Su Wanxin furrowed her brows slightly upon hearing this.
His tone was like coddling a child, filled with indulgence and pampering.
She remained silent, not knowing what to say, and Fu Shihan didn’t speak further, only holding her tightly. His head was buried in her neck, inhaling the faint, pleasant scent of her body.
The room was quiet, and Su Wanxin couldn’t break free, simply being held by him.
His hot breath brushed against her skin, greedily savoring this rare mont of tenderness. After a long while, he softly asked.
"Can we not get a divorce, please?"
"No."
"Nobody knows about our marriage, pretend you don’t know either, okay?"
"...No."
"We won’t get divorced, once we’re married we won’t separate."
He coaxed her gently, his temper remarkably patient.
It was as if all that had happened during this period didn’t exist, as if ti could go back to the night before he went on a business trip. He held her, called her Wan God, asking her to obediently wait for his return.
She never gave him divorce papers, nor had she made him red-eyed with anger.
Su Wanxin clenched her teeth, forcing herself not to listen to his words.
It was always like this, as soon as he showed goodwill, she would shafully waver, but what was the result?
Apart from him and her, who else now hoped that they would stay together?
Fu Yansheng was glaring at her with ravenous eyes, Li Xuanqing wanted to break her legs every minute to avenge his daughter.
Fu Hongru and Li Mo openly said they didn’t recognize her, and even her once best friend Fu Shiyi nowadays couldn’t be bothered to see her or say a word to her.
If possible, Su Wanxin also wished she could keep her sanity during such bleak tis.
She should just hold him, nod, and say yes, say we’ll be together, that we’ll never part even in death. Even if his entire family disagreed, they should face the difficulties and oppose them together.
But ultimately, could she do it?
Last night, she almost absent-mindedly consud half a bottle of sleeping pills; she only realized sothing was wrong the mont she almost swallowed them, which frightened her into staying awake all night.
"Fu Shihan, aren’t you hungry? What would you like to eat, I can order takeout for you."
"I want to eat at the restaurant you and Zhong Xian ate at tonight, the food you had."
"Then why did you smash into my car just now? Why didn’t you just go in and eat?"
"I was angry, I needed to let you know," he said, still full of righteousness, Su Wanxin heard this and bitterly smiled, then pushed him away.
"Weren’t you supposed to attend a banquet tonight? I’ll order sothing for you; eat and then leave, I should go ho too."
She deliberately changed the subject, Fu Shihan wasn’t oblivious to it, but helplessly, he dared not think too deeply.
He knew her, probably guessing what her next move would be. Therefore, he was on high alert, not daring to be negligent.
"You’re coming with ," he pulled her back into his embrace.
"Weren’t you eting Chen Lei?" Su Wanxin reflexively asked, which left Fu Shihan silent this ti. He frowned, remaining quiet for a while before speaking.
"Do you think I’m interested in a fashion mogul?"
Chen Lei dressing up in a skirt to accompany him or anything of that sort, he wouldn’t want to see it in this lifeti or the next.
Su Wanxin thought briefly about that scenario following his comnt, then couldn’t help but smile slightly.
"Co with , I’ll act like we’re not very close, and drop you ho afterwards."
Su Wanxin raised her eyebrows, half-doubting his words.
"You still don’t trust my acting skills? Trust ." He assured her solemnly.
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