Wen Ran was a bit confused, "Huh?"
He coldly retorted, "Huh, what? Does just one sentence count as wanting to talk to me?"
She pursed her lips, sweet yet bold as she spoke, "I can talk to you, but you have to promise me you won't get angry easily."
The man's gaze upon her was deep and complex, his voice even more steady and forceful when he spoke, "In Jiang City, you are the first person who dares to set terms with me."
Wen Ran bit her lip and smiled, "After all, I am your wife. According to conventional wisdom, the relationship between husband and wife is the closest relationship there is. Parents will get old, children will marry and have their own lives, but only spouses can stay by each other's side for a very long, long time. So, it's okay for me to be a bit special, right?"
Fu Chenlie's eyes deepened.
A very long, long time?
Hearing her say this, he simply imagined —