Wen Ran thought, spending day and night beside such an outstanding man, admired by thousands, probably no woman could escape unscathed.
Snapping out of her thoughts, she removed his hand from her chin, took a step closer, looked up, and asked the man, "Then... shall we give it a try?"
He raised his brow slightly. "Give it a try?"
Wen Ran replied, "Mm, let’s try being a normal husband and wife. After all, everyone knows we’re married now. We don’t need to avoid anything like before anymore. We can hold hands and hug in front of others; we don’t need to mind anyone at all."
Fu Chenlie listened to her words, chuckled softly, and indulgently replied, "Alright, I’ll do as Madam says."
She smiled too, content and blissful.
"Wen Ran—"
A less-than-kind voice suddenly pierced her ears. Wen Ran instinctively turned around.
Liu Jing stord over, her aura fierce.
She had co for Wen Ran, but after spotting Fu Chenlie standing beside her, her montum weakened slightly. Still, she stared at Wen Ran and demanded, "You’ve been playing from the start, haven’t you?"
Wen Ran frowned and asked, "What do you an by that?"
"You and Mr. Fu are already married and are husband and wife, but you still led on to make that bet with you. You knew from the beginning that he would never touch , didn’t you?" Liu Jing spat, gritting her teeth as she said it.
It was obvious—she was holding herself back.
Wen Ran gave a cold sneer and responded unhurriedly, "First, it was you who proposed the bet. Second, whether or not I’m married to him has no direct bearing on whether you’re capable of luring him into bed. Don’t forget—when you invited my husband to dinner, he already told you he was married. And who was it back then that shalessly said she didn’t care?"
A raging fire of anger churned in Liu Jing’s chest.
But she couldn’t argue against Wen Ran’s words.
Seeing her speechless, Wen Ran smiled sweetly and delivered another blow: "Oh, right. Back then, my husband also said that your figure, looks, personality, and character didn’t hold a candle to mine. You rember that, don’t you?"
Liu Jing glared at her but said nothing.
At this mont, standing beside Fu Chenlie, Wen Ran felt a sense of security stronger than ever before, emboldening her. "My husband already rejected you so plainly, and yet you shalessly called to ask for an extension. Now that today’s finally the last day, tell —where do you think my husband will be tonight, in my bed or in yours?"
Liu Jing’s face twisted in frustration. "Wen Ran, bullying others with your power—is that all you’re good for?!"
"That’s right, I’m bullying you. So what? I have my husband supporting —do you have anyone?"
"You—"
Seeing her struggling to form a reply, Wen Ran calmly cut her off. "What about ? You’ve already lost the bet. I’d advise you to honor your promise from back then, stay away from and my husband, stop appearing in front of us, and stop stirring up trouble to make miserable. Otherwise, I’ll have my husband drive you out of Jiang City!"
Liu Jing was typically quick-witted with her words.
But now, staring at Wen Ran, she couldn’t utter a single word.
Her gaze shifted from Wen Ran’s face to Fu Chenlie’s, and her once sharp deanor took on a pitiful softness.
Wen Ran noticed the look she gave him and, displeased, pushed the man behind her. Standing in front of him, she t Liu Jing’s gaze directly. "Look closely and listen carefully—Fu Chenlie is my man."
With that, she turned around, stood on her tiptoes, cupped the man’s face in her hands, and kissed his sharp, sensuous lips.
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