My Pregnant Contract Wife Ran Away from Me!
Chapter 137: Do You Think I Am Dead?

Chapter 137: Chapter 137: Do You Think I Am Dead?

His ambiguous gaze fell on her as if he were judging her.

Wen Ran averted her gaze.

It was getting late, and they had already dined outside. Normally, this was the time she would be alone in her bedroom. Now, she tried hard to ignore Fu Chenlie’s gaze fixed on her, heading upstairs.

Step by step, she ascended the stairs; the closer she got to Fu Chenlie.

Wen Ran felt somewhat timid in her heart.

Therefore, when she reached the final step, her pace quickened noticeably, thinking that if she quickly entered her room, Fu Chenlie wouldn’t trouble her.

However—

What was destined to come, could not be avoided.

The man, who had not spoken since they had an unpleasant encounter in the study room that morning, spoke for the first time today—

"Stop!"

The simple command frightened Wen Ran so much that she goosebumps covered her body.

His voice was so cold that one could guess the towering rage hidden beneath it without needing to think.

Wen Ran’s legs felt as if they were filled with lead; she halted in place.

She did not turn around, but she heard his footsteps approaching step by step.

Fu Chenlie stopped opposite her, looking down at her with a tone slightly raised, exuding an air of casual, extreme danger: "Zhao Xiuyun’s girlfriend?"

Although Wen Ran was rebellious at heart, she only dared counter slightly when Fu Chenlie was in a stable mood and not very angry.

But at this moment, just listening to his tone of voice, she felt death was not far away.

Where could she dare resist?!

Her hands by her sides clenched tightly; her heart shivered involuntarily, yet she still had to muster the courage to look up at him, trying to explain: "I...I was just helping Zhao Xiuyun with a favor; his parents pressured him to go on blind dates, I’m just a facade to deal with his parents, not his girlfriend."

"Is that so?"

He asked too disdainfully, as if the answer "yes" or "no" did not matter at all.

Yet Wen Ran dared not treat it lightly, hurriedly nodding and responding, "Yes... Yes, he taught me driving last time and I have not found a suitable chance to thank him. This time he asked me for this favor, so I agreed."

Fu Chenlie did not listen to what she was saying, nor did he care.

He approached her step by step, forcing Wen Ran to keep backing up until her back knocked on the railing in the corridor.

The man’s eyes, burning with raging fury, stared at her and he spoke with emphasis: "Articulately trying to shirk your duties as a wife, but pairing up with Zhao Xiuyun, wanting to become the Zhao Family’s daughter-in-law, hmm?"

"I did not..." She instinctively denied.

Out of the corner of her eye, Wen Ran caught sight of his knuckles turning white as he held the wine glass, as if in the next second, the glass and its contents would smash into her face.

Her hand gripped the railing tightly, so frightened she felt like she was about to cry the next second.

Fu Chenlie’s expression was harsh and terrifying: "You are Fu Chenlie’s wife; your name is on the spouse column of my marriage certificate, a married woman, yet you secretly play someone else’s girlfriend, Wen Ran, do you take me for dead?"

Wen Ran shook her head desperately in denial: "No, it’s not like that, I was really just helping Zhao Xiuyun with a favor, nothing happened between us."

Snap!

"Ah—"

Wen Ran, seeing Fu Chenlie raise his hand holding the wine glass abruptly, screamed in fright, thinking he was about to smash it on her.

But the glass was smashed onto the railing instead.

The red liquid flowed down the white railing, eventually spattering the marble floor in a messy splash.

Wen Ran’s shoulders trembled uncontrollably.