Wen Ran felt that Fu Chenlie really should go to the hospital and have his head examined.
Ordinary people, when they see others brawling, wouldn’t they just think it’s rude, impolite, and an indication of a hot temper?
Why, in his eyes, could these things be interpreted as being full of vitality and youthfulness, and even beco attractions for him?!
If the person she had splashed today weren’t Xu Tong but Jiang Wan Ning, would he still think the sa way?
As Wen Ran’s thoughts wandered, Fu Chenlie suddenly lifted her chin.
His deep eyes settled on her face, and his voice, carrying a hint of seduction, slowly rang in her ear, "Mrs. Fu, let’s get along well and be a normal married couple, okay?"
Wen Ran looked at the handso face in front of her and listened to his suggestion, feeling montarily stunned.
At the very beginning, Fu Chenlie was dissatisfied with their rushed marriage and always called her "Miss Wen" or "Miss Wen Ran." Later, he began to call her "Wen Ran."
She could no longer rember exactly when his way of addressing her changed to "Mrs. Fu."
In any case, this series of changes seed to represent Fu Chenlie’s tacit acknowledgnt and acceptance of their relationship.
But such tacit acknowledgnt and acceptance did not an his recognition of her.
"Why aren’t you speaking?" The hand that was pinching her chin suddenly tightened, snapping her back to reality.
Wen Ran’s eyes fluttered, and she slowly said, "But, boss, you are the CEO of Fu Group, and I’m just an ordinary girl who grew up in a small town. Our upbringing, educational backgrounds, and social statuses are worlds apart. What reason could you have to be interested in ? Even if you occasionally see a different side of and feel a bit of novelty, who can guarantee that this novelty is enough to make you truly like ? Especially when you’re already committed."
The man lifted his eyes to survey her, "Do you have so little confidence in yourself?"
"I’ve always been very self-aware."
"By your own admission, there are vast differences between us in many ways. Despite that, didn’t you still marry ? If it exists, it’s reasonable; maybe I’m destined to grow old with a woman whose family background isn’t so great?"
Grow old together?
Fu Chenlie really scared her to death with that.
They were just a contract couple, set to go their separate ways after a year. Is his brain malfunctioning for him to say sothing about growing old together?!
"Boss, I think it’s better if you sober up. Let’s cultivate our feelings for today, and then return to our respective rooms. Maybe by the ti you wake up tomorrow, you’ll regret saying such things to today."
"Who told you I would regret it?"
Wen Ran shook her head, feebly saying, "I’m just guessing..."
A disdainful chuckle escaped from between Fu Chenlie’s lips.
She lowered her gaze, and glanced at the large palm still resting on her chin, about to raise her hand to brush it away when from the corner of her eye, she saw his face getting closer and closer.
By the ti Wen Ran realized that Fu Chenlie was about to kiss her and was preparing to dodge, it was too late.
One hand was on her shoulder, the other pinching her chin, as he leaned in and kissed her dominantly.
Wen Ran’s breath was quickly filled with the scent of this man, and the air around them began to thin out in this unexpected kiss.
Unlike before, this kiss from Fu Chenlie had no forcefulness, no rudeness, and wasn’t even hasty. He kissed her patiently, tracing the shape of her lips, giving her a feeling of gentleness and cherishnt...
And he had his eyes closed.
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