"...Since I am one of a kind, why should I be someone else's second choice?"
After saying that, she smiled at him faintly before lowering her head to keep eating.
Fu Chenlie stared at Wen Ran and suddenly felt that there was something different about her today.
In the past, even though he had noticed her many qualities, he had never realized she possessed such resolve.
Perhaps most people would share Wen Ran's aspirations—he could understand that.
But he wasn't just anyone; he was Fu Chenlie, the most distinguished figure among Jiang City's elite—not merely one of them, but *the* one.
For someone like him, standing atop the pyramid of power, to extend an invitation to share the rest of his life together, how could she so brazenly refuse?!
He couldn't comprehend it.
Even more surprising was that Wen Ran could remain unmoved in the face of such allure.
The rest of the meal felt tasteless to him.