Wen Ran leaned against Fu Chenlie's embrace, his strong arms holding her, and if she said there wasn't a hint of warmth in her heart, that would be a lie.
But at the same time, she was wide awake.
This clarity made her subconsciously want to delve deeper: "Is it only because you slept with me and feel responsible, that you won't leave me for Ms. Wan Ning?"
Fu Chenlie slightly furrowed his brows: "What, Madam thinks that's not enough?"
"It sounds enough, after all, being Mrs. Fu means living carefree, worry-free about food and clothing, with financial freedom, even for a lifetime."
"From what you say, is there a 'but'?"
Wen Ran pursed her lips.
There is a 'but'.
But she likes him.
Love always makes one want to demand more, that endless greed that cannot be held back.
"Mrs. Fu?" The man called out to her in a raised tone when he heard no reply, with a hint of urging.
Wen Ran rose from his arms, looked at him innocently and smiled: "No 'but'."