12 Fu Tingyuan Loves Luo Nanchu Forever

And the Fu Tingyuan right now was finally the real Fu Tingyuan.

Cruel and cold-blooded.

Actually, Luo Nanchu had realized early on that the person she fell for might not have been showing her his true self, but the closer she got, the more she discovered how cold he truly was.

Was he not even the slightest bit moved after how she had treated him over those three years…?!

She was already resigned to her fate, but at this moment, she couldn't help herself from feeling all that self-pity again.

Fu Tingyuan slowly raised his hand, pinching her hand between her thumb and forefinger. The moment Luo Nanchu released the knife slightly, he snatched the fruit knife from within her palm.

There was already a bloody gash on Luo Nanchu's palm. The bedsheet was stained by the blood flowing down from her palm.

Fu Tingyuan threw the fruit knife, dripping with blood, into the trash can.

Next, he asked mildly, "Luo Nanchu, do you wish to die so fervently?"

Did she want to die so much that she would try to kill herself with this knife again and again right in front of him?

Luo Nanchu froze for a moment. Then, she smiled.

She nodded and replied, "Although even a wretched existence is better than a good death, if I can exchange one life for three, Nanchu will of course find it worthy."

Fu Tingyuan turned around, lowered his gaze slightly, and stared at her smiling expression from her lips to her eyes. When his eyes swept a glance over her still bleeding hands, his expression turned cold.

Of course he knew how much strength Luo Nanchu had used when she tried to stab herself. If he hadn't grabbed the handle in time, Luo Nanchu would have been dead by now.

It would have definitely been a fatal wound. She wouldn't have been saved even though she was right here in the hospital.

No one in this world could survive a slash to the coronary arteries.

With a slight smirk, Fu Tingyuan went up and lightly pinched her chin.

His tone was gentle and cold as he asked, "But how do you know that I would really let your family off after you died?"

Luo Nanchu's eyelashes twitched slightly. Emotions flashed behind her eyes.

She pursed her lips and said softly, "Mr. Fu is not someone who will break his word."

However, she said this with some trembling in her voice.

Fu Tingyuan smiled slowly in a slightly sarcastic manner, as if to mock her naivety.

"Nanchu, do you remember what I said in the church when I married you three years ago?"

"…"

Luo Nanchu's face slowly turned pale. She looked up at him, gazing at the face of the person she had loved for three whole years.

"I remember."

"So don't think yourself clever and pull foolish antics."

With this scornful little remark, he released her chin and left the hospital ward.

Luo Nanchu lowered her head. She raised her hand and pressed it against her forehead. There was a dull ache in her temples. Lights and sounds from the past played in her head.

The church. The priest. Fu Tingyuan in a suit. He smiled softly at her.

[Fu Tingyuan Loves Luo Nanchu Forever]

Liar.

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Luo Nanchu bit her lip tightly and curled up on the bed.

Her heart was in greater pain than her hand right now.

Just how much did she love him for her to be able to remember everything that he said so clearly?

She very much hated her good memory. In the end, she was only seeking her own humiliation. Even though he was putting on an act the whole time, she had believed him.

She was a hopeless idiot to think that Fu Tingyuan would really fall in love with her after saving Bai Zhiyan.

How could he fall for her?

He would only hate her for using Bai Zhiyan's life as a tool to coerce him.

However, by the time she finally understood this, Fu Tingyuan had already driven her family to ruin.

Therefore, Luo Nanchu was the biggest idiot in the whole wide world.

No wonder Fu Tingyuan didn't fancy her.

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