Xu Tong glanced at the wine, then at Fu Chenlie, and spoke in a panic: "Mr. Fu, I... I’m Wan Ning’s friend, you can’t treat like this. How will you explain this to Wan Ning when she returns?!"
Fu Chenlie didn’t soften at Xu Tong’s words, his gaze indifferently sweeping over the bodyguard: "What are you standing around for? Do you not know how to give soone a drink?"
The bodyguard imdiately pinched Xu Tong’s jaw and poured the wine down her throat.
Xu Tong pressed her lips tightly together, turning her head to avoid it. Her previously pretty eyes were filled with rejection and resistance. She struggled to escape the bodyguard’s grip and hurriedly spoke to the man: "Mr. Fu, I know news about Wan Ning. Let go, if you let go I’ll tell you Wan Ning’s news!"
These words made a brief hesitation flash in Fu Chenlie’s eyes.
He quickly gave the bodyguard a look, and the action of pouring wine was tily stopped.
Wen Ran sat beside Fu Chenlie, sensing sothing ominous.
If Xu Tong is telling the truth, then is Jiang Wan Ning finally going to reappear?!
She was thinking this, when from the corner of her eye she saw Fu Chenlie suddenly stand up from the sofa, eagerly asking: "Where is Wan Ning?"
Wen Ran looked at his anxious and urgent appearance and seed to understand a bit more.
Understanding just how significant the na Jiang Wan Ning is to Fu Chenlie.
She lowered her gaze, at once unable to discern whether agreeing to Fu Chenlie stepping up for her was right or wrong.
Xu Tong was kneeling on the floor, tears already falling, pitifully looking at him: "So ti ago, Wan Ning called , asking how you were, but she wasn’t using a fixed number, it was a virtual number. When I called back, it was disconnected."
Fu Chenlie frowned: "Did she say where she was?"
"I asked, she said she’s in England, going through very bad things, and might co back in a while, or maybe never co back."
"That’s all?"
Xu Tong anxiously said: "Next ti... next ti Wan Ning contacts , I promise to tell you right away, Mr. Fu, please spare this ti, in view of telling you Wan Ning’s news, okay?"
He neither said "okay" nor "not okay".
Wen Ran remained silently seated beside Fu Chenlie.
She listened to Xu Tong use Jiang Wan Ning’s news to buy herself ti, listened to Fu Chenlie question Xu Tong about Jiang Wan Ning’s whereabouts, without saying a word.
At this mont, Fu Chenlie took that glass of wine from the bodyguard and exchanged a glance.
The bodyguard understood, grabbed Xu Tong from the ground, and pried open her mouth.
Fu Chenlie was in no hurry to force her to drink, his face nacingly staring at her, speaking coldly: "Earlier I helped you when I found you working at Tongque Building, indeed for Wan Ning’s sake, but Wen Ran is my wife, what are you, how dare you touch her?"
With those words, he unceremoniously poured the entire glass of wine into her mouth.
The bodyguard cleverly pinched her neck letting her swallow it, then released his grip.
Xu Tong coughed violently, tears spilling out, her whole deanor showing the cowardice of a frightened person, yet this did not draw even the slightest sympathy from the man.
He placed the wine glass on the table, pulled out a paper, and leisurely wiped his prominently jointed fingers, blandly instructing: "Call the man in, take good care of Ms. Xu."
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