Fu Chenlie detected the deeper aning behind her words, tilted his head to look at him, his gaze unclear.
Wen Ran avoided his eyes.
The man’s lips curled slightly, his expression returning to normal before glancing at Xu Tong: "Do you need anything? If not, my wife and I are going to continue shopping, so we’ll be leaving now."
"You two go ahead." Xu Tong replied.
He gave a faint "Mm," intertwined his fingers with Wen Ran’s, lightly held her hand, and started walking.
Xu Tong watched their departing figures, took out her phone, and snapped a photo.
The friend beside her spoke up: "Tongtong, that man is so handso. Who is he?"
"A friend."
"Really? I didn’t know you had such a handso friend."
Xu Tong chuckled: "Actually, he’s my friend’s ex-boyfriend."
The other party nodded dramatically.
"Let’s keep shopping then," Xu Tong said, lifting her foot, then lowered her head to send the photo she’d just taken to a WeChat contact with a ssage—
[Ran into Mr. Fu and his wife while out shopping today. Their relationship seems to be getting better and better. Oh, by the way, last night at the Fu Group and Huasheng Technology’s partnership celebration banquet, Mr. Fu announced in front of everyone that he’s married. The reason was that President Tan publicly confessed to Mrs. Fu. Mr. Fu’s actions seed almost like he was jealous. Are you really not worried at all?]
After sending the ssage, Xu Tong put her phone away.
When she and her friend entered a store, the other person responded.
[Tongtong, can you do a favor?]
Without hesitation, Xu Tong replied: [Sure, let know.]
...
Wen Ran glanced at her hand which was being held tightly by Fu Chenlie, looking at how their fingers were interlocked. A sweet smile spread across her lips: "Why are you holding so tightly?"
He t her gaze and asked back: "Didn’t you dislike Xu Tong addressing you as Ms. Wen and not Mrs. Fu? I hold your hand this way to show her. What, you don’t like it?"
"When did I say I don’t like Xu Tong calling Ms. Wen?"
"You didn’t say it out loud, nor did you even think it?"
Wen Ran froze for a mont, then snapped back into focus. Her eyes glead with a hint of amusent: "Do you need to know what I think deep down?"
The man raised his brows: "Why not?"
She curled her lips: "Nothing really, just thought you’re a bit nosy."
Fu Chenlie lifted her hand and placed a gentle kiss on it, staring deeply into her eyes: "Madam, my parents will be arriving in Jiang City tonight. I’ll take you to the Fu Residence to et them and have dinner, okay?"
"Your parents are coming back?"
"Yes."
Apart from surprise, Wen Ran’s emotions were mixed with worry: "Why didn’t you tell earlier?"
"Would it make a difference?"
"I didn’t have ti to ntally prepare...I’m nervous, and I didn’t even prepare any gifts."
He gently squeezed her soft hand: "Gifts aren’t necessary. On a first eting, it’s my parents who should be preparing sothing for you. As for ntal preparation, there’s ti before tomorrow—you can prepare as you wish."
Even though he said that, Wen Ran couldn’t help but feel anxious.
She often heard about the difficulty of handling relationships between mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law. Adding to that, she knew very little about Fu Chenlie’s parents and couldn’t help but wonder—
What if his parents don’t like when they et ?
Fu Chenlie saw the unsettled look on her face, reached out to touch her cheek, and said: "Alright, stop overthinking. My parents both have great personalities. Besides, the woman I choose, they’ll definitely like."
Wen Ran muttered softly: "But I’m not soone you chose, I’m soone Grandma picked and pushed on you."
He didn’t expect her to retort like this, and his brows flickered with a trace of surprise. Then, with a light scoff, he replied: "Well, I’ve chosen you now. Isn’t that enough?"
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