Fu Chenlie had remained silent after Grandma had finished speaking.
Wen Ran felt a void inside her.
Grandma turned to him again, "Xiao Fu, you tell me, I'm listening."
The man glanced at Wen Ran, catching sight of her downcast look, and lifted his lips without a trace of sound.
Then, he turned to Grandma and began to speak slowly, "Ranran is very well-behaved, very adorable, has a good temperament, and can be quite clever at times. Most of the time I enjoy our time together, and as for marriage, it was a joint decision made by the two of us."
Hearing these words, Wen Ran promptly raised her bowed head to look at Fu Chenlie.
He also looked at her, his gaze like the cool waters of a summer spring, making Wen Ran feel a peculiar itch in her heart.
In the gap as she averted her gaze, Grandma had already spoken up again, "Right, Ranran has never told me how you two met."
"She helped my grandma by chance, and Grandma introduced us," he replied.