Wen Ran met his gaze without submission or arrogance and said, "Why insist on the formality of titles? Calling you 'husband' doesn't mean we are a couple with harmonious feelings, and calling you Mr. Fu doesn't affect the superior-subordinate relationship where you issue orders, and I follow them, right?"
Fu Chenlie was not persuaded by her words. On the contrary, his brow furrowed as he probed deeper, "What exactly is going on with you?"
"Didn't I say there's nothing wrong?"
After she spoke, Wen Ran glanced at the hand he was holding, "Mr. Fu, is my hand so soft and nice to hold that you can't bear to let go?"
The man released her hand, "Don't flatter yourself."
She twitched the corner of her mouth, said nothing, turned, walked over to the passenger side, waited for Fu Chenlie to unlock the doors, then pulled open the door and got into the car, buckling up quietly.