Wen Ran stopped talking to him and quietly ate her al.
But Fu Chenlie didn’t seem to intend to end the conversation there.
His eyes fell on her face, full of scrutiny, "Ms. Wen Ran, I really can’t figure you out. How can you let your husband be so enthusiastic towards other won?"
Wen Ran, "..."
What could she think?
She simply felt more sympathy for those who liked Fu Chenlie.
However, every ti he ambiguously called her "Ms. Wen Ran," she’d get goosebumps all over.
"Speak up!"
"I just think CEO Zhou seems to really like you. Being liked is actually quite a happy thing, so I just casually asked you. I didn’t insist on you being passionate towards her."
Fu Chenlie, with an arrogant and smug look, "There are many won who like . Based on your logic, should I be doting on each of them?"
Wen Ran, "..."
She definitely didn’t an that.
The Qing dynasty has been gone for how many years, and he still thinks n can have multiple wives and concubines?
He really thinks he’s the Emperor, using the word "dote."
Is he worthy?
Seeing Wen Ran silent again, Fu Chenlie’s gaze shifted slightly, and he cleared his throat a bit uncomfortably, "What about you?"
"What?" She was clueless.
He stared straight at her.
At this mont, the man’s gaze was devoid of any anger, of any sharpness, just probing deeply, "Do you like ?"
When Wen Ran heard him ask, she was utterly stunned.
If you were to ask whether she liked him or not, the answer was definitely no.
But he was Fu Chenlie, after all; just by looking at his unwavering gaze, she knew—
If she said she didn’t like him, he’d definitely explode on the spot and extinguish her.
Wen Ran smiled, telling a kind lie, "Of course I like you. You are so handso, tall, and exude such an impressive presence—any woman would find it hard not to like you."
Fu Chenlie was still staring at her, but he didn’t speak. Instead, he picked up another piece of tofu and put it in his mouth, crushed it, and swallowed before he spoke ambiguously, "Really?"
"Yes," she replied naively.
The man’s lips curved, and the gradually cooling look in his eyes sohow beca tinted with scorn as he spoke with heavy emphasis, "But looking at you, why do I feel it’s so fake?"
Wen Ran bit her chopsticks and looked at him with eager eyes, suddenly at a loss for what to do.
An inexplicable fire rose in Fu Chenlie’s chest.
Snap—
He put down his chopsticks and commanded, "Go cut so fruit now."
Wen Ran nodded, "Okay."
She picked up an apple, found a plate in the storage cabinet of the dining area, and stood five ters away from Fu Chenlie to peel the apple.
It was only safe from a distance.
However, Wen Ran still couldn’t understand why Fu Chenlie, with so many admirers, needed to care whether she liked him or not.
Or perhaps, if he wanted her to like him, shouldn’t he at least do sothing decent?
Ever since they t, all he had been doing was doggish things.
She was human, liked dogs, but didn’t like dogs that were too troubleso.
After peeling and cutting the apple, Wen Ran carried the plate leisurely back to the dining table and placed the fruit in front of Fu Chenlie, "Boss, you can eat now, please enjoy."
She felt her attitude was already as good as a restaurant server’s, and he should be satisfied and let it be.
But who knew—
Fu Chenlie leaned back in his chair, relaxed and lazy, and shot her a look. With his lips parting lightly, he exhaled two words—"Feed !"
Wen Ran’s expression, shocked in one second.
She really had overestimated the lower limit of Fu Chenlie’s behavior!
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