I Care About You

Qin Wei waved his hands and smiled at Mu Ran helplessly. "Your grandfather is my savior, so this is what I should do. You don't have to thank me."

He paused and added.

"And I am much more powerful than you think. You can trust me."

Qin Wei looked at Mu Ran with his clear eyes as she hurriedly avoided his burning gaze and entered the car slightly flustered. She even stuttered when she spoke, "You... you can send me back to the Mu family's old house first. I plan to clean it up and stay there."

Wang Man invited Mu Ran to stay with her. However, when she thought of Wang Man's wild nature and how she would often bring different men back, she decided against it.

Qin Wei nodded and swallowed the words that were already on the tip of his tongue.

He wanted to tell Mu Ran that Mu Jing had heard that she had divorced Fu Ting, so he had asked him to take good care of her in the future. In other words, he wanted to acknowledge him as his grandson-in-law.

But he didn't want to force Mu Ran.

The sports car stopped in front of a villa in the suburbs. After saying goodbye to Qin Wei, Mu Ran carefully walked in.

Because there had been no one living here for a long time, a thick layer of dust had accumulated here. Mu Ran frowned and went straight to the room on the second floor.

She pushed the door open and saw the wedding photo of her and Fu Ting hanging on the wall.

In the photo, she was wearing a beautiful white wedding dress with a happy smile on her face, leaning against Fu Ting. Fu Ting, on the other hand, had a cold expression on his face. He stood stiffly with impatience written all over his face. She remembered that she had only taken a single wedding photo with Fu Ting so why was he so impatient?

Perhaps she should have realized then that her marriage with Fu Ting was one-sided. This way, she would not have been hurt by him after the marriage.

She also found a thick stack of letters in the box.

The handwriting on the envelope was beautiful and powerful. At that time, she was only 15 or 16 years old. She liked Fu Ting but did not dare to say it. Taking advantage of the school's pen pal recruitment event, she wrote letters to Fu Ting anonymously. She also imagined that if Fu Ting knew that the person who wrote the letters had always been by her side, his surprised expression would be quite a show.

Unfortunately, she wouldn't be able to see that anymore.

Mu Ran wanted to tear up the letter and burn it, but in the end, she couldn't bear to do so. For some reason, she put them back into the box and put some important documents in the box, preparing to take them with her.

...

Fu Ting entered the villa. Just as he pushed the door open, Miao Man went up to him.

Her body hadn't fully recovered yet. Her face was pale, as if a gust of wind could blow her away. Her eyes were misty and aggrieved, and she looked even more pitiful.

Fu Ting frowned and looked at her, sighing softly. "Why don't you go back to your room and rest? What are you standing here for?"

Miao Man shook her head, her heart filled with sweetness.

Fu Ting was concerned about her. She had heard from Mrs. Zhang in the kitchen that Mu Ran had been Mrs. Fu for six years, yet Fu Ting had always neglected her, let alone cared about her.

However, she turned around and lowered her eyes. Her voice was so pitiful as she asked, "Fu Ting, did your divorce with Mu Ran go smoothly today? She didn't make things difficult for you, did she?"

"Can she even make things difficult for me?" Fu Ting raised his eyebrows slightly. "The divorce went smoothly. But why are you asking this? Are you concerned about whether I will get a divorce or not?"

Miao Man blinked. Perhaps she had heard wrongly, but she could hear Fu Ting's slight dissatisfaction.

The corners of her mouth twitched unnaturally. Soon, she smiled like a flower and squeezed into Fu Ting's arms. She pointed at his chest and said, "I don't care if you get a divorce or not. I'm just worried that you're unhappy and I'm afraid that you'll be angry."

She looked at Fu Ting pitifully, like a frightened little rabbit.

Fu Ting shook his head. Miao Man had probably been unconscious for too long. She was getting older, but her temperament was still like a young girl's. But it was precisely because of this that she seemed more adorable.

Miao Man leaned into Fu Ting's arms and rubbed her head shyly. She said pitifully, "Fu Ting, I'm tired. Help me upstairs to rest."

"Okay."

Fu Ting had a headache, but he did not reject Miao Man. He carried her in his arms and strode up to the second floor.

He put Miao Man on the bed.

Miao Man quickly wrapped her arms around Fu Ting's neck and the two of them fell on the bed. Fu Ting's nose almost touched Miao Man's!

Before Fu Ting could react, Miao Man took the initiative.

"Fu Ting, can you give me a hug? I've been having nightmares lately where I would never wake up. I'm afraid of losing you. Can you give me a hug?"

Although it was winter and the room was well-heated, Miao Man was only wearing a thin nightgown. Her beautiful figure was faintly discernible under the nightgown.

Any man who was full of vigor would not be able to hold it in.