Wen Ran subconsciously shook her head, "I don’t really rember."
After speaking, she added, "But no matter what I said, it was all to win the argunt against Xu Tong, not my true feelings, so husband, whatever you heard, don’t take it seriously, okay? You’re so smart and worldly, you must know that in ergencies, people often say outrageous things, so... don’t mind it, and don’t overthink it, okay?"
Fu Chenlie looked down on her from above, "Don’t overthink it?"
She nodded earnestly, "Mhm, mhm."
"Mrs. Fu, you say I begged you to bear children for , do you think such words are okay to just blurt out during an argunt? Is this how you, as Mrs. Fu, tarnish your husband’s reputation in public?"
"It was Xu Tong who first said that..."
Realizing she was about to bring up "Wan Ning," Wen Ran tily cut herself off, choosing another line of argunt, "Xu Tong first said I was about to beco an abandoned wife and that I would get divorced."
Fu Chenlie said with ambiguous intent, "Is what she said wrong?"
His words caused Wen Ran’s heart to suddenly sink.
She stared at him, her voice turning from cautious to indifferent and cool, "What do you an?"
He spoke emotionlessly, "Our divorce is inevitable, Xu Tong is rely stating the facts. You should be aware of this, right?"
Wen Ran pursed her lips, nodding seriously, "I’m very aware, but that doesn’t an others can frivolously discuss my marriage or use my involuntary circumstances to mock and stab at my backbone."
Fu Chenlie glanced at her indifferently, "The mont you signed the agreent, you gave others the chance to discuss you frivolously. Is it not too late for you now to start defending your dignity?"
Wen Ran’s eyes montarily stalled.
This wasn’t the first ti he had said this to her.
But this ti, Fu Chenlie’s words were all in defense of Jiang Wan Ning’s friend.
A sudden, unanticipated sourness crept up from deep within her heart after his words fell.
Wen Ran felt sad.
So sad it was as though a sharp knife had pierced her fragile, sensitive heart.
She had a minor conflict with Jiang Wan Ning’s close friend, and now she was subjected to such judgnt and execution by Fu Chen.
Heh, he truly loved Jiang Wan Ning.
Wen Ran bit her lip, feigning indifference as she stared at him and pressed, "Fu Chenlie, do you think I deserve to be ridiculed by Xu Tong, that I should just endure her provocations, act like a shrinking turtle, and present my face to be slapped by her?"
This was the second ti she called him by his full na.
The man’s eyes narrowed, feeling an odd sensation in his heart as he heard the heavy enunciation of those three syllables from her mouth.
He frowned and denied, "That’s not what I an."
As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Chenlie’s calloused fingertips abruptly lifted her chin, "But Wen Ran, when did you beco so bold as to call by my na?"
Wen Ran brushed his hand away in rejection, "A na is ant to be used."
After speaking, she imdiately followed up, "Why not explain what you an?"
"I..."
The man had only uttered one word before Wen Ran coldly interrupted him, "Forget it, more words are useless. It’s my fault for badmouthing you behind your back, my fault for arguing with Xu Tong, even for being seen at the sa restaurant as her—it’s all my fault. Are you satisfied now?"
Fu Chenlie’s face darkened, "Wen Ran, are you sick in the head? Didn’t I defend you in front of Xu Tong just now? I’m just trying to communicate with you about the issue at hand, what kind of attitude is this?"
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