Fu Lingfeng's fingers involuntarily clenched into a fist.
He turned his head, his gaze level as he looked at Fu Bainian, "Dad, but I don't love her, I don't want to marry a woman I don't love."
Perhaps, he owed an apology to Qin Jiaran, but he had made the rules clear at the beginning of their game, it was just adults taking what they needed from each other, without mixing in emotions.
It was Qin Jiaran who was never satisfied, always wanting more, until she eventually even wanted to marry him.
Qin Jiaran, listening to the word "don't love," felt all color drain from her face, her slender body starting to tremble uncontrollably.
"Don't love?" Fu Bainian let out a scoff, "Then who do you love?"
"I..." Fu Lingfeng hesitated, as Gu Nanqiao's face flashed through his mind.
He suddenly remembered some things that had been gradually sealed away with the passage of time.
Originally, it was he who fell for her first, and after confessing, she had turned him down twice.
