The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me
Chapter 1439 - 1362: She Felt Tired
CHAPTER 1439: CHAPTER 1362: SHE FELT TIRED
He not only didn’t relax his grip, but his hand moved further down, stopping at her waist, pressing hard as their bodies pressed closer together.
Ye Ranran started to kick, her high heel stomping hard on his foot.
Laughter rang out above her head, growing louder and louder.
"Laughing at what?" Ye Ranran was annoyed.
"Had enough? If not, keep going." Fu Rong’s voice carried a pampering tone, even his icy eyebrows softened.
If it were before, she would definitely think that he had feelings for her.
Indeed, there were feelings, just not the kind she imagined, and even if it were that kind, she was not the only one.
That made such feelings seem ridiculous.
Since when did Wen Cai need other’s pity? And when did she need other’s charity?
Either be the only one, or don’t bother at all.
"Let me go," she said, no longer struggling.
Fu Rong looked down, seeing she calmed down, he loosened his grip slightly, but did not let go of her.
"Things are not what you think, she and I are not what you think," Fu Rong explained.
"I can’t clarify things with just a word or two, you just need to trust me for now, wait until everything is over, and then I will tell you everything, is that okay?"
His tone was soft and low, an attitude he never had before. If it were her at just twenty, or even at twenty-five, she would have been willing to believe.
But she was already twenty-eight, long past the age of dreaming, she had been waiting for him for twenty-eight years.
Perhaps that seems like an exaggeration, so let’s say starting from when she felt affection at fifteen, she had also been waiting for him for thirteen years.
The prime years of a woman’s life, she spent waiting for him, even the most vibrant flower begins to wilt at thirty.
Even if she wasn’t wise, she should think for herself a bit.
"Fu Rong, I am tired of waiting, tell me now, are you willing to marry me?" Ye Ranran asked in his arms.
As long as he says he is willing, as long as he answers that he wants to, then she won’t want anything else; even if everyone opposes, she will marry him.
But what she got in return was a prolonged silence.
Thus, without his answer, she already knew the result.
She stepped back from his embrace: "Fine, I understand, you don’t need to say anything, from now on, I will gradually take back my love for you."
Then she will find someone who likes her, and then she will try to like him, love him, and finally strive to grow old together with him.
"You dare." He grabbed her wrist, his strength so great as if he wanted to crush her hand.
She seemed not to feel the pain, her eyes reddening but looking at him proudly: "Try and see if I dare."
"Can’t you trust me this one time? Just this once." He slowly loosened his grip, but did not let go of her, his fingers rubbing her wrist intermittently.
It was like he was quietly comforting her, and also like he was pleading with her.
"What happens after I trust you? Are you willing to marry me then? What if you are unwilling, what good is my trust then?" Another round of waiting?
"Give me some time, let me handle things, and then I will give you an answer."
"No, I don’t want to wait anymore, unless you marry me now, there’s no need to discuss it further." Ye Ranran stood her ground.
"You’re so eager to get married? Is it because Jun Mochan said he’ll marry you? Are you tempted? Thinking that if I reject you, you can run into his arms? That way you won’t feel pressured or guilty, right?" A string of accusations came from Fu Rong’s mouth.
His words, like the sharpest blades, were torturing Ye Ranran’s heart.