Chapter 409: Osmanthus Dock
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“It’s all because of that b.i.t.c.h Gu Hanyan! Nuan Nuan, are you married because Moshen is married? An act of revenge on Moshen? Nuan Nuan, girls can’t joke around using their own life and happiness!”
“Aunt…”
“Nuan Nuan!” Wen Moshen’s mother interrupted her words. “As long as you are willing to be with Moshen, no one in our family will mind that you have been married before! You were married once, and Moshen was married once, so you’re even! ”
Hearing that, Lin Nuan wasn’t even angry. Wen Moshen’s mother, who was on the other end of the call, couldn’t see Lin Nuan’s smiling, calm, and peaceful look. “Aunt, I love my husband very much. Before Brother Moshen came back, we already met my parents and decided to get married.”
Wen Moshen’s mother covered her mouth and cried sadly.
No wonder Wen Moshen refused to receive treatment. His favorite woman had married someone else. He probably couldn’t bear it.
“Then, does Moshen known you’re married?” Wen Moshen’s mother asked Lin Nuan in a trembling voice.
“Yes, he does.” Lin Nuan told the truth.
Sure enough!
Wen Moshen’s mother had also been young once and loved someone…
She knew what it felt like!
Right now, Wen Moshen perhaps just wanted to die…
In despair, Wen Moshen’s mother covered her face with one hand and cried through the phone.
Since she was afraid of affecting Fu Huai’an’s driving, Lin Nuan couldn’t bear to hang up the phone.
When she was hesitating, Wen Moshen’s mother spoke again. “Nuan Nuan, can you… can you…”
On the other end, Wen Moshen’s mother was fumbling for words.
Lin Nuan listened quietly without rus.h.i.+ng her.
“Can you divorce your husband first? After you convince Moshen to receive treatment…”
“Aunt! You’ve gone too far!” Lin Nuan’s heart burst into anger. Even if Wen Moshen’s mother was helpless in the face of her son’s illness, what she said crossed the line.
Get a divorce to marry Wen Moshen and get him to undergo treatment, then what? Who knew when Wen Moshen would be gone, so she should fulfill his final wish and marry him?
“I know, I know! But Nuan Nuan, do you think I would say that if I wasn’t desperate? I would do anything to save my son’s life now, even if it means losing my own life! I would be willing!” Wen Moshen’s mother cried helplessly. “I lost him once before—I can’t lose him again?”
“Aunt, I’ll call and try to persuade Brother Moshen, but I’m sorry, I can’t do the rest of what you asked. In order to persuade a person who I used to love to receive treatment, I have to divorce my husband. Aunt Wen… if this happened to Uncle Wen, you would probably make a fuss according to your personality. If you can’t even do the right thing, why would you expect me to do so? What right do you have to make such an outrageous request of me?”
Lin Nuan’s chest heaved up and down in anger. Then, she said, “Aunt Wen, if there’s nothing else, I’ll hang up first. I’m sorry!”
Hanging up the phone, Lin Nuan frowned. She looked sideways at Fu Huai’an. “Huai’an, I’m sorry…”
Fu Huai’an smiled. He grabbed Lin Nuan’s tiny hand, opened her palm, and intertwined her fingers with his.
“I’m mad at Wen Moshen’s mother, not you! What’s more, your final words to her have dispelled my anger.”
Lin Nuan looked at Fu Huai’an’s handsome face and smiled. She grabbed Fu Huai’an’s big hand, and as if she had made up her mind, she said shyly, “Unless you make a grave mistake… if you never mention divorce, I won’t either!”
“Really?” Although Fu Huai’an said it as a question, his deep
eyes radiated a strong smile that couldn’t be melted.
“Yes!” Lin Nuan nodded earnestly.
He pulled Lin Nuan’s little hand back and kissed her fingertips with his lips. “Then, you can’t escape my palm for your whole life.”
Lin Nuan’s ears were red, and she held Fu Huai’an’s hand more forcefully with shyness. “I won’t run away, you can’t get rid of me!”
Jincheng’s dazzling suns.h.i.+ne shone through the winds.h.i.+eld, outlining Fu Huai’an and Lin Nuan’s tightly clasped hands. Lin Nuan’s glossy and healthy nails shone with subtle light. Those two tightly clasped hands seemed to be blessed by heaven. They were so beautiful that people would want to remember the moment forever.
…
Fu Huai’an drove his car outside the Fifth Ring Road and parked in an ancient alley.
It was hard for Lin Nuan to imagine that in a city like Jincheng, which was full of tall buildings and luxury, there were still ancient buildings that were similar to those in Haicheng.
The lane was so narrow that Fu Huai’an’s car couldn’t get in. It could only be parked near the wall at the entrance of the lane.
Fu Huai’an thought about it not being easy for Lin Nuan to get out of the car from the pa.s.senger side, so he let her get out first, and then parked the car.
Lin Nuan could smell the faint fragrance of osmanthus in the air.
“I smell osmanthus fragrance.”
Lin Nuan looked back at Fu Huai’an. It was cold in Jincheng, so how could osmanthus blossom there?
Fu Huai’an smiled. “Do you know what this place is called?”
Lin Nuan shook her head, and her half-squinted eyes couldn’t open in the strong golden light.
“Osmanthus Dock…”
When the wind blew past, the sweet osmanthus fragrance became more obvious. Lin Nuan’s hair was blown up.
The cool wind poured onto Lin Nuan’s neck, and she shrank her neck into her clothes. “Osmanthus Dock? Does every family here have osmanthus trees?”
Fu Huai’an held the scarf that Lin Nuan had just left in the pa.s.senger seat. He stood tall in front of Lin Nuan and set his broad shoulders against the light to s.h.i.+eld her. He gently wrapped the scarf around her neck. Her long and thin fingers tucked her hair behind her ears and touched her small ears that were illuminated red by light.
Lin Nuan didn’t avoid him and simply looked up at him.
“Not only does every household plant osmanthus trees, but the farmers also plant osmanthus trees in the fields of the village. Right now, it’s not the season of osmanthus blossoms. When the osmanthus blossoms, there will be the Osmanthus Festival. Tourists will come here to enjoy osmanthus nectar and some desserts related to osmanthus.”
Fu Huai’an held Lin Nuan’s little hand and led her inside as he explained everything to her.
“Every year, the farmers make osmanthus fragrant oil and hang it at the door so that they can spread osmanthus fragrance all year round. They do this until the osmanthus blossoms again the next year. Then they make new osmanthus fragrance oil. That is a tradition here!”
Lin Nuan nodded. “It’s not the osmanthus blooming season, so why did you bring me here?”
Fu Huai’an looked sideways at Lin Nuan, whose small mouth and nose were tucked in the scarf. She was only showing a pair of clear and clean eyes, which was particularly charming and lovely.
“There was a grandmother who brought me up here…”