Mr. Fu Chenlie was clearly her husband.
Even if they had no affection for each other, he was still her husband in name!
Wen Ran felt frustrated inside.
Jiang Yan: "Alright, stop fretting. Instead of worrying, you'd better think about how to throw yourself at Mr. Fu and charm him to bed, make him fall deeply in love with you and become utterly devoted. By then, Jiang Wan Ning and Jiang Zaoning will mean nothing!"
She looked at the message from her best friend and felt it was a bad idea.
The drinking session with Fu Chenlie, Lu Jinglun, and Wang Zhenghe was still not over at ten o'clock. Wen Ran leaned on the sofa, starting from feeling sulky to utter boredom, and then almost fell asleep with her eyes closed...
Twenty minutes past ten, Lu Jinglun nodded towards Fu Chenlie: "Your wife has fallen asleep, I really don't know why you brought her here. It's better to let her go home and rest. Are you trying to torment her by not letting her sleep?"