"Ah?"
"What, you don’t want to?"
It’s not that she was unwilling; after all, this was the fastest way to get Zhao Xiuyun to accept that they had to explain things to his mother.
However...
Wen Ran looked at him and asked, "Didn’t you say before not to tell anyone about our relationship?"
"Within the range I allow, you can tell."
"OK then."
She withdrew her hand and was about to open the cara app on her phone. After thinking a bit, she asked, "Boss, can I use a beauty filter?"
He slightly narrowed his eyes.
Wen Ran explained, "The original cara makes everything look too ugly. It doesn’t capture my husband’s handso and impressive features. Adding a beauty filter will better restore your splendid beauty."
After hearing her flattering words, Fu Chenlie replied dismissively, "Whatever."
"Okie dokie."
Wen Ran happily opened the beauty-enhanced cara, switched to the front cara, and stood beside it, making a victory sign at the cara. She was very satisfied with the effect of the beauty filter.
But—
Behind her, Fu Chenlie, who was coldly staring into the cara, not only had lipstick applied to his lips but also eyeshadow around his eyes, making him look like so male demon!
She imdiately felt a sense of unease.
The next second, his chilly voice rang out, "Turn it off!"
"Oh, okay, right away," Wen Ran knew she couldn’t make soone look ugly like this, so she obediently picked a less obvious beauty filter, planning to retake the photo.
But then, she realized her face still looked huge.
Wen Ran turned to look at Fu Chenlie, her face mirroring her difficulty.
"What’s wrong now?"
"Can you hold the phone to take it?"
He looked puzzled.
She explained, "I an... When I’m in the front, my face looks too big."
Fu Chenlie, "..."
Although speechless, he still took the phone from her hand.
Just as Wen Ran was about to move around him to pose for the photo, her arm was suddenly grabbed.
Before she could even ask what Fu Chenlie was planning, she was pulled back and ended up sitting on his lap, with a strong arm wrapping around her shoulder!
Wen Ran was surprised and also felt embarrassed.
She tried to stand up, but his arm tightened, pressing her back down.
He already raised the cara, commanding, "Look at the cara."
Wen Ran looked over, her face flushing with a hint of shyness.
Suddenly, Fu Chenlie leaned down, his thin lips pressing against her face.
Just as Wen Ran was bewildered, a "click" sounded—the photo was taken!
He checked the photo, very satisfied with it, and then looked down at the woman in his arms, "Send this to Zhao Xiuyun, right now."
She hesitated, "Isn’t it too..."
His threatening tone interrupted her, "Too what?"
Wen Ran pouted, "Nothing, I’ll send it now."
He humd softly, his lips curving slightly, his tone cryptic, "Be good, that’s when I’ll like you."
Wen Ran, "..."
Who wants him to like her?
Just as she was about to get off his lap, a knock ca from the office door. In the panic, Wen Ran stepped on Fu Chenlie’s foot, lost her balance, and was about to fall forward when he forcefully pulled her back.
Still in shock, Wen Ran saw the person entering from the office door—it was CEO Zhou!
Her eyes imdiately widened, and her heart felt as if a large stone had been thrown into a calm sea, causing waves to surge.
In the midst of her scrambled thoughts, Wen Ran’s expression unwittingly took on the awkward look of a mistress and a scoundrel caught by the rightful wife.
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