"Brother Mo Bei didn’t say she liked ."
After that, Wen Ran suddenly smiled at Fu Chenlie, "Or are you saying, in my husband’s eyes, I’m so beautiful and charismatic that any man should like ?"
He slightly curled up the corner of his lips and responded to her, "Quite the opposite."
Hearing these four words, Wen Ran knew this man wouldn’t say anything nice.
So she didn’t continue to ask.
But even though she didn’t ask, he took the initiative to say, "What I really can’t seem to understand is how soone as ordinary and plain as you can make so many n keep you in their thoughts. If Ms. Wen knows what her shining points are, why not enlighten ?"
"You don’t like , so you find faults in everything I do, but just because you don’t like doesn’t an I’m not worthy of being liked."
"Is that so? Then tell , what about you is worth liking?"
Wen Ran stared at him, and for a mont, she really wanted to make him open his eyes wide and see just how much she was worth liking!
So, she lifted her hand to support her chin, tilted her head, and while smiling at him, she even blinked, "Am I not pretty?"
The disdainful smile on Fu Chenlie’s face froze slightly.
To be fair, Wen Ran was very pretty.
This prettiness, coupled with a touch of innocence and cuteness, was the kind that would be popular, even irresistible to everyone regardless of age or gender.
Maybe, as she said, because he didn’t like her, he always deliberately overlooked her good qualities.
But was it really her he disliked?
Perhaps what he truly disliked was the forced nature of this marriage.
As long as the marriage was coerced, it didn’t matter if it was Wen Ran or Leng Ran, he would dislike it.
A mont later, the man gathered his thoughts and retorted, "What does being pretty have to do with anything?"
Wen Ran instantly smiled widely, "See? You are the CEO of a multinational corporation, and you’ve seen so many beautiful won. But even so, you still think I’m pretty, which goes to show that I’m not just ordinarily pretty."
Fu Chenlie’s face darkened.
Why did it feel like he had been trapped?!
Wen Ran, pleased with herself, continued, "Beauty is a woman’s trump card, don’t you know that? Not to ntion my other qualities like kindness, politeness, and filial piety. Just being pretty alone ans a lot of people will like at first sight because we live in an era that values looks!"
Fu Chenlie, "..."
She was quite clever.
Or should I say, this woman had always been clever.
She had a plan for her own career, and she knew how to behave with tact in his presence. Now he saw another of her strengths—
Her self-awareness was quite accurate.
Wen Ran looked at Fu Chenlie, who usually liked to nitpick but was now silent, and slightly curved her lips, "Why aren’t you speaking? Do you think everything I said was correct?"
"So what if it’s correct? You’re still far from being a match for ."
"When did I ever say I wanted to be a match for you?"
Fu Chenlie frowned.
Wen Ran spoke nonchalantly, "After a year, I’ll divorce you without looking back, never contact you again, and forget everything about being your wife as cleanly as possible, starting afresh!"
He listened to her words, and anger surged in his heart.
Finally, the man spoke through clenched teeth, "Wen Ran, no matter what, I am considered a god among n in the eyes of countless ladies of Jiang City, with a rich family background and handso looks. How co in your eyes and heart, I seem worthless?"
"Because you are not good to ."
"How have I not been good to you? I agreed to develop feelings with you, compromised when you didn’t let sleep with you; how much more do you want to take advantage of ?"
Wen Ran stared at him, and after a long ti, she finally spoke in a muffled voice, "You don’t like ."
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