He was born into an elite family like the Fu Family, so he must have received top-notch education from a young age. Basic moral principles like respecting the elders and loving the young should still be there, right?!
Although Fu Chenlie wasn’t very nice to her, Wen Ran knew that it all stemd from the fact that he was forced by Grandma to marry her, which was a displacent of his anger.
He himself said just now, disliking her had nothing to do with her Grandma.
So, if he were to visit Grandma, he should be very polite, right?
Even though she thought this way, Wen Ran was still sowhat anxious about how Fu Chenlie would behave when he t her Grandma.
...
Ten minutes later, the car stopped at Huan Island Villa.
Wen Ran and Fu Chenlie got out of the car together.
She walked behind him, and the sight of the place on the man’s head wrapped in gauze naturally invaded her field of vision.
Did all those people he t today see his injury?
Why didn’t anyone ask him about it?
Wen Ran thought for a mont...
Perhaps everyone was smart enough not to carelessly ask about things they didn’t understand, in case it led to so unspeakable issues.
After entering, Wen Ran stood at the entrance, changing her shoes while looking at Fu Chenlie: "Boss, should the wound on your head be dressed again tomorrow?"
He glanced at her and asked indifferently, "What’s it to you?"
Wen Ran, "..."
Why couldn’t this man ever speak nicely?
Adhering to the principle of not stooping to his level, Wen Ran patiently suggested: "Shall I take you to the hospital to change the dressing tomorrow?"
He glared at her: "Is this your way of atoning?"
She cocked her head to the side, and the smile she raised at him was teasing and charming: "Actually, I don’t think I made a mistake, right? You forced , I was defending myself, so taking you to the hospital isn’t atonent, it should be said to be..."
She thought for a mont before speaking cleverly: "It’s my duty as a driver."
Fu Chenlie watched her smiling face, then suddenly leaned in close to her.
Wen Ran instinctively stepped back, her back pressing against the door, her innocent and timid eyes looking up at him: "Boss... what’s wrong?"
The man’s eyes held a hint of danger, and he let out a scornful snort through his nostrils: "Wen Ran, have I been too kind to you today? Is that why you’re now twisting the facts, portraying attempted murder of your husband as self-defense?"
Attempted murder of her husband?
That term was overly harsh.
Her husband... could sort of be considered as such.
Wen Ran, not one to suffer a loss, imdiately bent to acknowledge: "Alright, alright, I’ll take you to the hospital to change the dressing as atonent. Boss, are you satisfied now?"
He looked at her coolly, repeating with a questioning tone: "Boss?"
"Husband..."
"Hmph."
Wen Ran, "..."
What’s with that hmph?
Why couldn’t he just say ’hah’?!
They looked at each other, and the air suddenly fell quiet.
At that mont, a ringtone from a mobile phone sounded.
Wen Ran took her phone out of her bag and, upon seeing the caller ID, imdiately thought of the barely perceptible hostility Fu Chenlie had shown towards Zhao Xiuyun the last ti.
She pressed the screen against her chest and sidestepped Fu Chen, then answered: "Hello, what do you need?"
"Are you free tomorrow, Saturday?"
"Tomorrow..."
If visiting Grandma the day after tomorrow would count as a day off, then tomorrow would be a working day. Although she didn’t know if there would be any driver’s work to do tomorrow, she should probably be considered busy without having inford Fu Chen in advance, right?
Wen Ran replied honestly: "Tomorrow is my workday. What’s up?"
"I need a favor."
"What kind of favor?"
After asking, she added, "I’ll see if I can make ti to help you."
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