Even though Ye Ranran said it was okay to tell, the more people who knew, the greater the danger.
She was unwilling to risk even the slightest chance of being uncovered.
She knew she had started to get greedy.
This rare deep affection, she wanted to cherish with all her heart.
Fu Rong’s gaze was sharp, as if trying to see through her body and understand her heart.
"Didn’t you want to see your brother before?"
"Ah, when was that? Why don’t I rember?"
Fu Rong’s gaze grew deeper and sharper, emanating a chilling intimidation, causing Wen Cai to slowly lower her head, not daring to et his eyes.
"When you first ca back, you were clamoring every day to see your brother. I wouldn’t let you, and you even threw a tantrum and ran away from ho."
"Oh, I rember now. It’s been so long, I forgot." Wen Cai’s eyes flickered: "I didn’t expect you’d rember all this ti."
"Of course, I rember everything you’ve said." Fu Rong’s voice still carried tenderness, but his sharp and icy gaze drew a tangible distance between them.
Afraid he would notice sothing, Wen Cai dared not continue the conversation and hurriedly stood up, saying, "Since I have to see my brother, I’ll go prepare."
Watching her hurriedly retreating back, the last trace of a smile vanished from Fu Rong’s face, his dark and profound expression as calm and dangerous as a sea at night.
The ripples on the sea surface stirred, as if ready to raise a thousand waves at any mont.
Tang Sheng hurriedly ca downstairs, holding an iPad, and approached Fu Rong. "Take a look."
It was a news report, photos taken by reporters when Jun Mochan was discharged, specifically to refute those false rumors.
Ye Ranran had accompanied him at the ti.
Jun Mochan strictly forbade foreign television stations from broadcasting this news.
But it didn’t matter. Gu Yan still managed to find the video and had it specially sent to Tang Sheng.
Having been a diplomat for so many years, she had this ability.
"If this is true, then the one upstairs..." There was no need to finish the sentence.
Why not say the one beside Jun Mochan was fake? Because this fake one was obviously arranged by Ye Ranran.
"I said at the ti this was bizarre." See, wasn’t he right?
How could Ye Ranran stay by his side so easily, even changing her nature to say she wanted to be with him?
Even Wen Cai, after giving up on him, wouldn’t forgive him so easily.
Fu Rong’s eyes were dark and inscrutable, flickering with an obscure light.
Tang Sheng said nothing more, quietly watching him.
"I was careless at the start."
When he first saw Wen Cai, joy clouded his mind, leaving no ti to think too much.
No matter how cautious he was, he never expected the other side would swiftly create a fake to deceive him.
"Xiao Cai truly is clever." Fu Rong suddenly said while rubbing the edge of sothing.
Seeing him like this, Tang Sheng sighed: "Let it go, find soone else. Why persist over her? Besides, Xiao Cai is already dead."
What wasn’t his, ultimately wasn’t his. If he insisted, he’d end up with nothing.
"I want so quiet ti."
"Alright." Tang Sheng shrugged, took his belongings, and left.
On his way upstairs, he encountered Wen Cai heading out.
She was wearing a white top with a black ruffled skirt, appearing elegant and poised, her slightly curly hair moving gently, sweeping across her fair neck.
"Tang Sheng." She cheerfully greeted Tang Sheng.
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