My Pregnant Contract Wife Ran Away from Me!
Chapter 145 You’re Not Worthy of Mentioning Her

Chapter 145: Chapter 145 You’re Not Worthy of Mentioning Her

Fu Chenlie, after seeing Grandma off, returned upstairs.

Approaching the door to the main bedroom, he was about to enter when Wen Ran pulled the door open from inside.

For a moment, their eyes met.

Wen Ran was the first to speak, "Why did you lie to Grandma just now?"

"What did I lie to her about?"

"You said the injury on your head was from... rolling in the sheets, when it obviously wasn’t."

The man chuckled lightly, leisurely looking at her, "Would you rather I tell Grandma that you were the one who hurt me?"

She was stunned.

Of course, that was out of the question.

Alright, let’s just say he did it to protect her.

But she just felt that his words to Grandma were a bit frivolous, and Grandma was quite something, even mentioning something about customizing an extra-large bed...

Wen Ran snapped back to reality and took a glance at Fu Chenlie, "Grandma has left, I need to go back to my room to change."

With that, she lifted her foot.

However—

She had barely taken a step when she was suddenly swept off her feet.

She turned her head in surprise, looking at the man who had given her a princess carry for the second time that morning, stuttering, "What... what are you doing?"

Fu Chenlie glanced at her, casually saying, "You’re barefoot. What if you catch a cold, then Grandma will blame me again. Is it wrong for me to carry you back?"

Wen Ran looked at his perfect jawline, "I’m not so delicate that I would catch a cold from walking a few steps."

The latter asserted firmly, "Wen Ran may not be delicate, but Mrs. Fu can’t be treated as such."

She twitched the corners of her mouth, unsure whether she should be happy about the honor she received from the identity of "Mrs. Fu."

After a few seconds of silence, Wen Ran turned her gaze back to the man holding her.

He was handsome, with a noble and elegant demeanor, the type one would be attracted to at first sight—of course, under the condition that he didn’t speak too much.

Wen Ran, having experienced his sharp tongue, did not harbor much fondness for him.

But to be held like this by a member of the opposite sex, especially one who was wealthy and good-looking, she simply couldn’t maintain her composure.

Her heart was in disarray, her thoughts wandering.

When his steps approached the second bedroom, she softly reminded him, "Actually, if you have a girl you like, you really shouldn’t be carrying other women. This kind of behavior is... somewhat playboyish."

He glanced at her with undefined meaning, "Am I a playboy to you?"

"...That’s not exactly it, since you married me out of coercion."

"So, less talk."

She pressed her lips together and asked, "But aren’t you afraid Ms. Wan Ning will be angry with you when she gets back?"

As soon as she said this, Fu Chenlie’s previously calm and gentle expression instantly turned cold.

His footsteps halted, and his fearsome gaze fell on her face.

Wen Ran’s heart suddenly jumped, and after a brief silence in the air, she dared to speak out, promising him sensibly, "I’m sorry, I won’t mention her again."

Fu Chenlie’s stern eyes fixed on her, his words carrying a thick warning, "You’d better remember, not just anyone is worthy of mentioning her in my presence."

Her eyes flickered, her expression freezing.

Moments before, he had been concerned about her walking barefoot and catching a cold, so he held her; now, as she leaned into his arms, their skin touching, the scene was so intimate and beautiful. Yet, the words that came from his mouth were so cruel and harsh.

Wen Ran’s soft heart felt as though it was pierced by a sharp needle.

The feeling made her nose sour.

She pursed her lips, averting her eyes from the man’s gaze, and softly responded to him, "I understand."

Her voice sounded somewhat off as she spoke.

But...