Fu Chenlie chuckled softly, reached out to ruffle her hair, and said in a deep voice, "I don’t want anyone else, having you is enough. You are my wife and the first woman I’ve truly had in this lifeti. To , no one is more important than you."
These words, coming from Fu Chenlie, a man with first-rate looks, an outstanding physique, and considerable wealth, sounded far more pleasant and appealing than if spoken by an average person.
Wen Ran listened, and her heart fluttered.
However, promises made with words are always elusive. She had her own worries and concerns.
Coming back to her senses, Wen Ran looked at him with a smile and tentatively said, "Compared to , you probably prefer Ms. Wan Ning, right? Life is short, just a few decades. Isn’t it more important to follow your heart than to fulfill responsibilities?"
"What do you an by that, Madam? Are you trying to push away and send to soone else?"
"I just feel that if continuing to be husband and wife with is difficult for you, you can ask for a divorce. I won’t hold you back."
The man’s gaze deepened as he looked at her.
A mont later, he unbuckled his seatbelt, got out of the car, walked to the driver’s side, opened the car door, and leaned his upper body into the car. With one hand on the seatback, his handso face closed in on Wen Ran, his voice deep and intense: "Ranran, do you like ?"
Wen Ran instinctively leaned back, but there was so little room in the car that her face was almost touching his.
"I... I do like you." She was a bit at a loss, and her reply ca out nervously.
Fu Chenlie’s dark eyes fixed unblinkingly on her, coaxing softly, "If you like , you should try your best to stay by my side, not push to soone else, right?"
Wen Ran pressed her lips together.
That’s true, but also not entirely.
A faint smile appeared on her face: "I do want to keep you by my side, but if your heart is not with , what’s the use of forcing it?"
"Who says my heart isn’t with you?"
"You’ve been seeing Ms. Wan Ning for two years. Now that she’s back, it’s clear she still has feelings for you. If you love her too, being together would make you two destined lovers ending up together. I, as an unexpected third party, shouldn’t obstruct your feelings."
After saying that, Fu Chenlie let out a cold laugh.
Wen Ran frowned, "Why are you laughing coldly?"
Fiery sparks seed to shoot from his eyes, as if he wanted to consu her entirely.
She couldn’t stand it, turned her head to avoid his gaze, but as soon as she turned to the right, her chin was pinched, and her head was turned back, her eyes eting his instinctively.
Fu Chenlie’s gaze was stern, and without a word, he lowered his head and captured her lips.
Caught off guard, Wen Ran’s eyes widened as she passively endured, feeling that the kiss carried a certain punishing intent, silently reprimanding her.
By the end of the kiss, he even bit her.
The taste of iron spread between her lips and teeth, and Wen Ran imdiately raised her hand to push him away, her face crumpled, "What are you doing?"
After speaking, she raised her hand to touch her bitten lip.
Fu Chenlie grasped her hand, glanced at her bleeding lip, and sighed helplessly.
Annoyed, Wen Ran questioned, "I’m the one who’s hurt. Why are you sighing?"
He responded with a question, "Don’t you know why I bit you?"
Her lips still ached, and she vented her frustration, "Are you a dog or sothing?"
He chuckled softly, gently wiping the blood from her lips with his hand, and said in a deep voice, "No matter what, I’m considered one of the rare tall, wealthy, and handso n in Jiang City. Many won vie for my attention. How co every ti it’s Mrs. Fu pushing towards others? Am I not worthy of your efforts to fight for?"
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