When she finished speaking, Fu Chenlie stared at her calm eyes, slightly moving, as if trying to decode the meaning behind her question.
After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly smiled, "Are you concerned about me and Xu Tong?"
Without thinking, Wen Ran blurted out, "Why would I care about her?"
The man nodded solemnly, but his gaze grew even more inscrutable as he raised his tone to probe further, "So, are you concerned about me?"
Wen Ran, "..."
Though what he said seemed correct, why did she feel that her concern was so superfluous?!
Or rather, it wasn't concern, but jealousy, jealousy that her husband was dining alone with another woman.
Though they had no love between them, they were still bound by a marriage contract.
She couldn't help but care about his dealings with other women.
Fu Chenlie caught her hesitant expression, and slightly curved his lips, "Or are you... jealous?"
Jealous?
Wen Ran's heart stirred, and she immediately snapped back to reality.