Shen Yanhe gently moved her wrist, which Fu Yanhe held in his hand.
The next second, Fu Yanhe gripped it even tighter.
She chuckled, raising an eyebrow teasingly, "What's the matter? Can't bear to let me go?"
Fu Yanhe gazed deeply into her eyes, his delicate Adam's apple moving slightly, "If I'm keeping a very important matter from you, and you find out later, will you get angry? Will you make me step down?"
Shen Yanhe's smile faded slowly, her cat-like eyes narrowing as she stepped closer to him, sizing him up.
Fu Yanhe's expression remained calm, but his gaze was fixed tightly on her.
After a moment, Shen Yanhe spoke up, "Are you keeping a mistress behind my back?"
Fu Yanhe: "..."
He responded helplessly, "No."
"Then, did you meddle with my money behind my back?"
Fu Yanhe was half amused, half exasperated, "Neither."
Little money-lover.
He looked at her intently, his tone leisurely, "Apart from you, I won't have feelings for any other woman in this lifetime."
