Chapter 1464: Chapter 1387: Ambiguity

As for the missing piece, just carefully cover it up. After you get married and have children, meeting again would be nothing more than a casual laugh and a line like, “The past is gone with the wind.”

“Go to the usual porridge shop,” Fu Rong instructed the driver.

The driver stopped at the intersection, preparing to make a U-turn.

“You can just drop me off here,” Ye Ranran reached for the car door, only to realize it was already locked.

She turned to look at Fu Rong, her pitch-black, bright eyes seemingly soaked in icy water, cold and piercingly clear.

Fu Rong grabbed her hand and placed it on his knee, his deep, dark eyes rippling with tenderness. “You haven’t eaten anything all morning either; you must be starving.”

“Thanks for your concern, but it’s unnecessary.” Her tone was indifferent and distant, shutting people out completely.

“Xiao Cai, I never said I didn’t want you. So you must stay by my side. Be good, don’t cause a scene, or even I don’t know what I might do.”

Ye Ranran was stunned by his words, her beautiful dark eyes brimming with icy shards. “Excuse me, but in what capacity do you expect me to stay by your side?”

“Mistress?” The fury in her heart finally exploded. “So in your eyes, is that how cheap I am?”

Just how much had she compromised herself to let him treat her this way?

“Let me tell you, if you want me to stop making trouble, fine. But you need to go break things off with that Miss Sun right now—immediately, this instant—and then be with me, get engaged, and marry me next year. Can you do that?” She became interrogative, her tone so tough there was no room for negotiation.

Fu Rong looked at her in distress, his two sharp brows furrowing together.

“You can’t do it? Then neither can I. Fu Rong, people have dignity. My parents didn’t raise me to muddle through life with a man in some unclear, undefined way. You want to have it both ways, enjoying the best of both worlds? Dream on.”

Even if she died, she would never become someone’s mistress, a third wheel, or a kept woman.

No matter how much she loved someone, she couldn’t stoop so low.

If loving someone meant compromising like that, she’d rather not love them.

Fu Rong tightened his grip on her hand, as if afraid she’d escape, his dark eyes as tranquil as a deep pool. “Give me some time. I’ll clear things up with her.”

Ye Ranran’s gaze swept past his hand, her expression aloof. “Then come talk to me after you break up with her. Until then, don’t try to play games with me.”

At this age, whether you like someone or love them, just make things clear. After all, youth is gone, and dragging it out would mean getting married at forty, wouldn’t it?

He might be able to accept it; she couldn’t.

Fu Rong acted as though he didn’t understand her words, tightening his grip even more.

“Fu Rong, yes, I like you. But please show me enough respect, just as I respect your choices.” Ye Ranran maintained her usual calm composure, her expression detached, her tone measured and steady.

This demonstrated that she hadn’t let anger cloud her judgment.

This was the part of her that Fu Rong had once admired most, but now found the most difficult to handle.

“Then have a meal with me.” He acted like a child throwing a tantrum.

Ye Ranran was about to refuse when her stomach unexpectedly let out an embarrassing noise.

She hadn’t eaten much for dinner and had been rushing around all night and all morning, already starving to the point of exhaustion.

But she still didn’t want to go.

“Thank you, but I don’t want to eat with you.” She coldly refused.

“Then don’t even think about getting out of the car.” His thin lips pressed together, the lines of his face becoming even colder. His long, dark eyelashes drooped slightly, partially shrouding his gaze, yet still exuding an overwhelming sense of pressure.