She didn’t know if it was because she got caught sneaking a peek or what, but Wen Ran felt her heart racing suddenly, and even stuttered when she spoke, "I wasn’t looking at you, I was looking at that little girl over there, thinking how cute she is..."
In an attempt to convince him, she pointed towards a little girl being held by her mom near the elevator during her explanation.
But Fu Chenlie just laughed.
Wen Ran didn’t understand and looked at him, "I’m telling the truth, what are you laughing at?"
He curved his lips, a cunning glint flashed across his handso brows and eyes, and a low chuckle escaped his throat, "Did I say you were looking at ? I just asked you if it was good-looking?"
She was left speechless.
At the sa ti, she wished she could find a hole to crawl into, as deep as possible...
As Wen Ran’s embarrassnt peaked, Fu Chenlie didn’t forget to press further, "Since you’ve admitted that you were looking at , shouldn’t you answer my question now?"
She gave him a look and decided to tell the truth, "Yes, you’re good-looking."
"Hm?"
"The condition is that you need to shut up! Because nothing good ever cos out of your mouth."
Fu Chenlie glared at her displeased, almost grinding out between his teeth, "Wen Ran! You’re getting bolder!"
She blinked her innocent eyes at him, "I’m telling the truth though, am I not? Would you prefer I not praise your looks?"
"After you insult ?"
"Who asked you to always be so harsh on , your speech always veiled with sarcasm, never communicating properly, your words so sharp when expressing hurt, I feel like my heart’s been cut by you nurous tis. Naturally, I think you stop being handso the mont you start speaking. I’m speaking from the heart. You’d better improve the way you talk, or you’ll end up with no friends who want to deal with you."
His eyes narrowed as he looked at her brazenness, a cold laugh escaping him, "You think you can change ?"
"I’m only making a suggestion."
"Is that so? Then let also suggest that you get used to the way I speak."
Wen Ran stared at him, unwittingly frowning.
As Fu Chenlie t her gaze, he leaned in closer to her.
She leaned back while he continued forward, back and forth, until there was no more room for her to retreat, the man claiming a crushing victory in this advance.
He finally raised his hand and stopped her advance, looking down at her with a king’s contemptuous gaze, "You’re the weak, I’m the strong, and the rules of this world have always been made by the strong. So, you need to listen to , adapt to , and follow my temperant, understand?"
"You’re really domineering!"
"And what about it?"
She muttered, "Authoritarianism is destined to be overthrown!"
Fu Chen exhaled lightly, admiring her with cheeks puffed out, confident and cocky as he spoke, "In the entire business world, there’s no one born yet who can take down Fu Chenlie!"
Wen Ran clearly despised his self-assured deanor.
But for so reason, as she looked at his proud and confident handso face, her heart uncontrollably began to flutter with a hint of attraction and admiration.
She was well aware that he spoke the truth.
She had also heard of many in the business world who could not stand him, and yet could do nothing against him.
Wen Ran had always admired strength, and right in front of her was a tangible powerhouse of the business world, with first-rate looks and an outstanding physique.
In this mont, she felt a strange sensation toward Fu Chenlie, unsure of what it might be, but she forced herself not to think of the word "like." In the end, she defined that feeling as—
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