"Xiao Cai is indeed smart."
Fu Rong always thought he didn’t mind, as long as in the end, she would co back to him.
But when she stood in front of him again, he realized that he did mind, and he minded very much.
He didn’t want to be apart from her; he wanted to be with her every mont.
He hoped she could stay by his side forever and love him as she did before.
"No choice, if I weren’t smart, you all would have played to death by now."
Fu Rong, as if he couldn’t hear her sarcasm, took her hand: "Let’s go."
Wen Cai no longer made a futile effort to break free and just let him hold her like that.
Fu Rong’s palm was dry and warm, her palm pressed tightly against his, in a very intimate gesture, making the woman’s cheeks flush.
All her life, she had never been so close to a man, and the man in front of her was more noble and handso than any she had ever t.
Is this him, the person she would spend the rest of her life with? Wen Cai stole a glance at him.
She didn’t understand why soone like Ye Ranran wouldn’t want him, if her heart and eyes were full of him.
She might even laugh in her dreams.
Her small actions, naturally, didn’t escape Fu Rong’s notice.
Although it felt a bit off, Fu Rong didn’t think too much about it.
His heart was completely filled with the joy of having regained her, naturally seeing her small actions as observation.
He held her hand tightly and said before entering the room, "Stop looking, if you look at a few more tis, I won’t let go of your hand."
Such a heartfelt remark inevitably moved the woman, but before she could digest it, Fu Rong led her into the conference room.
All eyes quickly turned towards her, so joyful, so watching for drama, and so envious.
Various gazes unrestrainedly nailed on her body.
When had the woman ever experienced such a scene? Feeling a bit timid, wanting to retreat, she tried hard to endure it.
The most straightforward manifestation was that her legs began to tremble.
Fu Rong glanced at her; although she was smiling, the smile looked forced no matter how you saw it.
In front of others, she hadn’t lost her composure like this for a long ti. Fu Rong found it strange, but didn’t ask more in front of others.
"Continue the eting." Fu Rong sat back down.
Fu Rong had been away for a while; it was announced publicly that he wasn’t well and needed so ti to recuperate, but there are no secrets that ti does not reveal.
What he had gone through before, everyone had heard a bit about it, and the political situation had already started to destabilize.
From the mont he ca in, the whispers never stopped.
Previously, there were rumors that his legs were broken because soone had seen him in a wheelchair.
After he appeared, everyone’s attention naturally and unconsciously focused on his legs.
But with his previous rush, he completely dispelled the doubts of those present.
What person with nearly broken legs can run so fast? He probably was ill for a while and didn’t want others to see his sickly appearance.
Feeling that it undermined his dignity, he avoided being seen.
The changes in the people below naturally did not escape Fu Rong’s eyes, but his expression didn’t change much.
This eting was about people’s livelihood, discussing issues like taxes, dical care, social insurance, and various other aspects.
As the discussion reached its conclusion, Fu Rong suddenly asked, "Xiao Cai, do you have any opinions?"
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