Fu Chenlie’s expression was initially cold and hard, but upon hearing her voice, his tone softened unconsciously: "I’ll take you to the hospital. Bear with it, okay?"
She closed her eyes and firmly said, "I won’t go to the hospital."
He followed her lead and responded, "Alright, then I’ll have soone co to the house to check on you."
"No."
"You drank sothing dirty; it needs to be dealt with."
Wen Ran nuzzled against his chest again: "I know. I knew it was unclean when I drank it. But I want you to handle it. I don’t want a doctor, I just want you..."
Fu Chenlie had already walked to the car. Hearing her words, his steps instinctively paused.
His deep, brooding eyes locked onto her face: "Mrs. Fu, what did you just say?"
Wen Ran, supporting her muddled head, raised it and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her forehead to his. Her red lips inadvertently brushed against his nose now and then, her delicate voice carrying a hint of coquettishness: "I don’t want to get divorced a year from now. I want to be with you, truly together, for a long ti. I can have children now—as soon as tonight."
Saying this, she pulled back slightly from his forehead and smiled at him: "Husband, I’m willing to be with you now. Don’t reject , okay?"
Fu Chenlie looked at her flushed face, unsure if it was due to the alcohol or her bold confession. His Adam’s apple bobbed, and his voice dropped to a dangerously low tone: "Mrs. Fu, do you know what you’re saying?"
"I know... I absolutely know."
"When you sober up tomorrow, will you regret it?"
Her face was earnest as she emphasized, "I won’t. Definitely not!"
His gaze grew darker.
He thought of the last ti Lu Jinglun had sched against him. They had even discussed what would happen if she drank sothing unclean and needed his help. Now, within only two days, the situation had shockingly co true.
However, Wen Ran’s change in attitude truly caught him off guard.
While the man’s thoughts wandered, Wen Ran’s lips pressed against his face, kissing him chaotically yet fervently. Her breathing was erratic as she spoke, "Husband, let’s go ho. I’m really not feeling well..."
"Alright, we’ll go ho."
"Hurry. I want to go ho quickly."
Fu Chenlie placed her in the passenger seat. While leaning down to fasten her seatbelt, he looked into her eyes and said, "I’ll give you the drive ho to think it over. If you regret it by the ti we reach Huan Island Villa, I won’t force you."
Wen Ran shook her head without hesitation, her gaze at him more resolute than ever: "I won’t regret it. I’ve wanted to hold onto you and bind you to for so long. I know I’ll never et another man better than you. I want to fight for myself, even if using my body feels like a foolish way to do it."
He looked at the ever-serious Mrs. Fu and kissed her lips without reservation.
As their passionate kisses intensified, Wen Ran pushed him away, her eyes reddened: "Husband, can we go ho now? I really... can’t take it anymore..."
"Alright, we’ll go ho right away."
After those words, the man walked around the car and climbed into the driver’s seat.
A twenty-minute drive was compressed to fifteen.
As soon as the car stopped in front of Huan Island Villa, Fu Chenlie carried Wen Ran into the living room, rushed upstairs, and gently placed her onto the bed. His gaze darkened as he asked, "Mrs. Fu, I’ll ask you one last ti—are you sure you won’t regret this?"
"I won’t... I won’t!" As she spoke, Wen Ran started unbuttoning his shirt.
The man grabbed her hand: "If you get pregnant, will you regret it?"
Wen Ran’s movents grew more urgent, even displeased as she grumbled and made accusations. Her voice carried a careless kind of coquettishness: "I’ve already told you I won’t! Why are you so slow..."
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