"Yes, I do," Fu Chenlie said.
Wen Ran was momentarily stunned.
When he said "I do," his voice was deep and resolute, reminding her of scenes in idol dramas where the male lead at the wedding decisively says "I do."
But why would he be willing?
Hadn't this man always been dissatisfied with Grandma pressuring him to marry her?
Even if they had agreed to get along, it didn't mean he had to respect her opinion about wearing wedding rings.
In her memory, he was never such an agreeable person.
Wen Ran couldn't quite make sense of it and decided to stare at Fu Chenlie and press for an answer, "Can I ask why?"
"What why?"
"Why are you willing to wear matching rings with me? Aren't you afraid some people might see and get the wrong idea?"
He chuckled softly, "The wrong idea?"
After the rhetorical question, he said indifferently, "Haven't I already said that we are truly husband and wife? There's nothing to misunderstand."