Chapter 4 Absurdity

Wen Ran was utterly speechless, "Forget it, I'd rather choose to divorce him after a year. I've already made up my mind, to avoid him for this year, and then have a peaceful divorce. Afterwards, he can find his 'first love', and I'll wait for my 'cinnabar mole'."

"Silly girl, but he's rich, you know. Money is a good thing, don't you want it?"

"You make it sound so nice. How about you, Ah Yan, marry a man who has someone else in his heart, who glares at you with a dark face every day and doesn't even offer you water, would you like that?"

Jiang Yan's voice, amidst the early autumn's not so bitter cold wind, seemed reckless and straightforward, "I'd be willing, yeah. If he doesn't give me water, he can give me money, right? With money, I can naturally buy water."

Wen Ran's head rested on her shoulder, her lips curving into a smile, "Alright, alright, I wish you find a super-rich second generation in the future!"

"Deal!"

That night, Wen Ran slept over at Jiang Yan's rented apartment.

...

The next day.

Fu Chenlie got up and worked out in the gym for an hour.

While getting some water, he saw the trash can next to the water dispenser still held the cup he had thrown away last night, a realization suddenly popped into his mind—

He was married to a stranger.

How absurd and ridiculous.

The phone's ringtone suddenly pierced the silence.

The man snapped back to reality and answered the call.

Assistant Cheng Cheng's voice came through, "Mr. Fu, you have a final price negotiation and contract signing with Mr. Smith this morning. The driver has already been waiting outside the Huan Island Villa."

Fu Chenlie grunted in response and hung up.

Before leaving, he glanced at the guest bedroom door, found it still tightly closed, deduced that Wen Ran hadn't woken up yet, and snickered to himself.

A little past ten.

Inside the Fu Group's conference room, Mr. Smith was still painstakingly haggling over the price with Fu Chenlie.

Yet, the man reclined in his chair with his eyes closed, resting, letting Cheng Cheng rattle off all sorts of reasons for refusal.

Another phone rang out of the blue.

Out of respect for Mr. Smith, Fu Chenlie immediately rejected the call.

It rang again.

He frowned, slid to answer, "Grandma, I'm at work."

"Didn't you say you'd bring Ranran back to the old house for dinner yesterday? It's already half past ten and everyone is getting anxious. Come home right now."

"Understood."

After hanging up, the man stood from the sofa and gave Cheng Cheng a look.

His assistant got the hint and turned to Mr. Smith, "Mr. Smith, I'm afraid our cooperation won't be possible today. Perhaps you should consider other partners."

Mr. Smith stared at Cheng Cheng, then at Fu Chenlie, "2 percent discount, sign a contract now."

His response was the man's unapologetically blunt two words, "Show out."

With that, Fu Chenlie turned away.

Seeing him about to leave, Mr. Smith, out of desperation, broke out his broken Chinese, "Don't you always like to talk things over properly? Why leave so quickly?"

Cheng Cheng gestured towards the door, "Our Mr. Fu has other matters to attend to, please, Mr. Smith."

Mr. Smith's expression revealed dissatisfaction and helplessness, then he shrugged, "I've heard before that your Mr. Fu is decisive and swift in business, and today I've experienced it. I agree to the final price, let's sign the contract."

Fu Chenlie took the contract from Cheng Cheng and handed it to Mr. Smith, "Pleasure doing business."

At half past ten, Fu Chenlie's car stopped outside the Huan Island Villa.

Cheng Cheng glanced through the rearview mirror and saw him still resting his eyes, speaking softly, "Mr. Fu, we have arrived at the Huan Island Villa."

"Mm, go call her out."

"Yes."

Cheng Cheng was about to get out of the car when the man suddenly opened his eyes, "Never mind, I'll go myself."

Cheng Cheng had always felt that it wasn't appropriate for him to do it, and now with Mr. Fu's command, he breathed a sigh of relief, "Alright, Mr. Fu."

As Fu Chenlie entered the villa, he found it just as he had left it.

He furrowed his brow.

Still not up at this time?

The man stood in front of the guest bedroom door, raised his hand to knock, and said icily, "Come out."

No response.

He repeated impatiently, "Wen Ran, I told you to come out."