Chapter 80 Who Wants to Be Your Wife
"Shouldn't you explain something to me, Mrs. Fu?"
Fu Shenyuan's tone was icy, each word like an ice pick piercing Jiang Ranxing.
Jiang Ranxing's hand holding the bone china soup spoon froze in mid-air before she took another sip of congee.
After eating a small bowl of porridge, Jiang Ranxing finally felt a bit of strength return to her body, and she gently put down the soup spoon.
Jiang Ranxing's eyelids were half open, and he said wearily, "What else do I need to explain, President Fu? I've already explained it before, but you didn't believe me."
What's the point of explaining further, especially to Fu Shenyuan? There's no need.
No matter how sincere you are, someone who doesn't believe you will never truly believe you.
Why bother explaining further? Why waste time and effort?
To Fu Shenyuan, Jiang Ranxing's exhaustion was both laughable and infuriating.
"You've been caught cheating on your spouse, and you're not even willing to pretend anymore, are you?"
Jiang Ranxing found his words as a joke.
Jiang Ranxing stood up, raised her eyes and met Fu Shenyuan's gaze directly. At this moment, she had nothing to hide and nothing to be afraid of.
She no longer cared about Fu Shenyuan's feelings.
"Mr. Fu, don't you find what you're saying ridiculous?" Jiang Ranxing's lips curled into a somewhat sarcastic smile.
When it comes to infidelity in marriage, is it Jiang Ranxing who is unfaithful, or Fu Shenyuan?
She really didn't know what Fu Shenyuan's mindset was when he asked her that question.
Jiang Ranxing then said clearly, "I've already explained to you that nothing happened between me and Zhou Mozheng. I don't even know him. What other answer do you want to hear?"
Jiang Ranxing had already said everything he could say more than once; saying it again would only make him seem more pathetic.
I don't want to talk about it anymore, I'm unwilling to talk about it anymore.
Facing the person she once admired, she gradually calmed down and lost those emotions.
Jiang Ranxing's indifferent and nonchalant attitude was irritating to Fu Shenyuan.
Fu Shenyuan grabbed Jiang Ranxing's arm and tightened his grip.
The pain in her arm made Jiang Ranxing's expression change. She tried to pull her arm away, but to no avail.
Jiang Ranxing glared at him angrily and said, "Let go of me! You're hurting me!"
Fu Shenyuan leaned in close, forcing Jiang Ranxing to the edge of the dining table. Jiang Ranxing could only support herself with one hand to avoid falling onto the table.
Fu Shenyuan looked at her with a complicated expression: "I've told you before, don't forget your place. You're still my Mrs. Fu."
Suddenly, Jiang Ranxing felt a surge of anger. Ignoring the soreness in her wrist, she felt a surge of strength within her and forcefully pushed Fu Shenyuan away.
"Who wants to be your Mrs. Fu!"
The voice was clear and distinct, even Fu Shenyuan was a little stunned.
Jiang Ranxing suddenly raised his voice, even startling the other servants in the villa.
Everyone was stunned—
The wife actually said those words, the words they had all been hoping to hear.
All eyes turned to the dining table. The butler gave a silent signal, and everyone quickly took their places, no longer daring to look at the host.
At the dining table, Jiang Ranxing felt he could finally break down.
She felt sad for herself.
She was terrified when a strange man broke into her home, and after struggling to resist to no avail, she was almost assaulted and humiliated!
Even if she is an independent and strong person, she will be scared when faced with this kind of situation!
She's just a woman in her twenties, and she's not made of steel.
In her extreme fear, no one cared about her, no one cared whether she was hurt.
Her husband is standing in front of her right now, questioning her about ethics and demanding an explanation.
There's no logic to it.
Who cares whether she was hurt or not?
Tears welled up in Jiang Ranxing's eyes and instantly streamed down her fair and slender face.
At this moment, Jiang Ranxing looks like a fragile and beautiful porcelain doll.
Jiang Ranxing repeated it again: "Who wants to be your Mrs. Fu... I don't want to anymore..."
She was once so determined to marry Fu Shenyuan, and she did marry him under the arrangement of Old Master Fu.
She thought she would want to be Mrs. Fu for the rest of her life.
She would never have imagined that one day she would be the one who no longer wanted to be Mrs. Fu.
Mrs. Fu's identity is like a poison pill coated with sugar. It may taste sweet when you put it in your mouth, but once the sugar coating melts away, it becomes a deadly poison that cuts to the bone.
Jiang Ranxing had suffered enough of this bitterness, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.
At this moment, Jiang Ranxing's tearful appearance was both beautiful and vulnerable.
Seeing Jiang Ranxing's sorrowful expression, Fu Shenyuan was taken aback, and the pressure on his hand loosened slightly.
However, the scene of Jiang Ranxing and Zhou Mozheng entangled on the bed just now was still vivid in his mind.
Fu Shenyuan could not tolerate such a thing.
His voice was low and hoarse, each word sounding like it was laced with blood: "Jiang Ranxing, you got this identity yourself, so you have to bear the consequences, understand?"
Faced with this same question again, Jiang Ranxing felt a wave of dizziness.
It was always the same. Fu Shenyuan would tell her again and again that it was she who wanted to marry him, that it was she who begged for this marriage.
But is it really all her fault?
Jiang Ranxing stared into his eyes and asked clearly, "If you really have no desire at all, then why are you with me, and why did you give birth to Yiyi? Do you really have no desire at all?"
"Fu Shenyuan, you were the one who gave me hope."
Jiang Ranxing had never asked this question aloud before; she had always been afraid to ask and hear Fu Shenyuan's answer.
But now that things have come to this, she can no longer endure it.
Fu Shenyuan chuckled softly, a smile that seemed sarcastic, mocking, or perhaps contained a multitude of other unclear emotions.
"Jiang Ranxing, when you asked this question, did you ever think about why you married me? Was it because I love you?"
Of course, it's definitely not because Fu Shenyuan loves her.
She was simply playing the role of Mrs. Fu. If it weren't for Lin Xuesha, it wouldn't matter to Fu Shenyuan who was Mrs. Fu.
So Fu Shenyuan's meaning was clear. Jiang Ranxing clenched her fingers tightly, her nails digging deep into her skin, leaving bloody marks.
Fu Shenyuan released Jiang Ranxing's hand.
Do you know why I had Tan Shen bring you back to the villa?
Fu Shenyuan asked coldly, his gaze equally icy.
"As my wife, the wife of the head of the Fu family, as long as we are not divorced, you have to do what this role entails."
Fu Shenyuan's unspoken meaning was that as Mrs. Fu, she had to be clean and upright, without any stains, and not bring any adverse effects to Fu Shenyuan and the Fu family.
Jiang Ranxing's heart turned cold. Fu Shenyuan's words to her were clearly devoid of any emotion.
To Fu Shenyuan, she was ultimately nothing more than an employee, a tool, in the position of Mrs. Fu.
Who would feel love, sympathy, or pity for a tool?
Jiang Ranxing once again experienced the pain of her heart being torn apart; all her intense feelings had been misplaced like flowing water.
Jiang Ranxing closed his eyes, feeling an indescribable bitterness in his heart.
Falling in love with someone who doesn't love you back is truly a disastrous experience.
Fortunately, she regained consciousness and still had a chance to save herself.
She loosened her grip on her fingers and let herself go.
She looked up at Fu Shenyuan and asked leisurely, "Fu Shenyuan, do you even have a heart?"
Even though she was just a puppet, she had once given him her heart.
And what about him?
Jiang Ranxing's gaze was filled with emotion; somehow, it was as if she were seeing into Fu Shenyuan's soul.
Fu Shenyuan felt a violent tremor in his soul, and his heart was filled with indescribable emotions.
That look in his eyes seemed so familiar at that moment.
It was as if his soul had once been gazed upon by such eyes.
It was as if it had taken him back to a distant time, a time when they had treated each other with all their hearts.
He suddenly heard a hazy, childish voice calling out.
"Brother Xiaochuan, where are you? I can't find you."
The owner of that voice seemed somewhat sad.
For no apparent reason, Fu Shenyuan felt an indescribable heartache.
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