The surprise came too quickly for An Ran, and she couldn't control the tears that welled up in her eyes. "Thank you," she said, her voice nasal and thick, trying to hold back her tears, knowing that he didn't want to see her cry. Forcing a smile to please him, she said, "Thank you, Fu Lengyu."
As Fu Lengyu's face gradually returned to its usual coldness, the softness in his heart was sealed away. He regretted his words as soon as they left his mouth, but he wasn't the type to take them back. Seeing An Ran's grateful and overwhelmed expression, he couldn't bring himself to take back his words, and instead, his concern for her became faint.
"Go to sleep and take care of yourself. Get well soon," he said.
An Ran immediately closed her eyes and said, "I will definitely get better! I will!"
Her arms were outside the blanket, tightly clenched into fists, as if she was proving her determination to Fu Lengyu.
On the day they were going to Switzerland, An Ran's fever had subsided. Although she was still weak, her spirit and longing could not be suppressed. She didn't dare to show too much of herself around Fu Lengyu, lowering her presence to avoid annoying him and making herself sickagain.
She knew her own body, and with a cold, stomachache, and other ailments, she couldn't afford to be bothered. Sitting in the first-class cabin, An Ran picked up a book to pass the time. She had randomly chosen a book by Liang Shuming, a famous modern philosopher and scholar of Chinese culture.
The book discussed some philosophical issues in a very simple way, and even An Ran, who had never studied philosophy, couldn't help but be drawn in by some of the viewpoints. "Do you also like Liang Shuming?"
The sudden sound in her ear startled An Ran. Fu Lengyu's initiative to speak made her feel both frightened andflattered. She was about to shake her head and deny it, but when she met his cold, icy gaze, she thought of the consequences of lying and could only nod hesitantly to admit it.
What's wrong with liking this kind of book? Fu Lengyu's face gradually became very ugly. He snatched the book from her hand and said ominously, "Do you deserve to read this kind of book?"
An Ran was shocked by his reaction, her face pale. She was afraid and angry at the same time. She clenched her fists, her palms sweating. "Why don't I deserve it?"
"Because this is the kind of book that Ran Yu likes to read the most! Don't try to deceive me by pretending to be like her in front of me!" Fu Lengyu's sharp eyebrows were as sharp as a knife, and the sarcasm in his eyes was like the sharpest knife poking at An Ran's fragile dignity.
An Ran wanted to explain, but as soon as she spoke a word, her throat was mercilessly choked by his big hand!
"I don't care where you heard about Ran Yu's past preferences!" Fu Lengyu stared at her, word by word, with an extremely gloomy tone. "If you're trying to get my attention with this method, I have to say, you succeeded! You've successfully made me dislike you even more!"
The air in her chest was gradually squeezed out, and the suffocating feeling was so intense that An Ran felt the shadow of death. She struggled with her hands and feet,but Fu Lengyu's hand on her neck was like a root, unable to move at all.
After a long time, Fu Lengyu sneered and finally let go of her hand. An Ran could breathe freely again, gasping for air with big mouthfuls. Her throat was burning, like a fire, and it hurt so much that she couldn't say a word.
Looking into Fu Lengyu's eyes, she wanted to explain that she didn't do it on purpose. However, as soon as she opened her mouth, the pain in her throat made her blink and shed tears uncontrollably."I... didn't mean to imitate Lin Ranyu. I just happened to pick up the book closest to me to read," she said.
In fact, Fu Lengyu didn't care whether it was intentional or not. He was just warning An Ran not to think that she could do whatever she wanted just because she looked like Lin Ranyu. Although An Ran was crying pitifully with tears streaming down her face, Fu Lengyu, who was cold and indifferent, felt disgusted by her deliberate attempt to seduce him.
"It's best if you didn't imitate her on purpose! I'm warning you here. If you don't want anything to happen to your mother, you'd better behave yourself and not have any crooked ideas! Don't even think that you can receive the same love as Lin Ranyu just because you look like her! An Ran, you're not even worthy of being compared to one of her fingers! You're just a despicable person!" he said.
An Ran rubbed her sore neck and trembled with strong humiliation. She tried to wipe away her tears despite the pain in her throat. Even if she cried pitifully, she couldn't evoke any sympathy from this heartless demon. "That's right! I'm not worthy, Mr. Fu. I'd like to ask you, if you think I'm not worthy, why did you force me to become your wife?" she asked.
If it weren't for this man targeting her, her mother wouldn't have been transferred to Switzerland, and she wouldn't have fallen into such a situation where it was difficult to even see her mother. Fu Lengyu's elegant and handsome face showed a cold smile, as if he was silently mocking An Ran's question. He lifted his hand and pinched An Ran's chin, looking down at her and forcing her to meet his gaze.
"Miss An, your memory is really not that good. You should know that it was you who begged to be my wife in the first place!" he said.
The scene of her begging desperately came to mind, and An Ran felt so embarrassed that she almost wished she could find a hole to hide in. "This is my final warning to you. If you ever do it again, I won't have the patience for it!" Fu Lengyu pressed down lightly, causing a sharp pain in her chin as if her bones were about to be crushed. An Ran's tears flowed even more fiercely.
"Remember this: don't ever imitate Ran Yu in front of me, because that will only make me want to kill you, the murderer who caused her death!"