Fu Chenlie’s gaze shifted, catching a glimpse of the scalding tear that adorned his hand.
The next second, with his callused fingertips, he gently wiped away the continuous tears at the corners of her eyes, "None of them? Then speak clearly, what is it?"
The man’s voice was tender yet restrained, yet a subtle pressure seeped through.
Wen Ran had only been montarily frightened and didn’t want to cry.
After composing herself over a few short seconds, she t his eyes and pursed her lips slightly, "It was out of spite, spite against you."
His brows furrowed, "Spite?"
Wen Ran lowered her head, clenched her teeth, and spoke deliberately, "It was when I was taking you to the airport that I bumped into Qin Zeyu’s car. I insisted on paying for the repairs or giving him money, but when he suggested that I take him out for a al, I initially declined politely. However, under his persistence, I agreed, and my agreent was because I wasn’t happy."
She paused there.
The man quickly followed with a question, "Unhappy about what?"
Gritting her teeth, she raised her eyes to his dark pupils, forcefully suppressing those complex emotions eager to rush out, "I am unhappy that my lawful husband is going abroad to find his first love. I don’t know how I should conduct myself during the marriage if he brings her back. My mind is in chaos, troubled, and filled with many worries."
As she spoke, her emotions grew denser and more unrestrained.
Wen Ran’s voice began to choke uncontrollably, "I... I agreed to dine with Qin Zeyu as a way to compete with myself, thinking that if you could go find other won, then I could have a al with other n. Moreover, just having a al isn’t doing anything to betray you, so I said yes to him, and the car accident was also because I was distracted thinking about these things while driving, not paying attention to the overtaking vehicle behind . All of this happened because you were going to see another woman!"
She sniffled, "I was... I went to sing with Ah Yan. When I went to the restroom, I bumped into another high school classmate, Qi Hao, who dragged Qin Zeyu to the private room Ah Yan and I had booked. Then he called a bunch of other classmates, leading to the scenario you saw where I was in the sa place as Qin Zeyu, playing together. Yet, I was there for four hours and had scarcely exchanged five sentences with him!"
As Wen Ran laid out these points, she didn’t know why, but she felt increasingly distressed, and the tears she had held back for so long started to fall like pearls off a string.
She slowly slid down against the railing behind her, crouching on the ground and sobbing softly.
Fu Chenlie watched her, a pang of tightness afflicting his chest.
He bent down as well, nearly kneeling on one knee, and extended a hand to gently press on her shoulder as he spoke, "You have so many emotions about going to find Wan Ning. Why didn’t you tell ?"
She looked up into his eyes, countering his question with one of her own, "If I had told you, would you have not gone?"
The man’s lips twitched slightly, but he did not provide any answer.
Wen Ran laughed at herself, "I know I don’t carry much weight in your heart, nor do I have the right to stop you. All these emotions of mine are just from considering my own position, just fearing being humiliated because my husband gets too close to another woman."
She lifted a hand to wipe away her tears, "I also know you’re not in the wrong. You were just pursuing soone you love dearly. She has always been your number one, rightfully sought after. I understand all that."
"Since you understand, why feel so wronged?"
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