Is it really going to end in a miserable divorce, pretending as if nothing ever happened?
For over twenty years, Wen Ran has lived a life of tranquility, never having a strong desire for anything. If she wanted sothing, it was great to have it; if she couldn’t get it, she wouldn’t be upset for long, nor would she insist.
At this mont, however, the mories of spending more than a month with Fu Chenlie kept flashing through her mind.
He protected her.
He gave her gifts.
He hugged her daily, kissed her.
These scenes flashed repeatedly, seemingly influencing her decision to give up or not.
For a mont, she thought—
If she gave up, she would definitely regret it.
Fu Chenlie was the most outstanding man she had ever t in the past twenty years, and besides Grandma, he was the person who treated her the best.
She doesn’t want to!
She refuses to give up.
She cannot just hand over her husband!
She doesn’t need to be conflicted.
That night when she was with Fu Chenlie, she had already made up her mind.
She wants to keep him!
Even if it ans using her body, even if it ans using a child.
Ah Yan was right, their marriage contract hadn’t expired yet, and this marriage couldn’t end!
There’s more than half a year left in the one-year contract; if she tries harder, maybe Fu Chenlie will love her, more than Jiang Wan Ning?
She wants to take a gamble on herself.
Wen Ran sat on the sofa, hugging her legs tightly, her eyes becoming increasingly resolute.
She set aside her resentnt, picked up the phone, and composed a WeChat ssage.
[Husband, take good care of yourself outside. Once you’ve booked your return flight, send the flight information. I’ll be punctual at the airport to pick you up.]
As her fingertips touched the phone keyboard, her hand trembled with nerves.
She also worried that he would ignore her.
Luckily, Fu Chenlie replied quickly: [Okay.]
The one-word response left Wen Ran feeling montarily down.
She sent him another ssage.
[Whether you’re away for two days or longer, when you co back, we must make up for the hugs and kisses we missed. You did it the last ti, this ti must be the sa.]
It was the first ti she shalessly said such words.
Previously, she would have been embarrassed, shy, blushing.
But now, soone was trying to take her husband.
Her chances were slim. If she wants to win, she can’t remain passive, waiting for Fu Chenlie’s attention as before.
She needs to be proactive.
Luckily, her initiative received a response.
Fu Chenlie replied: [Definitely, I’ll make up for what we missed in bed too.]
Reading the ssage, Wen Ran first felt embarrassed, then suddenly laughed.
She hugged the phone, laughing until tears squeezed out of her eyes.
At least he hadn’t imdiately ntioned divorce after seeing Jiang Wan Ning.
She suddenly felt she had a slightly better chance.
...
Wen Ran waited at the Huan Island Villa for two days.
She ate little, her mood remaining low, constantly checking her phone all day long. Sotis, she sat in the living room in a daze, staring at the entrance door, hoping soone would push it open.
Hoping to see Fu Chenlie return ahead of schedule.
To return alone.
But all this hope was shattered.
She didn’t even know when she started caring so much about Fu Chenlie, only knowing that waiting now was utterly torturous, torturous enough to make her feelings for Fu Chenlie multiply tenfold overnight.
Perhaps when life is lived in tranquility, so things go unnoticed.
It is when sothing happens that the real feeling of worry intensifies, this intense feeling makes one see their heart more clearly.
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