment she fell into the water, Fu Hansheng swam without hesitation toward Song Feiwan.

Luo Nanchu’s heart turned completely cold.

She remembered the words Yu Yuan often said: “You should find someone who loves you, not someone you love.”

She admitted defeat in her marriage with Fu Hansheng. No matter how battered and bruised she became, she couldn’t earn a single glance from him.

Yet Song Feiwan could effortlessly obtain what she, despite exhausting all her efforts, could never have.

So, when she saw Yu Yuan, Luo Nanchu couldn’t hold back her tears.

Yu Yuan was flustered and immediately embraced her.

“What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

Of course, Luo Nanchu didn’t mention that she had been reborn.

With Yu Yuan being a staunch materialist, she was afraid of being labeled insane and sent to a mental hospital.

Luo Nanchu said, “It’s just work pressure getting to me lately.”

Yu Yuan sighed softly. “Ah, healthcare workers really have it tough.”

Luo Nanchu nodded vigorously in agreement.

Yu Yuan promptly pressed for details about that night. “Nan Chu, how did both you and Fu Hansheng end up drugged that night?”

Luo Nanchu shook her head. “I don’t know.”

Yu Yuan had a wide network of connections and met many people.

Luo Nanchu wanted to ask if she could find someone to restore the surveillance footage, so she recounted the entire incident from start to finish.

“Yuan Yuan, the surveillance from that day was damaged. I think it was deliberately destroyed.”

Yu Yuan clenched her fists. “Who would do something so awful? It’s disgusting. How dare they bully you?”

Instantly, Luo Nanchu’s eyes reddened.

Her infatuation with Fu Hansheng was well-known in their social circle, so when the incident happened, everyone assumed she had manipulated it.

Especially with the surveillance destroyed, she had no way to prove her innocence.

Only Yu Yuan firmly believed she hadn’t done it.

Yu Yuan stayed by her side through her depression, flying overnight to be with her when she had suicidal thoughts, and the very next day stormed abroad to confront Fu Hansheng and berate him.

Yu Yuan planted her hands on her hips. “Don’t worry, I will find the culprit.”

Luo Nanchu nodded fiercely. “Thank you, Yuan Yuan.”

After talking for a long time, Luo Nanchu was picked up by the Fu family driver.

That night, Fu Hansheng wasn’t home.

But his absence was for the better.

The housekeeper informed her that Fu Hansheng had flown abroad on a business trip that day.

But Luo Nanchu didn’t think much of it.

Until she scrolled through Weibo before bed.

Song Feiwan’s Weibo post had made it to the hot searches.

#Rising Starlet

#Song Feiwan Suspected to Have Returned to the Country

Song Feiwan posted: 【Wuwuwu, almost got caught in a zero-yuan scam abroad, and Xiao Lin (my agent sister) wasn’t around. Luckily, someone flew straight here overnight to find me. 】

The post was accompanied by a blurry photo of a man’s back.

But Luo Nanchu recognized the figure immediately. Having followed Fu Hansheng for years, she was more familiar with his back than his face.

The photo was extremely fuzzy, showing only the upper half of the body, revealing the man’s wristwatch.

Song Feiwan was on the verge of breaking into the ranks of rising starlets, so the public paid close attention to her news.

Especially with such a suggestive Weibo post it wasn’t the media speculating; she had posted it herself.

Soon, fans commented:

【Baby, who is this person?】

【Oh my, Wanwan darling, don’t fall in love during your career’s upward climb.】

【What does this man do? How old is he?】

【Baby, stay clear-headed. We’re your career-focused fans and don’t fall into a lovesick mindset.】

She let the ambiguity linger.

Only much later did Song Feiwan explain:

【Everyone misunderstood.】

With just one sentence, she soothed her fans’ worries.

It must be said that Song Feiwan was exceptionally skilled at manipulating hearts.

Otherwise, how could she have kept Fu Hansheng devotedly in love with her all these years?

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