Wen Ran glanced at the ring on her finger and then looked at Fu Chenlie.
He took her hand and lightly kissed it, his gaze deep and complex, his voice low and hoarse as he started, "Mrs. Fu, do you like it?"
"It’s okay."
"So reluctant?"
She lowered her eyes in silence.
After all, a ring is just an external object. She and Fu Chenlie were far from being a match made in heaven. How happy could she be?
To put it bluntly, if it weren’t for Tan Qiming openly showing interest in her as "Mrs. Fu" in Fu Chenlie’s office, she wouldn’t have this ring on her ring finger today, symbolizing marriage.
Seeing her silent, Fu Chenlie didn’t probe further.
He turned her hand over, placing the matching n’s ring in her palm: "Mine, you put it on too."
Wen Ran glanced at him: "Why don’t you put it on yourself?"
"I put yours on, and you should put mine on too, that’s called reciprocity."
"...Oh."
She responded casually, took his hand with its distinct knuckles, and slipped the ring on his ring finger.
Having completed the task, Wen Ran was about to withdraw her hand when suddenly Fu Chenlie pulled her, and the unguarded woman collided into his chest. A large palm pressed against her lower back, and her chin was tilted upward.
Wen Ran frowned slightly: "What are you doing?"
"I have sothing to ask you."
"What?"
Fu Chenlie’s eyes darkened, his voice deep and husky as he spoke: "If that Liu Jing just now hadn’t changed her mind about wanting my phone number, would you have kissed Qin Zeyu?"
Wen Ran stared at him, her thoughts drifting for a mont.
Although she also disliked the dare suggested by Liu Jing, according to the rules of the ga, she had to kiss Qin Zeyu.
But how could she dare to do that in front of Fu Chenlie?
"I wouldn’t." Wen Ran ca back to her senses, dropping two words.
Fu Chenlie scoffed, his rough fingertips ambiguously rubbing back and forth on her chin: "It took you so long to say no? Is that your true feelings? Or are you saying... because you’re afraid of , you gave the answer you think is correct?"
She arched her eyebrows: "Do you always like to get to the bottom of things like this?"
His eyes flickered slightly: "What do you an?"
Wen Ran had a faint smile on her lips: "When you ask others a question and they answer, that should be it. Why do you feel the need to figure out what they’re really thinking?"
"Know the enemy and know yourself, and you will never be defeated in a hundred battles. Don’t you understand such a simple concept?"
"This is ho, not a marketplace; we are husband and wife, not enemies. You should trust every word I say unconditionally, not try to read into my thoughts like you’re doing business with soone. You don’t need to win because I’m not at war with you."
After she finished speaking, the hand holding her chin paused slightly.
It was the first ti soone had instructed him on what to do, and strangely, he didn’t feel disgusted or angry. In fact, he even thought there was so truth to it.
Fu Chenlie stared at Wen Ran’s delicate, palm-sized face, his lips curving slightly: "I wouldn’t have guessed, Mrs. Fu, your theories are quite elaborate."
"I’m just telling the truth. You’ve been in the business world for a long ti, and on top of that..." She hesitated, then continued, "Being single for two years and not dealing much with won, it’s normal to have shortcomings in knowing how to manage a marital relationship."
"Is that so? With Mrs. Fu being so knowledgeable, does that co from a wealth of experience?"
Wen Ran imdiately denied it: "It’s not."
The man chuckled lightly: "Then what is it?"
Her expression unchanging: "Maybe it’s the gender advantage of being a woman."
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