My Pregnant Contract Wife Ran Away from Me!
Chapter 138 Don’t hit me, don’t hit me...

Chapter 138: Chapter 138 Don’t hit me, don’t hit me...

The next second, the man’s hand that had smashed the glass suddenly seized her chin, his eyes vicious and bloodshot as he glared at her, "You haven’t done anything? What else do you want to do with him?"

She shook her head, tears already brimming in her eyes, "No, I... I was just explaining to you."

"You want to cry? You feel wronged? You actually dare to feel wronged?"

"I don’t want to cry, and I don’t feel wronged, really..."

Wen Ran denied it over and over again.

She had never seen Fu Chenlie so angry before.

Although she was afraid, her hand that had been gripping the railing still let go of one.

She cautiously approached Fu Chenlie, her fingers trembling as they tightly clutched his arm upon touching it, her reddened eyes staring into his, and she began speaking in the most tender and careful tone, "Hus... husband, don’t be so angry, I’m really scared, I won’t do this again in the future, I won’t contact Zhao Xiuyun anymore, nor will I pretend to be his girlfriend, okay?"

Fu Chenlie watched her trembling form, his dark eyes slightly narrowed, and an unusual sensation arose spontaneously in his chest.

But the hostility in his eyes had not dissipated.

The man released his grip on her chin, as he was about to touch her face, Wen Ran suddenly crouched down along the railing, hugging her knees and shaking her head, "Don’t hit me, please don’t hit me..."

As she spoke, she began crying fearfully.

No one had ever bullied her like this throughout her life.

She had lived with Grandma in a small town, surrounded by good-natured and kind-hearted people, and the neighbors were all supportive of each other.

She had never encountered anyone as terrifying as Fu Chenlie, terrified to the point where she felt like she was the most pitiful and helpless being in the world.

She was afraid of being hit, afraid of pain, afraid of all things violent.

Wen Ran sobbed, heartbroken, mumbling, "I haven’t done anything with anyone, I was just helping, I haven’t even held hands with Zhao Xiuyun, I haven’t done anything to betray you, please don’t hit me..."

"Why blame me? Why bully me? You can be so patient and gentle with the unrelated Ms. Xu, but be so cruel only towards me, your lawful wife. I have never wronged you from the start!"

"I don’t want to be husband and wife with you anymore, I don’t want to live under the same roof as you, I want a divorce... you are really too terrifying..."

Fu Chenlie stood still, looking down at her, watching the fearful and helpless woman, his chest tight as if something clenched it, feeling a suffocating discomfort.

Somehow, his anger quietly subsided a great deal.

He squatted down, reaching out to pull her, but Wen Ran shrank back in fear, her timid eyes fixed on him, tearful, like a pitiful stray dog.

Fu Chenlie frowned as he looked at her, rhetorically asking with displeasure, "Do you have to be that scared?"

She bit her lip, her eyes reddening even more.

Plop—

Another tear fell.

He furrowed his brow, his hand paused in midair and curled slightly as he looked at her and asked, "When did I say I was going to hit you?"

Wen Ran’s damp eyes looked at him, her voice filled with unjust grievance as she replied, "Weren’t you about to hit me just now?"

Fu Chenlie let out a cold sneer.

He felt as if he had lost any temper at that moment.

The man raised his hand to touch her face, Wen Ran backed away again, but he still assertively pressed his large palm against her, then with his calloused fingertips gently wiped away her tears, "Haven’t I said before, I don’t hit women?"

Wen Ran pursed her lips, her voice quivering with a sob as she spoke, "But you might go back on your word."

Fu Chenlie, "..."