“Is that so?”
“I would not lie to you.”
Wang Hong suddenly grabbed her shoulders and pulled her to him.
His movement took Chen Rong by surprise. Caught off guard, she fell forward into a warm embrace.
Wang Hong’s embrace.
Flummoxed, Chen Rong stared at his lapel, slightly gaping her rosy mouth. She stiffened, not daring to move.
Wang Hong held her in his arms and with his head slightly tilting, leaned his mouth against her ear, tickling her with his breath. While she trembled involuntarily, he whispered: “And then what? Do you want me to explain to the world that whatever happened that day was just forced by circumstances? Do you want me to say that though you love me, you are not good enough for me? Would it be best to let the world feel that your admiration for Wang Qilang is a thing of the past? That you can still find a good man to marry?”