14 – Ranran, the one you love is Fu Linchuan
【Sang Ran! Let go of our brother right now!!】
【Don’t touch our brother! You’re already married and still touching our brother—that’s too much!】
【Sang Ran is already married, sisters, relax. Besides, how could our brother ever like someone this dumb.]
[She’s really so stupid. Fifth Master might divorce her in a couple of days—will she be crying then?]
[Probably. That would be so tragic, hahaha. Come on, hurry up—we can’t wait to see her cry.]
A crowd of onlookers all waited eagerly, all hoping the little princess would be dumped by Fifth Master, and the harder she cried, the better.
In the office.
A figure in black sat at the desk, expressionlessly staring at the computer, long fingers tapping on the keyboard like a work machine.
A moment later, he shifted his gaze from the computer, opened his phone, and scrolled to Sang Ran’s WeChat.
Her note: Little Doll.
Her profile picture was a beautiful little cat, that soft little kitten just as soft as she was.
Fu Chenyan lightly tapped her profile picture. “Little dummy.”
He wondered what that little dummy was doing now—was she off to that eating show again?
Sure enough, she was a little foodie.
He hesitated for a moment, then sent Sang Ranran two words: 【Where are you?】
Sang Ran’s phone buzzed. She hid behind the crowd and opened it, seeing that Fu Chenyan, that bad man, had messaged her.
Sang Ran originally didn’t want to reply to the bad man’s messages, but she remembered he would bully her again, pinching her cheeks, and it hurt so much.
【I’m playing at the show’s set—it’s so fun here.】
【The show, what’s it called?】
After getting Sang Ran’s message, Fu Chenyan inexplicably opened that variety show.
Someone like Fu Chenyan never followed dramas or variety shows; picking up his phone was only to scroll through news. But this time, he actually opened a variety show.
Fu Chenyan had always thought watching such mindless shows was a complete waste of time.
Until the next second, when he saw Sang Ran’s figure on the screen. She was wearing a beautiful white dress, her hair seemed to have been tidied, a hat on her head—she looked even more like a doll, stunningly beautiful.
Fu Chenyan suddenly felt that this kind of show wasn’t so hard to watch after all.
The little doll seemed to be playing some kind of game, but she was just too clumsy—she failed every time. When spinning around the elephant’s nose, she accidentally fell to the ground.
She frowned, her lips slightly pouting—an expression Fu Chenyan knew well, a look of grievance.
Fu Chenyan covered his lips and let out a low laugh. The sound was a bit loud, but there was no one around, and no one could hear it.
“Dummy.”
His deep voice seemed to carry something different, no longer so cold.
Then, he saw Sang Ran being helped up by a young man, who touched the girl’s soft fingers.
In an instant, Fu Chenyan’s eyes turned piercingly cold, his face growing darker and darker, as if the next moment he would smash the phone in his hand.
That was just the kind of violent-tempered man he was.
“President, the meeting is about to start. Do you need me to prepare the documents now?” Li Yi knocked lightly on the door from outside.
Fu Chenyan: “No need. Move the meeting to the afternoon.”
Li Yi: “??”
“President…”
“I said, move the meeting to the afternoon.”
His cold, harsh voice was like a sharp blade, and Li Yi’s words came to an abrupt halt.
He didn’t dare ask why, because from those words, he could already tell the President was in a very bad mood.
When the senior executives heard the news, they all gaped in shock, as if they’d heard something unbelievable.
“What! You said… you said the President moved the meeting to the afternoon?!”
“This is the first time the President has postponed a meeting. What on earth happened?”
“It must be something earth-shattering. Is the President sick or something?!”
Li Yi could only shake his head. “I don’t know.”
“But the President seems to be in a bad mood. You’d better have your reports ready for the process, or else…”
Everyone exchanged glances, all understanding Li Yi’s meaning. The afternoon would be a battlefield.
After a full day of the show and playing so many games, Sang Ran’s body felt soft and weak. She just wanted to go home and rest.
But when she remembered she’d have to see that bad man at home, she suddenly didn’t want to go back. She sat down in a shabby tent.
Shen Yunge followed her over and sat across from Sang Ran. Sang Ran didn’t speak, but Shen Yunge spoke first.
“Sang Ran, Brother Linchuan will be back in a few days. You like Brother Linchuan, so why did you marry Fifth Master? Why couldn’t you wait a few more days for him?”
Her tone carried accusation, along with a hint of faint anger.
“What?”
Sang Ran’s mind couldn’t wrap around those words. She stared at her in a daze.
Shen Yunge moved to sit beside Sang Ran and said earnestly, “Brother Linchuan may not like you, but you can’t marry Fifth Master just because of that. Do you know what kind of person he is? Ranran, I’m only saying this for your own good.”
“I just…”
“Ranran, it’s not too late. We grew up with Brother Linchuan, and he has a gentle and kind personality. I think he suits you better. I won’t fight you for Linchuan, Ranran. As long as it’s something you like, I will never compete with you for it.”
Shen Yunge took Sang Ran’s hand, but she pulled away again. Sang Ran shook her head. “He likes you.”
“No, Ranran, I won’t fight you for him. If you like him, I absolutely won’t touch him.”
Shen Yunge took Sang Ran’s hand again, her face full of sincerity, though a different emotion lurked in her eyes.
“Thank you, Yunge, but I’ve already married Fu Chenyan. Although… his temper isn’t the best.”
Sang Ran lowered her gaze. In truth, it didn’t matter who she married—she didn’t seem to like anyone at all.
She only wanted to fulfill her dream, to become the greatest pianist in the world, so that everyone could hear her music.
Shen Yunge suddenly gripped Sang Ran’s arm tightly and said excitedly, “Ranran, you said it yourself—his temper isn’t the best. Have your father bring it up, and the Fu family will surely agree to a divorce.”
“You… seem very eager for me to divorce Fu Chenyan. Why?” Sang Ran tilted her head and asked.
Shen Yunge had never paid her any attention before, except for a brief period when they played together as children. Today, she was acting out of character.
“I… I just think you and Brother Linchuan are a better match. Fifth Master Fu is too cold, and you two aren’t suited for each other. I’m also afraid you might be wronged.”
Sang Ran let out a soft “Oh.” “But I think you and Brother Linchuan are a better match.”
Shen Yunge’s expression shifted slightly, and she gave an awkward smile. “Is that so?”
“Mm.”
Sang Ran nodded. Just then, her phone rang. The contact name displayed was: Bad Thing.
She hesitated for a few seconds before answering. In truth, she didn’t want to take the call, but knowing that the bad thing would bully her if she didn’t, she had no choice but to compromise.
“Where are you.”
His voice was still cold, betraying no trace of emotion.