Her expression was calm: "...Oh."
Two sentences were enough for Wen Ran to realize that Fu Chenlie held resentnt toward Grandma regarding Jiang Wan Ning.
She didn’t attempt to change his perspective anymore.
Grandma didn’t care about his misunderstanding, so it didn’t matter.
What mattered was that Jiang Wan Ning could never co back.
Wen Ran lay facing Fu Chenlie, looking at his eyes, nose, and lips. She curled her lips into a smile and sincerely spoke: "You’re really good-looking."
"Just realized?"
"I thought so the first ti I saw you, but you were so unpleasant back then. How could I have the mood or guts to gush over you?"
He chuckled softly: "I wasn’t happy back then."
"I could tell. But I understand—since you misunderstood , didn’t like —that’s only natural."
"You’re good at putting yourself in other people’s shoes."
She smiled lightly: "Because I’m fairly rational. You must be rational in business too, but when Grandma forced you to marry, and you were already interested in soone else, you suddenly abandoned rationality and chose to give up, venting your frustration on . I get it."
The man looked at her dissecting his past behavior so bluntly, and for a brief mont, he felt a bit embarrassed.
Back then, he had indeed been narrow-minded.
He played with her hand, his deep gaze fixed on her smiling eyes: "Madam, do you like children?"
Perhaps they’d talked about too many things tonight—so much that Wen Ran montarily set aside her rationality to think about children without any bias.
After thinking seriously for a mont, she replied: "I don’t dislike them."
"Is that so?"
"Yes, but I don’t want one."
The man furrowed his brows slightly and asked: "Why not?"
"Because I think raising a child is too troubleso. From the mont of pregnancy, your entire life becos tied to them—a bond you can never shake off for the rest of your life. It feels like having a child would make very unfree. A woman who originally only belonged to herself would turn into a mom, and with the identity of ’mom,’ she’d constantly be stuck in choices between the child and herself, repeatedly compromising herself. Just thinking about it feels stifling."
"Your husband is . I’ll help you solve a lot of problems."
"You have money. When it cos to childcare, you can hire nannies or helpers to share so of the burden. But those first few months after a baby is born, they still need feeding and care, don’t they? As a mother, you’re bound to give more. It’s not that I’m unwilling to put in the effort—I just don’t have that sense of self-sacrifice for the ti being, so I’m not inclined to want children. Besides, the emotional bond between parents and a child—nobody can replace or share that."
Fu Chenlie listened to her explain so much and nodded.
He responded with a simple "Mm" and laughed softly: "Madam makes a good point. It’s okay—we’ll wait until you want one."
Wen Ran chuckled lightly: "We’re not even real husband and wife yet, isn’t it too early to talk about having kids?"
The man’s lips curled into an attractive smile, and he patiently said: "It’s not early. You forgot—if we go all the way, we won’t use contraception, so you might conceive in one try."
She was instantly caught between laughing and crying: "You’re really confident in your offspring?"
"Absolutely."
"...Unfathomable confidence."
Fu Chenlie looked at the laughter on her face, and his gaze grew more complex.
He leaned closer to her, placed a kiss on her forehead, then lifted the blanket and got up.
Wen Ran looked at him, sowhat surprised: "Where are you going?"
"There’s sothing urgent I have to deal with tonight. You go ahead and sleep; I’ll co back once it’s done."
"...Oh."
For so reason, as she watched his tall figure gradually walk away, Wen Ran felt a twinge of loss in her heart.
Was he really going to handle work?
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