Please Keep Our Secret Marriage Low-key - Chapter 57

Chapter 57: His Chuchu Was Being Bullied By This Man

“Mr. Fu, I’m looking for Nanchu. Is she inside?”

“She’s already asleep.” Fu Tingyuan’s voice was light.

Qin Lie walked over to stand in front of him and asked softly, “Mr. Fu, how about striking a deal with me?”

“…”

“Our Chuchu has always been very stubborn and immature as a child, so she has offended many in the past. If you don’t love her, return her to me.”

The handsome young man had an extraordinary charm to his features.

No matter the gender, all of the Qins looked pretty and flirtatious.

Qin Lie was clad in a black suit. He was tall and as charming as the vampires in the legends.

Fu Tingyuan glanced at him mildly and responded in a tone that still maintained its previous lightness, “Mr. Qin, do you actually think you have anything that can be used to bargain with me?”

Qin Lie narrowed his eyes and cocked his eyebrow. Then, he examined Fu Tingyuan several times from head to toe. His gaze landed on the medicine box in Fu Tingyuan’s hand.

In an instant, Qin Lie’s expression darkened slightly.

After a long pause, he said softly, “Mr. Fu, our Chuchu is a good person through and through, but the only flaw she has is that she holds a grudge.”

He took a small step forward, stared at Fu Tinyuan, and warned, “You’d better behave yourself.”

To what extent could a single person influence another?

He understood when he saw Qin Lie in front of him. Every frown and smile of Luo Nanchu’s hinted at this man’s manner and bearing.

Fu Tingyuan could not describe how fed up he was with this man. He was not someone who displayed his emotions openly, and this was the first time in his life that he felt such a strong sense of disgust toward someone.

Fu Tingyuan raised his eyebrows.

“Mr. Fu, it seems like you hate me a lot. What a coincidence though.” Qin Lie looked at him, smiled, and said in a cold voice, “I don’t like you either.”

“Mr. Qin, you’re really very noisy.” Fu Tingyuan snorted lightly.

He took a step forward, looked away, and left with the medicine box. His attitude was extremely arrogant.

The smile at the corners of Qin Lie’s lips faded as he stared with an uncertain gaze at the medicine box in Fu Tingyuan’s hand. He looked up at the door in front of him for a long while, but did not reach out to press the doorbell.

He lightly pursed his lips as a vaguely malicious look surfaced on his handsome face.

His Chuchu was being bullied by this man.

And he could not do anything about it.

…

When Fu Tingyuan returned, the banquet was already nearing its end, and most of the guests in the hall had already departed.

He opened the door to the hotel room and saw the sleeping form of Luo Nanchu. He walked over, lifted the blankets, and got into bed.

When the cool air of the air conditioner blew under the sheets, Luo Nanchu curled up and shivered from the cold. Fu Tingyuan reached out to pull her into his embrace, and only then did he realize that Luo Nanchu felt cool to the touch and had a low body temperature.

“Ah Lie, I’m so cold,” she muttered as she snuggled in his embrace. “I’m so cold…”

Fu Tingyuan’s calm demeanor instantly cooled.

“I’m so cold.” She grabbed his lapel and burrowed her body and face into his chest.

Her voice was plaintive and sorrowful as she complained, “Ah Lie, I’m really very cold…”

She was in a hazy sleep and had returned to the time when she had been with Qin Lie. She didn’t know why it was so cold tonight, but she knew that Qin Lie would warm her.

He was the only person who would unconditionally dote on her, and she knew that.

Unable to get the warmth she needed, Luo Nanchu opened her eyes groggily. From her dream, she snapped back to reality when she felt someone beside her.

With her eyes wide open, she called out, “Mr. Fu?”

“Mm.”

“You’re back.”

She laughed in a soft voice. Then, she moved toward the end of the bed, far away from Fu Tingyuan, and hazily went back to sleep.

Fu Tingyuan once again felt a frustration akin to a cold fog enveloping him on a cold night.

He reached out, grabbed Luo Nanchu’s back, and hugged her tightly in his embrace. Extremely mad, he frowned, but he did not know who he was angry at.