Fu Chenlie didn’t answer her directly but chuckled, "Weren’t you the one who didn’t want to know?"
Her palm was still clutching that champagne-colored dress. Upon hearing his words, she couldn’t help but feel slightly tense, the delicate fabric in her hand crumpling under her grip.
A few seconds later, Wen Ran turned to him, her voice playful yet cautious, "Originally, I didn’t want to know. But you kept steering into asking you, so if I don’t ask, wouldn’t that be not giving you face?"
His lips curled faintly as he looked at her with an air of leisure, and then he uttered three words: "It’s my aunt."
Wen Ran frowned, her face full of surprise. "Huh?"
"The dress was chosen by my aunt on my behalf. She happened to be busy with sothing that day, but passed by Fu Group and brought it over for . I went downstairs to retrieve it."
"...Oh... Oh."
The awkwardness in her expression deepened.
Unexpectedly, it turned out to be his aunt!
So the woman she had been holding a grudge against in her heart, feeling jealous of, turned out to be Fu Chenlie’s biological aunt?!
Wen Ran stood between the sofa and the coffee table, slowly setting the dress down, her guilty conscience leaving her uncertain about what to do in the mont.
Hesitating, the man sitting on the sofa suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist.
She turned around, eting his deep and amused gaze, stamring, "You... What are you doing?"
Fu Chenlie didn’t respond, but he suddenly exerted force, pulling Wen Ran toward him.
Caught off guard, she ended up sitting on his lap, and imdiately began to try to rise.
Fu Chenlie pressed her back down, his deep eyes focused on her face, his rough fingertips brushing across her cheeks. There was a hint of laughter on his striking features. "Jealous, huh?"
Her face flushed red, her gaze darting away as she denied without hesitation, "I’m not."
"Still claiming you’re not?"
"...I’m really not."
The man pinched her chin, his dark eyes locked onto her face as he shalessly studied her. Then he spoke: "After my aunt stopped by that day, you’ve been acting all passive-aggressive toward . I might be busy with work, but I’m not stupid. I’ve seen all your little thoughts clear as day."
Wen Ran stuck to her denial, "I wasn’t..."
Before she could finish, Fu Chenlie interrupted her, "Rushing to deny it just ans you’re embarrassed about feeling jealous of my own aunt, doesn’t it?"
She fell silent.
After all, being called out over and over again already proved that her denial was useless.
Fu Chenlie was so sharp-eyed, wasn’t he?
She did feel embarrassed, but she didn’t think she’d done anything wrong.
Wen Ran took a deep breath, summoned her courage, and t Fu Chenlie’s gaze directly. "I only t your aunt once. That day at the company, the distance was too far—I didn’t see her clearly and didn’t know it was your aunt."
Fu Chenlie humd in acknowledgnt, "I know you didn’t recognize her. But saying that—is it admitting you were spying on , or admitting you... were jealous?"
Her eyes flickered, her gaze drifting from his face and lowering to the floor as she slowly spoke, "Fu Chenlie, the truth is, being with you makes feel really insecure."
He calmly asked, "Why do you say that?"
Wen Ran’s expression didn’t look great, her lips pressing together as she explained, "We’re a contract couple, the kind that feels like we could split at any mont. And then you’re so dazzlingly talented. Whether it’s an independent and capable CEO Zhou, or Liu Jing, who just wants to climb the social ladder—either one could easily see you as their goal, their object of affection. There’s too much temptation around you. But for , I just want to spend this year as your wife peacefully. I don’t want to face judgental stares because my husband cheated or betrayed ."
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