She subconsciously felt Fu Huai’an was a very picky person. For a place for him to “put down his dignity”, the food shouldn’t be too bad.
But when he parked his car before Haicheng’s most luxurious and top-end condominium, the Cloud Top Condominium, Lin Nuan’s grasp on her belt suddenly grew tight. Despite trying to keep calm, she still looked extremely guarded.
As the security guard of the condominium walked over to open the car door for them, he respectfully greeted him, “Mr. Fu!”
“Didn’t you say we were going to eat?” Lin Nuan looked at him with her clean and clear eyes.
“Yes. Upstairs.” He unbuckled his seatbelt and took the cigarette box and his lighter as he got out of the car.
Lin Nuan guessed it must have been some kind of private cuisine. She followed him out of the car.
As they entered the intricately designed elevator, she didn’t notice any elevator buttons. After Fu Huai’an scanned his fingerprint, the elevator went up.
Inside the elevator, the confined space and golden walls reflected their figures. Lin Nuan felt her heart pounding again. This… wouldn’t be his private condominium?
She actually had a feeling about that just then—yet she unconsciously found an excuse to go in with him.
She felt like she got dragged into a trap as she stood next to Fu Huai’an—and only realized it too late.
The two of them didn’t say anything, a thin air of awkwardness surrounding them.
Seeing his suit half open with his hands in his pockets beside her, she finally asked, “Do they have famous chefs here?”
His deep gaze fell on her embellished figure in the reflection of the elevator wall. He unhurriedly said, “Not necessarily famous—few people have tried his cuisines. His food is passable enough.”
What kind of weird conclusion was that?
“Ding—”
As the doors of the elevator opened, she saw the interior of an opulent and spacious apartment room.
Fu Huai’an walked out of the elevator and changed into his slippers while he calmly took off his suit jacket and said to Lin Nuan, “There are new slippers in the shoe shelf.”
By the way he looked…
“This isn’t your living place, is it? The cook you mentioned… is yourself?”
Fu Huai’an stared into her clear eyes and grinned, his features carrying a smugness. “Nobody will interrupt us here…”
His statement suddenly made Lin Nuan flush. She immediately felt guarded.
Thinking of how they got cut off at his apartment last time by Tang Zheng, she looked at him frustratedly and couldn’t help but take a step back. “Why did you bring me here?”
“Didn’t you say you had no idea what to eat?” Fu Huai’an took out his cigarette box and lighter, taking a bite of his cigarette as he tossed his suit on the sofa and lit the cigarette. He then moved it out of the corner of his mouth with one hand in his pocket. “You’re not satisfied with me cooking?”
Seeing how awkward she looked standing in place, he bit on his cigarette and removed the pin from his collar. He then removed his steel watch and left it on the table as he rolled up his sleeves and walked towards the kitchen.
She felt Fu Huai’an wouldn’t bother about her after leaving her in the room. She turned around preparing to leave, but as she looked towards the elevator, she realized only the fingerprint could activate the system since there weren’t any buttons.
She couldn’t leave even if she wanted to.
Fu Huai’an’s calm look made her look dramatic in contrast, as if she were making a big deal.
Hearing the sound of the elevator closing in the kitchen, she bit on her lips and changed into the slippers. Lin Nuan then walked inside.
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