You Should Continue Hating Me Like This

He had a man's allure.

No matter how cold-hearted this man was, his handsome face was one in a million.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have liked him in the first place.

Luo Nanchu shot a glance at him before walking into the dining room.

The meal was already laid out on the table. The food was piping hot and smelled delicious.

As Luo Nanchu was walking up the steps, she stumbled. A hand reached out from behind her and held her up.

When she turned around, her gaze met the elegant appearance of the man behind her.

"My waist hurts," she grumbled plaintively.

Fu Tingyuan looked at her and withdrew his hand.

Turning around, he said to a nearby servant, "Go grab a cushion and bring it here."

"If Mr. Fu could be gentler next time, Nanchu would be extremely grateful." She smiled a non-smile.

Fu Tingyuan shot her a look before turning to enter the dining room.

Luo Nanchu leaned against the cushion and chewed on her chopsticks, eating half-heartedly.

She cupped her chin with her gaze wandering elsewhere. Fu Tingyuan noticed this and frowned.

After lunch, Luo Nanchu went upstairs.

When she came downstairs, she was dressed up differently.

She was wearing a bright red dress. Her long, slightly curled hair rested on her shoulders, she wore fruit-red lipstick, and she even applied eyeliner to make herself look mature.

Fu Ting-yuan's eyes fell from her slender waist to her long, straight legs. Her skirt was short and only an inch above her knees. Her high-heeled shoes accented her perfect legs. On her delicate white ankle, there was a bruise from last night's passion, which had been caused by his forceful grip.

When his eyes fell upon the bruise, an expected haziness clouded his gaze.

Where was she taking this bruise to?

Fu Tingyuan's eyes darkened.

From the sofa, he asked, "Where are you going?"

Clutching her purse, Luo Nanchu glanced askance at him and smirked flirtatiously with her rosy lips.

"The contract doesn't seem to specify that Nanchu has to report to Mr. Fu about where she goes."

Fu Tingyuan lifted his head slightly and said to the servant behind him, "Tell the security guard that no one is allowed to go through the gates today."

Luo Nanchu's expression changed, her eyes turned cold, and she glared daggers at Fu Tingyuan before walking out in her heels.

At the gates, she was stopped by security.

"Ms. Luo, Mr. Fu has instructed that you're not allowed to go out today."

"Not even to eat with a friend?"

"My apologies, Ms. Luo." The other party was polite, but extremely insistent. He did not open the gates for her in the end.

Luo Nanchu bit her lip and turned to look at the man who was chilling on the sofa. Fury burned in her gaze.

She walked over and used her purse to smack Fu Tingyuan.

Angrily, she screamed, "Fu Tingyuan, you jerk! Why did you have to harm my entire family!"

She had promised that she would send Luo Zhiying money for the school fees, but Fu Tingyuan wouldn't lend it to her. It shouldn't hinder him in any way if she were to borrow it from Tang Qing, right?

What right did he have to prevent her from going out?!

"You hate me? Without me, you would have buried Bai Zhiyan long ago!" she rambled incoherently.

"So you're saying I should thank you, huh?" asked Fu Tingyuan calmly.

Luo Nanchu bit her lip. Her eyes were red as she stared at Fu Tingyuan for a moment.

Then, she replied, "No. Just continue hating me like this."

With that said, she turned around and stalked upstairs in her high heels.

The living room quieted down.

"Mr. Fu," asked the servant cautiously, "do you need me to talk to Ms. Luo?"

"No," Fu Tingyuan answered, "there's nothing to talk to her about."

His expression was cold and collected.