She struggled to turn her face away, to dodge his kiss, and her hands never stopped pushing him away.
Alas, none of it helped.
At wit’s end, Wen Ran bit Fu Chenlie’s lip!
The mont his lip broke, she even heard the sound of her teeth grinding.
The man grimaced in pain, grunting softly.
Wen Ran took the opportunity to push him away, stepping back several tis.
Once she had steadied herself, she looked back at Fu Chenlie.
He furrowed his brows, lifted his hand, and with the pad of his thumb, he wiped from right to left across his lips, clearing the blood; he glanced indifferently at the red on his thumb and sneered quietly to himself.
Wen Ran watched him, his aura frigid, and her nerves sowhat taut.
Even so, she glared at him and said, "Please learn how to respect people in the future. Not everyone has to accept whatever you want to do; everyone has the right to refuse others."
"The right to refuse?"
"That’s right!"
With a chilling gaze, the man looked down at her domineeringly, "Mrs. Fu, do you know the cost of offending ?"
Wen Ran, mocking herself, smiled, "I don’t know, and I don’t care! Anyway, I’ve had enough!"
Fu Chenlie could hardly believe that the woman standing in front of him was the sa Mrs. Fu as before.
Listen! What is she even saying?
Between his furrowed brows, displeasure was written all over.
Wen Ran saw the raging fire in his eyes, and to say she wasn’t a bit scared would be a lie, but anger and impulse masked that slight fear.
She even coolly reminded him, "Don’t forget, Grandma has already said, if I don’t want to be with you, she would allow to divorce!"
When Fu Chenlie heard the word "divorce," he seed triggered, suddenly closing the gap between them, towering over her, the furious fire in his eyes nearly erupting, "In your dreams!"
Wen Ran t his gaze, biting her teeth silently.
Naturally, she knew that a divorce needed his agreent too; otherwise, it would be difficult.
The man smirked, mocking her with a grin, "Wen Ran, you’re causing such a fuss over Qin Zeyu, can you guess how I’ll deal with him?"
Hearing this, Wen Ran’s expression changed drastically.
The worry in her eyes was visibly surfacing as she said to him sternly, "I am the one who offended you, take it out on , why take it out on others?"
"Take it out on you?"
"Yes!"
The man curled the corners of his lips slightly, his tone ambiguous, "But you are still my wife after all, I can’t bear to do that, so he’ll just have to be the unlucky one."
With that, he flung the driver’s side door open, pulled Wen Ran in, and then walked around to the front passenger side. As he fastened his seatbelt, he commanded sternly, "Drive, to the office."
Wen Ran did not move, asking him in a deep voice, "What do you plan to do to Qin Zeyu?"
The man glanced at her nonchalantly, "Why, scared?"
Wen Ran gritted her teeth, trying to keep her tone calm, "As long as you apologize to , I’ll forgive you for sending ssages from my phone indiscriminately. Our conflict has nothing to do with Qin Zeyu, and he has already accepted the transferred money, so don’t target him."
Fu Chenlie stared at her, his gaze growing disdainful, and his voice filled with a hint of mockery as he spoke, "Mrs. Fu, how can you be so naive?"
She frowned, "What do you an?"
His cold gaze landed on her face, his voice sharp, "First, I will absolutely not apologize; second, for each additional word you say defending him, my retaliation against him will increase by one degree."
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