She watched as Fu Chenlie finished ordering and handed the menu to the waiter, then turned his head to look at her.
In that moment, their eyes met in midair.
Wen Ran instinctively looked away, her gaze flickering as if she had been caught doing something guilty.
Fu Chenlie chuckled, "What are you hiding from?"
She stubbornly retorted, "I'm not hiding."
He leaned back in his chair, casually fixing his gaze on her, and even fabricated a reason for her, "I'm your husband. I can look whenever I want, for as long as I want. It's your right."
Wen Ran glanced at him, "I was just spacing out just now. I didn't want to look at you."
After saying that, she reached for the water beside her and pretended to sip it, trying to ease her nervousness.
But Fu Chenlie, being straightforward, called her out, "Actions speak louder than words."
Wen Ran, "..."
Alright, no more arguments.
"I'm going to the restroom. Wait here."
"Oh, okay."