Chapter 287: It's Out of Spite

Fu Chenlie's gaze shifted, catching a glimpse of the scalding tear that adorned his hand.

The next second, with his callused fingertips, he gently wiped away the continuous tears at the corners of her eyes, "None of them? Then speak clearly, what is it?"

The man's voice was tender yet restrained, yet a subtle pressure seeped through.

Wen Ran had only been momentarily frightened and didn't want to cry.

After composing herself over a few short seconds, she met his eyes and pursed her lips slightly, "It was out of spite, spite against you."

His brows furrowed, "Spite?"

Wen Ran lowered her head, clenched her teeth, and spoke deliberately, "It was when I was taking you to the airport that I bumped into Qin Zeyu's car. I insisted on paying for the repairs or giving him money, but when he suggested that I take him out for a meal, I initially declined politely. However, under his persistence, I agreed, and my agreement was because I wasn't happy."

She paused there.