Jiang Nuan listened to the sentintal tone in her voice, and her heart sank. She casually brought it up, "I rember your husband ca to Mahali for treatnt because he was ill. What illness does he have?"
"A leg ailnt. I told you before, Miss Susan, you even said you’re a neurologist and could have a look at him. I conveyed your kind intention to him, but ever since he got sick, he’s beco reclusive and doesn’t like to et strangers. I ntioned it to him, but he neither agreed nor refused, and there was no further developnt..."
Also a leg ailnt.
Jiang Nuan was almost certain of sothing.
She bit her lip tightly, nearly breaking the skin, her eyes flickering as she asked softly, "I still don’t know the surna of our neighbor next door. Is it convenient to ask? In case we run into each other in the future, I wouldn’t know how to greet him."
"What’s the harm?" The housekeeper laughed nonchalantly. "The gentleman’s last na is Fu, but I don’t know his first na."
Jiang Nuan couldn’t muster a real smile, forcing the corners of her mouth to curve, "What a coincidence, my friend’s last na is also Fu."
At dusk, Jiang Nuan finally arrived at the embassy. She parked the car and walked on the marble floor into the grand and magnificent building.
"Hello."
Seeing her yellow skin and black hair, the receptionist recognized her as a compatriot and greeted her warmly, but still needed to ask the necessary questions.
"Ma’am, do you have business at the embassy? To complete any procedures, please move to your left. Further inside is the office area, and non-staff are not permitted entry."
Jiang Nuan handed over her docunts and politely said, "I’m here to et a friend."
The receptionist glanced at her docunts, looked at her again in surprise. Upon seeing Jiang Nuan’s delicate face and conspicuously young age, returned her docunts with even more friendliness than before, "Oh, you’re Doctor Jiang Nuan. Is your friend one of our staff here?"
"No," Jiang Nuan described Fu Yi’s basic details to her, hoping she could help find him.
As they were speaking, the receptionist suddenly looked past her and greeted the person behind her with utmost respect, "Hello, Diplomat Yu."
She lowered her voice and whispered to Jiang Nuan, "Is the friend you ntioned the person next to Diplomat Yu?"
Jiang Nuan quickly turned around and unexpectedly locked eyes with a pair of deep, mysterious eyes. Fu Yi was still wearing the clothes she had casually picked up for him at the supermarket yesterday—black shirt and black pants—enhanced by his own excellent physique, exuding a refined look. Next to him stood a young woman, tall and slender, around twenty-seven or twenty-eight, with jet-black hair tied in a neat ponytail, revealing a prominent forehead. This hairstyle, also called an "auntie head," is comparable to a man’s crew cut; only those with good looks can pull it off. If there’s even a minor flaw in one’s face or features, it’s best to avoid this style. Evidently, the woman beside Fu Yi suited the hairstyle perfectly, with an oval face that’s fair and plump, skin that’s white with a hint of pink, exuding an impeccable charm. Anyone could see she was a great beauty.
The colors of their clothes were coordinated like a couple’s outfit, and standing with Fu Yi, anyone could easily mistake them for husband and wife.
Jiang Nuan was stunned, her mouth slightly open, the words she had prepared on the way there stuck in her throat, suddenly unable to be spoken.
In contrast, seeing her arrival, Fu Yi first showed surprise in his eyes, which was then followed by an uncontrollable delight. After a brief mont of elation, he forcibly clenched his fist to suppress it, as if he had hidden his turbulent emotions behind a calm exterior, concealing the storm within his heart, his expression giving nothing away, "Did you co to see ?"
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