Chapter 9: His Disgust

The sky hadn’t completely darkened yet, with faint orange hues tinged with pale pink rolling across the distant horizon.

People emerging indoors unanimously raised their phones to capture this scene.

The atmosphere inside the car remained quiet.

Neither Luo Nanchu nor Fu Hansheng initiated conversation.

As the car entered the residential complex, Nan Chu immediately gathered her belongings, uttered a thank you, and opened the car door to step out.

Her movements flowed smoothly, completed in one continuous motion.

Without any pause or hesitation.

After she got out, Fu Hansheng didn’t drive away but instead rolled down the window to watch her.

Nan Chu thought for a moment.

“Thank you, Uncle.”

Hearing this address, Fu Hansheng let out a mocking laugh.

His laughter inexplicably made Nan Chu’s heart tremble with fear.

She didn’t linger any longer, hugging the box as she hurried away.

Her newly moved home was small but cozy.

Fu Hansheng’s apartment was a two-story duplex, with the living room on the first floor featuring a floor-to-ceiling window that offered an excellent view.

At night, it overlooked the entire city of Jingbei.

The apartment’s decor leaned toward cool tones, with furniture almost entirely in gray.

Nan Chu attempted to change his arrangements.

She bought a bunch of cute decorations, all of which were removed by the housekeeping aunt under Fu Hansheng’s orders.

When Fu Hansheng saw these decorations, his brows furrowed tightly as he coldly asked the aunt,

“Who did this?”

The aunt cautiously glanced at Nan Chu and replied very softly,

“It wasn’t me.”

Fu Hansheng looked at Nan Chu.

“Remove them.”

Nan Chu pouted and immediately acted.

Now in her own small home, Nan Chu could decorate freely.

She bought several small potted plants to keep on the balcony.

She had also kept plants in Fu Hansheng’s apartment.

These where the only items Fu Hansheng had permitted her to add to his space.

Nan Chu cared for them meticulously, watering them regularly and removing weeds.

When she was busy, she would ask Aunt Lin to help with watering.

When moving out of Fu Hansheng’s apartment, Nan Chu didn’t forget to take the potted plants with her.

Aunt Lin sighed inwardly when she saw the young woman moving the plants, thinking how financially strained she must be to not even leave the potted plants behind.

Nan Chu simply didn’t want to leave anything of hers with Fu Hansheng.

Pushing open the door to her small home with her own hands, Nan Chu felt as if she had been reborn.

Only then did she realize how liberating living alone could be.

Nan Chu set down the large box and sat cross-legged on the floor.

She carefully arranged each item from the box.

Inside was a pair of earrings, Nan Chu’s favorite style.

A birthday gift she had begged Fu Hansheng for a long time to obtain.

It wasn’t just that she liked the earrings – she liked that they were given by Fu Hansheng.

Some gifts only bring joy when given to them by specific people.

Looking at these earrings now, Nan Chu couldn’t help but sneer at herself.

Reflecting on how foolish she had been back then.

Clearly knowing he didn’t love her, clearly knowing he had a first love.

Yet still hoping to see that glimmer of possibility in him.

Fu Hansheng kept his distance from women and remained devoted.

In Jingbei’s social circles, who wouldn’t consider Fu Hansheng the ideal marriage candidate?

Young as he was, he had become a leader in the financial industry.

He had invested in the byte industry at just the right time.

But Nan Chu from her previous life knew that while he was indeed deep-feeling and devoted,

That was only toward Song Feiwan.

After arranging these gifts, Nan Chu took photos of them.

She prepared to send them to a Second-hand Luxury Store.

She was essentially selling them at a discount – just this pair of gemstone earrings alone was worth millions.

The earrings’ luster and color were of superior quality, with exquisite texture and transparency, and extremely high purity.

There were also several Haute Couture Dresses.

Just as she was about to click publish, Nan Chu paused briefly.

Then it occurred to her – Fu Hansheng had even had his assistant casually select these gifts.

He certainly wouldn’t miss this money.
So, Luo Nanchu confidently listed these luxury items online.

Inquiries came quickly.

While she was cooking a pack of instant dumplings in the kitchen, a message notification immediately popped up.

The owner of the second-hand luxury store asked her:

【Dear, are you sure about the price of this earring?】

Luo Nanchu quickly replied:

【Yes.】

To dispel the owner’s doubts, Luo Nanchu immediately added:

【The earrings are genuine.】

【Do you know Fu Hansheng?】

The owner called her.

The other party’s tone was just right, gentle, with extremely high emotional intelligence, making Luo Nanchu unable to help but exclaim that they were indeed the owners of a luxury store.

“Dear, can you provide proof of the earrings?”

Luo Nanchu knew the price was set too low, and the owner was worried they might be stolen or fake.

Luo Nanchu chuckled.

“Do you know Fu Hansheng?”

“I’m his little niece.”

Qin Ge paused upon hearing this answer.

She stood in front of the counter, leaning slightly against the display case.

She was tall and slender, with beautiful long hair cascading over her shoulders, covering half of them.

Her pretty fox eyes curved slightly.

When did Fu Hansheng gain a little niece?

But Qin Ge didn’t ask if further money was money, and who wouldn’t want to earn it?

If the source was legitimate.

“Alright.”

“Let’s exchange contact information first, and I’ll send someone to pick them up.”

“Thank you, dear.”

Luo Nanchu hurriedly replied:

“No need, no need, Boss Qin.”

“Just give me an address, and I’ll deliver them.”

Qin Ge smiled.

“Okay.”

Qin Ge hung up the phone, sent the address and location, then put away her phone.

After instructing her staff on some matters, she left the studio.

After handling the gifts, Luo Nanchu picked up the bowl of river snail rice noodles with a fried egg and vegetables and leisurely enjoyed it.

At Fu Hansheng’s place, she couldn’t eat durian or river snail rice noodles.

Luo Nanchu had secretly cooked a bowl of river snail rice noodles once, which resulted in all the pots and pans reeking of the smell afterward.

Fu Hansheng and Lu Zheng entered together.

Fu Hansheng’s brow twitched slightly.

Lu Zheng asked:

“Sister Nan Chu, who pooped here?”

Luo Nanchu’s face turned red, then pale.

She whispered an explanation, pointing at the river snail rice noodles:

“No, it’s the river snail rice noodles.”

“Would you like a bowl?”

Lu Zheng took a bite and praised:

“It’s delicious!”Sister Nan Chu, remember to call me next time you have something tasty.”

“Don’t forget to send me the link.”

Fu Hansheng stood by the dining table with his hands in his pockets, watching the two of them.

A careless smile hung on his lips.

“You two, go eat outside.”

After that, Luo Nanchu never ate river snail rice noodles again.

After finishing dinner, Luo Nanchu leisurely washed up and went to bed.

Song Feiwan was a popular celebrity.

Her fan support could be seen in shopping malls, and the internet never left her alone either.

Luo Nanchu came across an interview with Song Feiwan.

The reporter asked, “Wanwan, have you ever been in a relationship outside of acting?”

“What do you think is the difference between love on-screen and off-screen?”

Song Feiwan stood under the spotlight in a cyan dress, with willow-like eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes, appearing both gentle and aloof.

She was hailed by netizens and fans as the “white moonlight.”

Recalling the words Song Feiwan had said to her before her death in her previous life, Luo Nanchu thought Song Feiwan’s acting skills were indeed impressive.

Who would have known that behind her gentle and aloof image lay another side?

On the screen, Song Feiwan wore a smile on her lips, her tone soft and sweet.

“I had a first love.”

With just a single sentence, the fans and reporters below erupted into a commotion.

“Could you elaborate further?” the reporter pressed.

Song Feiwan shook her head.

“Sorry, his identity cannot be disclosed.”

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