Shen Jianian was not just surprised; she felt terrified.
The mole on her chest was slightly lower, usually hidden when she wore strapless dresses. And the birthmark on the inside of her thigh was even less likely to be seen by others.
"You still want to say we aren't familiar?"
The sight of Shen Jianian's silent demeanor entered Fu Jichen's eyes. He thought she planned to let it pass and decided to verify it himself. He wrapped an arm around her waist, reaching to unbutton her shirt.
When he placed the evidence in front of her, he wanted to hear what else she had to say.
"What are you doing?" Shen Jianian was both shocked and angry, clutching tightly at her collar to stop him from undressing her, while simultaneously kicking him.
Fu Jichen grunted, the line of his jaw tense for a moment, sweat beading on his forehead.
