Wen Ran lowered her head and muttered softly, "Why... why must you force me?"
Her voice carried a hint of grievance, but it failed to elicit any tenderness from Fu Chenlie.
He asked bluntly, lacking any romantic sensibility, "Wasn't the reason I gave clear enough?"
She looked up, her eyes moist as they met his gaze, and she assured him earnestly, "I won't do those things you're thinking of. I know I'm married now, I know you are my husband, and I'm an adult with self-control and moral beliefs. Even for Grandma's sake, I'll behave appropriately."
The man scoffed coldly, "After all that, you just can't bring yourself to delete Qin Zeyu from WeChat?"
Wen Ran, "..."
She felt so exhausted.
Nevertheless, she still had to think of ways to persuade Fu Chenlie.
Fortunately, her mind worked quickly, and she soon had an idea.