Fu Chenlie looked at her coldly, with a smirk that wasn’t quite a smile, "Mrs. Fu, you really are a surprise."
Wen Ran could tell from his expression that this was definitely not a complint.
She put on a fake smile and inquired, "What do you an by that, boss?"
"Not only are you good at seducing n, but you’re also skilled at brainwashing, claiming it’s for my own good when you say I should treat you well. All twisted into your favor. You seem to know a lot about ’PUA,’ right?"
PUA?
Wen Ran was imdiately stunned.
If she rembered correctly, this man had asked her what PUA was before. He knew now?
Wen Ran didn’t dare to think too much and quickly denied it, "Boss, you’re wronging ."
"Wronging you?"
After the rhetorical question, he said disdainfully, "Don’t you know whether I’m wronging you?"
She fell silent.
In Fu Chenlie’s eyes, this silence was undoubtedly an admission.
He first scoffed coldly and then elegantly sat down after turning her chair around.
The man crossed his legs casually and looked up, "It’s only been half a month since our registration, how many n have I caught confessing their liking for you? Should I complint Mrs. Fu on her boundless charm that has attracted such a vast number of admirers?"
"Before I t you, no one had ever confessed to . I don’t know what’s been going on lately..."
"So you an, it’s my fault these ’flies’ ca buzzing?"
Wen Ran, "..."
That was his interpretation; she hadn’t said that.
Fu Chenlie quickly spoke again, "You keep trying to convey the idea that I should treat you well, yet you offer no absolute affirmation that I am the only one for you. Tell , should I praise your intelligence, or should I call you foolish?"
Wen Ran guiltily avoided his gaze, "I just don’t want to be threatened by you. It’s not as severe as you say."
"Threatened by ? Your admirers are blooming everywhere. As your lawful husband, don’t I have the right to remind you to keep your distance from them?"
"That’s not what I ant."
She timidly dropped the sentence, then boldly tried to guess, "But boss, aren’t you... jealous?"
His facial expression suddenly changed, and sothing seed to shatter in his eyes.
Seconds later, the man regained his senses, incredulously asking, "What did you say?"
Wen Ran carefully repeated, "Many people like , and you’re afraid they’ll take away, so... you’re jealous?"
Fu Chenlie’s dark eyes were stormy with complex emotions. Apparently speechless by her question and reasoning, he sneered in fury, "Mrs. Fu, where do you get your confidence?"
"You gave it to ," she replied quickly.
After answering, she boldly smiled, "You keep ntioning my admirers and your attitude. Isn’t that jealousy over being liked?"
He stared at her infectious smile and, for so reason, felt a surge of annoyance mingled with anger.
Wen Ran, seeing the man staring intensely at her without speaking, guessed again, "Seriously, boss, aren’t you afraid that I’ll fall for soone else and be taken away?"
At that, Fu Chenlie abruptly stood up from his chair.
His sudden movent scared Wen Ran into stepping back.
Yet the man stepped forward, his eyes black as ink, and mocked her, "Am I afraid you’ll be taken away?!"
With utmost disdain, he dropped the harsh words and sarcastically said, "Wen Ran, aren’t you overestimating yourself a bit?"
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