"Alright." Fu Er had no interest in knowing too much about their affairs.
Those love-hate entanglements, the romantic and poetic, were never his concern.
What he always wanted was simple, just to stand at the top, wielding the power of life and death, to control the clouds and rain with a flick of the hand.
Fu Rong took Wen Cai and got into his own car.
He pinched Wen Cai's chin, mouth to mouth, eye to eye, and said, "I thought after this experience, you would have gotten smarter."
"In my heart, there's just a bit of unwillingness." The woman wasn't foolish; she was someone who understood when to advance and retreat.
In the short time between exiting the conference room and getting in the car, she had already begun thinking about how to smooth things over.
"Then tell me, what will it take for you to be content?" Fu Rong said, rubbing her lips.
His fingertip, callused, rubbed her tender lips until they were almost bleeding.
