Mr Fu, I Really Love You

Chapter 373: There’s Blood on My Hands Anyway

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Lu Qili’s face turned a ghastly white.

Fu Huai’an meant that she and her mother were worse than prostitutes!

“Yes, prostitutes are paid for their labor. Unlike the two of you… taking someone else’s money when you did nothing! You just want to take advantage of others. The two of you are worse than prostitutes, and you still have the cheek to say that they are slutty!” Lu Jinnan sneered.

“I started helping you financially from the time I found you. Everything ends here, today!” Fu Huai’an put out the cigarette and stuffed his hands into his pocket. “Lu Qili, you are familiar with how I get things done. You’d better behave.”

And with that, Fu Huai’an left the hospital.

Lu Qili felt as if the air had been sucked out of her. She laid on the bed, unable to move.

“Fu…” Lu Qili’s mother was about to say something when Lu Jinnan kicked her onto the floor. The back of her head knocked against the side table, and she howled in pain.

“It’s very easy to die. I can take someone’s life for just six hundred thousand dollars. If you want to die in the future, just give me a call…” Lu Jinnan smirked at Lu Qili before turning to give her mother the evil eye. “I can afford to pay six hundred thousand twice!”

Lu Qili’s mother was terrified as she looked at Lu Jinnan. She buried her head in her arms and sat on the floor, wailing.

“If you like the Kaide Corporation’s building in particular and feel you need to die there, I can grant you your wish by personally pushing you off the building. There’s blood on my hands anyway, one more won’t matter!”

Lu Qili knew that she had angered Fu Huai’an for real this time when she asked her mother to make a scene at the Kaide Corporation. Fu Huai’an would sever all ties with her from now on.

…

Lin Nuan informed Liu Mingchen when she got the confirmation from Miss Xia, but she hadn’t expected him to already be on his way to the broadcast building before he was notified.

The crew of “A Sunday Date” was caught by surprise with the arrival of a Nobel Prize winner and were in a flurry.

In the past, they would have ample time to prepare before the VIP arrived… and the VIP was typically late.

This time, the VIP was actually waiting for them to finish their preparations.

In particular, everyone knew the cause that Liu Mingchen was representing, and they respected and held him in high regard. They were extra polite to him.

Liu Mingchen had his hands full with the pharmaceuticals and patients and didn’t follow the online scandals and gossip.

It was only while he was waiting in the lounge to have a meeting with Miss Xia and Lin Nuan that he caught wind of some people discussing how Lin Nuan had gone to Iraq in search of Wen Moshen. He then went online to take a look.

He was greatly moved, but not because he had romantic feelings for Lin Nuan.

Through the glass windows of the meeting room, he spotted Lin Nuan talking, and he was filled with admiration for her.

She was so petite but yet she had so much perseverance, even willing to sacrifice her life when she decided to venture to a war-torn Iraq.

How could Liu Mingchen’s persistence to fight for these patients be able to compare to that?

At the very least, he was safe and sound in a peaceful place.

After the meeting, the studio crew rushed off anxiously to prepare, and Liu Mingchen was ushered to the VIP makeup room by the makeup artist.

Lin Nuan also proceeded to get things ready.

After Miss Xia communicated with Liu Mingchen, they contacted several patients who were able to make it to the recording and arranged for them to be part of the audience.

The recording was prepared in haste, but everyone was full of drive!

…

Inside the studio, Liu Mingchen was busy communicating with the patients who had rushed here for the recording.

Lin Nuan was standing on the stage, under the bright lights of the studio. She was dressed in a white suit and pants, her hair flowing behind her back. She held her script in one hand and a pen in another, gesturing with the director in their final communication. The director nodded.