My Pregnant Contract Wife Ran Away from Me!
Chapter 106: Who Allowed You to Make Your Own Decisions?

Chapter 106: Chapter 106: Who Allowed You to Make Your Own Decisions?

Fu Chenlie couldn’t figure out what was wrong with him, feeling irritable.

He raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose, tossing an extremely indifferent remark her way, "Don’t stand there being an eyesore, go to sleep."

Wen Ran obediently murmured an "okay."

Considering Fu Chenlie was injured, she didn’t take his harsh words to heart and turned towards the stairs after responding.

After going upstairs, she glanced at the man sitting downstairs.

He was frowning deeply, massaging his temples while leaning on the couch, apparently bothered by something.

Wen Ran couldn’t figure him out and didn’t bother to try. After all, his wound had been treated by the doctor and wouldn’t cause any serious trouble.

She returned to her room.

As she was closing the door, she heard the sound of a lighter from downstairs.

Was he going to smoke?

Didn’t he worry about his wound healing slowly? He really was courting death.

Wen Ran closed the door and lay down on her bed, feeling uneasy.

It wasn’t because she was worried about Fu Chenlie, but because she feared that once his headache subsided, he would settle the score with her for hitting him.

In her unease, Wen Ran vented to Jiang Yan.

"Ah Yan, I hit Fu Chenlie today, what should I do? I think he must hate me to death. He might even take revenge on me."

Jiang Yan always replied to her messages quickly, and this time was no exception: "Are you not with him right now?"

Wen Ran: "I’m in my room, and he is downstairs."

Jiang Yan: "What was his reaction when you injured him? Did he do anything to you?"

Wen Ran: "He was just very angry, but didn’t do anything to me."

Jiang Yan: "If he’s already been angry, it means this issue is over, and he probably won’t do anything to you anymore. At worst, why don’t you buy him a gift as a formal apology?"

Buy a gift as an apology?!

Wen Ran thought this was a good idea.

As the saying goes, one does not slap a smiling face. If she offered a gift while apologizing, how could he have any reason to take revenge on her?

But—

What gift should she give?

Fu Chenlie was wealthy, wearing only custom-made clothes, which were beyond her means to present, and she couldn’t afford them.

A watch?

She could afford it even less.

A tie?

It seemed too personal.

As Wen Ran pondered, the image of him lighting a cigarette suddenly popped into her mind.

That’s it!

She would give him a lighter.

Even the more expensive lighters on the shopping app were only a few hundred yuan; she could afford that.

With that thought, Wen Ran quickly opened the shopping app.

The next day.

Wen Ran woke up earlier than usual, not only preparing breakfast but also making lunch to take to the office for Fu Chenlie.

Dr. Liang had said he should eat light food yesterday, so she made it herself today to avoid any greasy food from the staff canteen or outside restaurants.

The breakfast she usually made wasn’t greasy, so it was the same as always.

After breakfast, they left the villa together.

Standing next to Fu Chenlie, Wen Ran looked at the man and spoke, "Honey, since you are injured today, let’s not practice driving this morning, okay?"

The latter glanced at her indifferently, without a word.

Reaching the car, Wen Ran considerately opened the back door for him: "You’re injured, so I’ll drive to the office."

The man didn’t say anything, but he got into the back seat.

Wen Ran breathed a sigh of relief, seeing that the great Buddha seemed to be cooperating.

However, she could clearly feel that Fu Chenlie was still unhappy, because he hadn’t spoken a word to her the entire way to the office. Upon arrival, he didn’t even let her ride the same elevator with him.

After taking the employee elevator to the president’s office, Wen Ran approached Fu Chenlie’s desk: "Boss, I just told Assistant Cheng that there’s no need to bring lunch for you today."

Hearing this, he lifted his eyes, his first words filled with discontent, "Who allowed you to make decisions on your own?"