As he finished speaking, he reached out his hand, his naked gaze fixating on her.
Wen Ran was extrely nervous, yet obediently handed her hand over, but the process was very slow, as she prayed internally that sothing would interrupt their forthcoming bonding mont.
But nothing happened.
Seeing her hesitation, the man leaned over, grabbed her hand, and with a little force, pulled her to him.
Wen Ran fell and sat on his lap, her other hand raised instinctively pressing against his chest.
Once stable, she hurriedly moved away.
Wen Ran lowered her eyes, avoiding looking at him.
Yet, she could feel the powerful muscle lines and burning temperature on his leg, all reminders that their current ambiguous posture had crossed the boundaries normally upheld by a typical husband and wife.
"Hug !" Fu Chenlie suddenly said.
Wen Ran instinctively raised her eyes to et his captivating gaze, her intended words stuck in her throat.
She didn’t move.
He repeated, "I said, hug ."
"How... how do I hug you?" she asked in confusion. "Aren’t you already holding ?"
Fu Chenlie actually gave her a clear instruction, "Wrap your arms around my neck."
Wen Ran felt shocked.
Her gaze shifted from initial timidity to helplessness, and she pursed her lips, "Boss, what exactly do you want? Although we’re husband and wife, we aren’t very close, are we? This makes very... uncomfortable."
"Uncomfortable?"
Wen Ran nodded and humd affirmatively.
He huffed carelessly.
Then, he started his cunning maneuver.
Fu Chenlie took Wen Ran’s hand and placed it around his neck, his dark eyes fixed on her as he slightly curved his lips, "You are my wife, it’s normal for to hold you, there’s nothing to feel awkward about."
She reminded him, "You have a clear goal, all this is just to have a child, it’s not genuinely heartfelt, I feel I can’t develop feelings for you."
He countered, "What if it’s not for having a child?"
Wen Ran’s eyes glinted with inquiry, "What do you an?"
Fu Chenlie looked into her puzzled eyes and slightly curved his lips.
With his finger pads, callused from work, he touched her face, gently caressing her cheek which felt quite nice, and then, in a low voice, he said, "I’m a bit interested in you."
"...Boss, did you... did you drink too much at dinner? Do you know what you are saying?"
"I didn’t drink, rember, you rode back in my car?"
Wen Ran didn’t want to be liked by Fu Chenlie.
She tried her best to prove the point that he couldn’t possibly be interested in her, "But why would you like ? I’m dumb, silly, and fat, only slightly good-looking, boss, be rational, don’t just settle..."
"You are very beautiful, sweet, and cute, not fat at all, the weight is all in the right places."
"That’s just on the surface."
Fu Chenlie raised an eyebrow, "Perhaps."
As the two words fell, a slight smile ford on his lips, "But today, when I was dining with CEO Zhou, I saw another side beneath your surface. I suddenly thought, this woman is quite intriguing, really piquing my curiosity."
"Did I do sothing terribly wrong?"
"Not terribly wrong. You, in a burst of anger, splashed juice on Xu Tong’s face. That fearless deanor aid solely at venting caught my deep attention. You’re vibrant, full of youthful energy, completely different from the consistently compromising Mrs. Fu I see. The extre contrast caused a strong visual impact and attracted right then."
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