Wen Ran couldn’t understand at all what Fu Chenlie ant.
She only felt that the force on her chin was way too strong, making her chin hurt as if it were about to dislocate, her red lips emitting a distress signal, "Boss, it hurts..."
He looked at her furrowed little face, his dark eyes slightly moved, and his hand relaxed a bit, but he didn’t let go completely.
The pain eased, but Wen Ran’s eyes reddened.
She accused the man, "Grandma was thinking of creating a good rest environnt for because she likes . You don’t want to listen to Grandma because you hate . Neither of you is wrong, but does that an I am? Many things I’ve also accepted passively. Why must you always vent your anger on ?"
Fu Chenlie looked at her reddened eyes, feeling an inexplicable tightness in his chest.
However, the litany of complaints in the girl’s words sounded to him like the height of irony.
For a mont, the man’s anger surged, and he coldly sneered, "What a passive acceptance. Are you saying that marrying was also passive? If you had disagreed, could Grandma have forced you into it at knifepoint?"
Wen Ran felt the pressure on her chin lighten and pushed away his large palm.
At the sa ti, she looked up to et his gaze, "Just as you agreed to marry after weighing the pros and cons, I married you by judging the situation. Neither of us is more noble than the other, and you have no right to bla it all on !"
"So you think you still have a point?"
"I just feel that, since the matter is settled, you might as well accept it. Even if we can’t be as harmonious and loving as an ordinary husband and wife, at the very least we should respect each other and not always bully . That way, you’ll feel more at ease and won’t have to get angry every ti you see ."
Fu Chenlie’s gaze upon her eyes grew deeper.
After years of navigating the corporate world, no one had dared to lecture him.
Yet today, this crude and impoverished girl dared to give him lessons on his own accord?!
A highly contradictory psychology flooded his mind.
He had never taken her seriously before, but her words today, damn it, made sense!
Yes, the marriage certificate had been signed and the legal relationship of husband and wife wouldn’t change within a year. No matter how much he vented on her, it was futile.
Wen Ran saw that he was silent and breathed a sigh of relief.
This man was too an.
He bullied her whenever he found the opportunity.
She sneaked a glance at him, and seeing that he was still silent, she assud he was considering her words and boldly started her "brainwashing" mode again, "Didn’t you say you’d have be responsible for your als? Then just treat as a temporary cook from now on. As the grand CEO, there’s no need to lose your temper over a little temp like ."
Wen Ran didn’t know if her words would be effective or move him slightly.
However, she thought that as the CEO of Fu Group, high-ranking and well-inford, he must have broadened his perspective and would be ntally agile.
But Fu Chenlie took a step closer to her, the corner of his mouth curving into a disdainful arc, "I am indeed very busy and have never felt that a woman who treats her marriage as a transaction for money is worth my ti."
Hearing this, Wen Ran thought he had taken her words to heart.
However—
The man’s gaze turned cold, and that originally scornful smile twisted into malice, "However, as you said, marrying you was a result of weighing pros and cons. If that result displeases , why can’t I transfer that displeasure onto you to make myself happy?"
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