Chapter 1448: Chapter 1371: Playing Along for the Occasion

Ye Ranran only felt a pang in her nose before she bumped into a wall of a person.

“You haven’t answered me yet.”

“What’s it to you?” Ye Ranran responded sharply: “If that’s you showing concern, then all I can say is, thanks for the concern, but it’s unnecessary.”

“Moreover, if you want to play the philanthropist, please do so with someone else, not on me, as that would make me feel utterly disgusted.” Ye Ranran spoke with cutting sharpness.

Indeed, times have changed, and now she is fully capable of a verbal duel with the best of them.

“I haven’t been playing the philanthropist with others, nor do I have any spare love to give to others. All these years, I thought you understood me,” Fu Rong lamented softly.

That voice was filled with solitude, like someone who had earnestly climbed a high mountain, finally able to overlook the splendid scenery, only to find there was no one to share it with.

Ye Ranran did understand him, but did he need her understanding?

She was nothing after all.

“So what? I also thought I understood you well, but now I find I really don’t, and don’t want to.” Ye Ranran moved past him, heading out: “I should leave now, or else it wouldn’t be good if others see us arguing here, especially if your sweetheart hears about it.”

She had no intention of being the third party, nor did she want to disrupt someone else’s relationship.

Though she didn’t deliberately look into it or inquire, surely the person Fu Rong took fancy to must come from a more distinguished family than hers.

Otherwise, how could she be of any help to him?

Thus, she even lost the power to influence using her status, and during these tricky times, everyone is for themselves. She was not foolish enough to stir trouble and put her whole family in jeopardy.

In fact, she was still helping out Fu Rong, and them not letting her quit was already the utmost tolerance shown to her.

Where did she have the face to demand anything more?

Fu Rong grabbed her arm: “She’s not the one I care about, my association with her is nothing but an act for the occasion.”

“How far does this act go? If necessary, to sleep with her?” She raised her eyelids, looking straight at him, her gaze far more unabashed than her words.

“No, I haven’t been with her,” he denied repeatedly.

“What does it matter? Fu Rong, how long have I known you? Except for when I was young and naive, hasn’t it been twenty years? In my memory, when did you ever rely on a woman? With your status today, do you actually need to depend on a woman?”

An act for the occasion, what kind of reason necessitates such an act? Even when he first started, working his way up from the bottom, he never relied on any woman.

Without waiting for his reply, Ye Ranran spoke again: “Stepping back ten thousand paces, you choose her and not me, it’s merely because you don’t trust me, right? If that’s the case, why should we say more?”

“I don’t trust you? When did you ever trust me? I told you, just give me some more time, after this period is over, I’ll be honest with you,” Fu Rong let go of her hand.

Ye Ranran looked down at her hand, the warmth still lingering, but her heart had cooled considerably: “Aren’t you indirectly telling me that I can only share in your happiness, but not endure hardships with you?”

Fu Rong no longer spoke; he didn’t know what to say.

Should he tell her that he can’t bear to watch her disappear again?

But the person in front of him is not the real Wen Cai.

He was only seeking the shadow of Wen Cai in her.

So it’s not that he didn’t trust Wen Cai, he just didn’t quite trust her, that’s all.

At least, Wen Cai could not adopt such a cold-hearted attitude towards him.

Not getting the answer she wanted, Ye Ranran turned and left.