Wen Ran turned her head to the side, staring at the scenery outside the car window: "If you don't like me, is it useful to fight for it?"
The man squeezed her hand lightly and said softly, "First of all, I like you. Secondly, whether or not fighting for it is useful, if you fight for me, I'll be happy."
She turned back, looking at him both angrily and amusedly: "If I fight for you, you'll be happy? And then? If your heart is with Ms. Wan Ning, won't you eventually choose her over me?"
"How do you know I would definitely choose her?"
"I'm just guessing."
The man chuckled lightly: "Up until now, I've said it many times, I want you, and I choose you. But you, you keep pushing me towards others, Ranran, as Mrs. Fu, shouldn't you reflect on yourself? Do you not really like me that much, just wanting to retreat from this marriage before you're in too deep?"
These words shocked Wen Ran so much that she was momentarily at a loss for words.
Is that what she thought?
No, that's not it.