Chapter 11 Remember Your Word

g with his chest.Lin Jinran reflexively raised her arm, blocking his chest. Her heart was pounding wildly.With eyes wide with astonishment, she looked at him in confused uncertainty."What compensation...The woman who should have been lying in bed was sitting on the floor leaning against the refrigerator, holding a pot in her arms, with her right hand holding a spoon, ready to feed it into her mouth.

Her rosy lips, plumped up as if stuffed with rice porridge, were a picture of shock and disbelief. Her small face was pale, her eyes wide with panic and helplessness, like that of some small animal caught red-handed stealing food.

Lin Jinran was indeed flustered, she hadn't heard Fu Mochen's footsteps at all.

She still had rice porridge in her mouth, she wanted to open her mouth to explain, she chewed a few times hastily and swallowed it.

"I'm sorry, I ate your porridge. If you're hungry, I'll make some for you now."

Fu Mo'han loathed people like Lin Jinran the most, someone who was clearly wicked to the core but pretended to be innocent.

It's a real shame she didn't become an actress!

"Lin Jinran, you don't need to act so innocent. This was yours to begin with."

Fu Mo's black eyes held undisguised disgust, which sent a shiver down Lin Jinyan's spine and caused her heart to throb with pain.

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Also, Fu Mo Han felt that everything about her was put on.

Only Lin Ruochu truly expresses her genuine nature, only her smile and every glance are real.

Lin Jinran lowered her head, the clay pot in her arms seemed a little heavier. Just moments ago, her stomach had been growling with hunger, but now it felt strangely full, and she had lost all appetite.

"Thank you for leaving me the porridge."

Her voice echoed in the silence, even though it was a little hoarse from being sick, it was still very clear and beautiful.

Someone once suggested that she participate in singing competitions, perhaps getting selected as a name, but Lin Jinran's aspiration was to be a fashion designer.

Lin Jin's pitiful appearance made Fu Mo Han feel inexplicably annoyed, his tone suddenly becoming much heavier, "Don't think that by acting this way you can win me over and I'll forget what you did."

He stepped closer to Lin Jinfan, looking down at him condescendingly. "You should know why I married you," he said coldly and ruthlessly. "Do you think marrying me means you can live as Mrs. Fu Lin Jinfan, don't you feel any guilt Luo Chu is still lying in bed unconscious because of you, and yet you're flirting with the man who was supposed to be hers!"

Lin Jinran's already pale face was devoid of any blood.

She knew very well that Fu Mo Han was blaming her, blaming her for being ruthless and pushing Lin Ruochu down. Blaming her for drugging her and making him sleep with her, and then telling his grandfather.

But, none of this was her doing.

She didn't push Lin Ruochu at all. It was Lin Ruochu wearing high heels who accidentally rolled down the stairs, and Lin Ruochu's mother blamed her for doing it.

She didn't drug Fu Mochen at all. She had also taken the medicine, and at that time, she had no choice but to have a relationship with him helplessly.

As for how Grandpa knew, she had no idea either.

The only thing she did on her own accord was to marry Fu Mochen, who didn't love her and even hated her, but she also had unspeakable reasons!

"Don't worry, as long as Ruochu wakes up, I will divorce you." Her voice was very soft, like a feather blown by the wind in the air, nowhere to rest.

Fu Mo's heart sank. He felt inexplicably agitated.

He said impassively, "Better be. Remember your words!"

Suddenly, he turned around and strode away, just as he was about to step up the stairs.

In the silent kitchen, a sound of porcelain shattering echoed, followed by a woman's stifled gasp and a heavy thud.nst his, prying open her heart. He plunged in, recklessly stirring up the storm within her.The sweet, lingering kiss brought Lin Jinran out of her haze. She whimpered, trying to push the man away wit...