Fu Chenlie looked at her speaking with natural sincerity, and suddenly raised his hand to pinch her chin, asking seriously: "Does Madam have such a high opinion of ?"
"Just stating the facts." She laughed.
He leaned down to kiss her lips, and as he withdrew, his forehead rested against hers: "Knowing that in Mrs. Fu’s heart, I’m such an impressive husband makes quite happy."
Wen Ran was sowhat surprised and couldn’t help but ask, "There must have been many people praising you since you were young, right?"
The man chuckled lightly, his deep voice carrying an unintentional allure: "People who flatter and please with an agenda can’t compare to Madam’s heartfelt statent of facts."
She smiled, as if in that mont, she suddenly recognized the significance of her existence to Fu Chenlie.
He believed she was sincere and thought every word she spoke to him ca from the heart.
Wen Ran rembered his words from last ti—
During the day, he wore a mask and carried the deanor of the CEO of Fu Group while battling in the marketplace; in the evening, with Mrs. Fu, he naturally returned to his true self.
She suddenly felt that he truly had no defenses against her.
Everyone needs a place where they can completely let down their guard and mask to be themselves.
For Fu Chenlie, it’s with her.
Wen Ran couldn’t help but hug him: "You truly are outstanding, there’s no one else as excellent as you in all of Jiang City. When others flatter or please you, there’s always so truth in it, otherwise, it would be deception, wouldn’t it? You’re so smart, no one dares to deceive you."
Fu Chenlie let out a burst of pleasant laughter.
He kissed her forehead twice fiercely and agreed: "Madam is right."
Wen Ran ca out from his embrace and smiled at the man.
He patted her smooth black hair and said in a deep voice: "Go upstairs and change your clothes, I’ll wait for you downstairs, okay?"
She nodded.
Wen Ran turned and went upstairs.
Sotis it feels really good to be with Fu Chenlie. Kissing makes her heart happy, sleeping brings her body joy, and there’s soone doing the cooking and washing dishes at ho.
It seems like she has plenty of free ti every day without being burdened by tedious housework. The only thing to worry about seems to be whether her husband will be taken away by other won.
It seems quite fair and worthwhile.
Wen Ran thought that regardless of what Jiang Wan Ning wrote to Fu Chenlie in her letters, she wouldn’t impulsively push this man away.
She wanted to fight for herself.
...
Wen Ran changed into a dress that adhered to the norms and tidied her hair simply.
She grabbed a coat and left the bedroom.
When she was going downstairs, Fu Chenlie, who heard the noise from upstairs, looked up.
Wen Ran’s gaze collided in the air with his from a dozen ters away.
He had been smoking.
When their eyes t, the man paused his smoking actions, and she saw a genuine awe flash in his slightly surprised eyes.
The man extinguished the cigarette butt and got up from the sofa.
Wen Ran suddenly felt that his actions were filled with his regard for her.
She quickened her steps downstairs, and as she sat next to him, she glanced at the ashtray on the coffee table: "Why do you smoke whenever you get a chance? Can’t you stay idle for a mont?"
"What, you even want to control my smoking?"
"No, I just think our married life has been quite frequent lately, I might get pregnant. If you round it off, you could say we are in the period of trying for a baby, and smoking all the ti isn’t good."
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