"I think you’ve got it wrong, this is my ho, my roots are here, where could I go?"
"Your ho? Have you forgotten your own na?"
"My last na is Ye, not Wen. I think the one who’s truly mistaken is you." Ye Ranran said through gritted teeth.
"Did he tell you that? You just believe him? Why don’t you trust what you’ve experienced?" Fu Rong watched the car slowly disappear before him, a glint of anger flashing in his eyes.
"Do you think I can’t even discern basic right from wrong?" Ye Ranran sneered, "Do you think I’m stupid?"
"No, I’ve never thought that way." On the contrary, he always considered her very smart, smart enough to be his equal.
"Do you love ?" Ye Ranran suddenly asked.
The car suddenly swerved, and Ye Ranran glared at One in the front, signaling him to focus on driving.
"I do." Fu Rong answered without hesitation.
Ye Ranran looked out the window, the street scenes passing by rapidly, "Is this the reason for your persistence?"
"Yes."
Over there, Ye Ranran finally laughed; it was as if she’d heard the biggest joke in the world, laughing until tears almost fell.
"Brother Ah Rong, if I were Wen Cai, I’m already 29; in a few months, I’ll be thirty. I’ve chased after you for so many years, and what you’ve said to most is that you don’t love . Now you suddenly get enlightened and say you love ?"
"Don’t you find it particularly ridiculous? Even the real Wen Cai probably wouldn’t believe it. And I’m not her, so I certainly won’t believe it."
Ye Ranran wiped her eyes, "For heaven’s sake, if you’re going to lie, at least find a believable reason, okay?"
She called him brother; indeed, they grew up together. He always said he only saw her as a sister, and now she was willing to be his sister.
But is he unwilling to be her brother anymore?
It’s a pity that she is rely soone with Wen Cai’s mories, but not the real Wen Cai. She doesn’t know if he is genuinely willing to turn back.
And Ye Ranran certainly will not.
"I’ve never joked about it, Xiao Cai, you should know that." On the other end, Fu Rong spoke with particular seriousness.
"Then if you love , are you willing to let go?" Ye Ranran straightened her expression.
"Xiao Cai, I want to be with you."
"Then go to heaven and find her. Your Xiao Cai is long dead." Ye Ranran retorted coldly.
"You are Xiao Cai."
"Do you think that by forcibly implanting mories in , I beco her? Fu Rong, how long do you plan to deceive yourself? Or is it that you cannot face the truth yourself?" Ye Ranran’s tone grew increasingly cold.
"Xiao Cai, your life was saved by . Whether you are or aren’t, you belong to ." Fu Rong spoke with particular dominance.
He saved her, so her life was his. He said she was Wen Cai, and so she must be Wen Cai.
Ye Ranran’s fair, slender fingers tightened around the phone, "It’s a pity you discarded like an old shoe. Am I not allowed to seek my own happiness?"
"Without my permission, you cannot."
"I am not your puppet. I can’t even control myself, and you still wish to control ? Fu Rong, I admit, I owe you, but I’ll never repay it in this way."
"And the person you want can never be . Besides, you’re now the president of a country. Can you really afford to be so wilful? Are you doing justice to your position?"
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