Wen Ran lowered her head, silently gritting her teeth.
She hadn’t expected that Fu Chenlie would patiently explain everything to her one by one.
She thought he would just let her stay out for the night, ignoring her, and then divorce would naturally follow.
At this mont, listening to the man’s word-by-word explanation, she finally understood—
His intention to spend the rest of his life with her was genuine.
The bitterness in Wen Ran’s heart unknowingly turned into grievance, as emotions surged in her chest, compelling her to want to cry.
Fu Chenlie tily embraced her, kissing her hair while speaking deeply: "You are my wife; the passenger seat should be exclusively yours. I’ve already asked Cheng Cheng to arrange for the car to be cleaned tomorrow. The car I ca in today hasn’t had anyone in the passenger seat; it’s specifically for you, alright?"
Wen Ran’s eyes turned red as she held back tears.
He continued: "It’s my fault; I shouldn’t have doubted you. I should have decisively rejected Wan Ning’s suggestion of a ride, and I should have stopped her from sitting in the passenger seat without hesitation. Can you forgive ?"
This ti, she couldn’t hold back her tears any longer, and they gushed out from her eyes.
Wen Ran cried because she saw so things clearly.
She understood—
Fu Chenlie knew her sulking and displeasure, understood her sorrow and grievance.
His ability to find her in such a short ti and explain everything in detail showed that he cared about her, that he was concerned about her.
She also cried because she felt too weak, having such thoughts of "divorce" over a few minor issues without Fu Chenlie knowing.
Wen Ran realized she lacked confidence in her relationship with Fu Chenlie, which allowed Jiang Wan Ning’s little tricks to successfully stir her.
She shouldn’t have been like this.
Fu Chenlie held her, and when he didn’t hear her speak for a long ti, he pulled her out of his embrace. Seeing the tears on her cheeks, he furrowed his brow imdiately.
He raised his hand and gently wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes with his calloused fingertip, speaking softly: "Why are you crying?"
Wen Ran wanted to answer his question calmly.
But for so reason, when she spoke, she found herself so aggrieved that her voice was broken and intermittent: "I... I saw Jiang Wan Ning take your... exclusive elevator, only then did I realize how special she was to you. I heard you agree to give her a ride, and at that mont, I hated how I could only be a driver, and she naturally got into the passenger seat, yet you didn’t stop her. I was in despair."
The man’s brow furrowed more tightly as he patiently wiped her tears while saying, "It was my oversight that made ignore your feelings. I promise it won’t happen again, okay?"
She nodded, without speaking.
Fu Chenlie sighed helplessly: "Tomorrow, I’ll take back her elevator access key and also make sure she doesn’t appear in front of unnecessarily, okay?"
Wen Ran looked at him with tear-filled eyes and weakly asked, "Won’t that be inappropriate?"
"No." The man denied decisively, looking into her eyes and speaking solemnly: "Your happiness is what matters most. As for what she should or shouldn’t do, that’s for to decide."
These words were very much to Wen Ran’s liking.
However, to avoid appearing too eager, she casually replied with an "mm," agreeing to his decision.
Fu Chenlie looked at her with a doting expression; "Now that you’re no longer upset, can you co ho with ?"
Wen Ran pressed her lips and softly replied "mm," then added: "But I need to let Ah Yan know first, and, I ordered takeout just now, but I’m not sure why it hasn’t arrived yet after such a long ti."
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