My Pregnant Contract Wife Ran Away from Me!
Chapter 152 Your Home is My Home

Chapter 152: Chapter 152 Your Home is My Home

Wen Ran looked at him and couldn’t help but complain, "Why are you talking so much today?"

"What, you don’t want to talk to me?"

"That depends on what it’s about."

The man snorted coldly, his gaze sizing her up, his words conveying a subtly probing sense, "Your Brother Mo Bei, when you were young, his family moved away—you must have missed him a lot, right?"

She countered without answering, "Why are you asking this?"

"Just getting to know Mrs. Fu’s past, what’s wrong with that?"

"..."

Seeing her not responding, he continued to press, "Did you miss him? He always protected you when you were young; he must have been the hero of your childhood memories. Your feelings for him are quite special, aren’t they?"

Of course they were special; Brother Mo Bei was her childhood playmate, the eternal first love in her heart, even whiter than Jiang Wan Ning was in Fu Chenlie’s heart.

But she wouldn’t tell him that.

Yet, for some reason today, this man was being incredibly stubborn.

She was clearly silent, yet he kept digging, over and over, "You couldn’t have kept your Brother Mo Bei in your heart all these years, constantly thinking about him, could you?"

Wen Ran, "..."

She remained silent, not making a sound.

Fu Chenlie had never been so curious about anything before, but even after asking several times, she didn’t make a sound.

At this point, his patience had completely worn out, and he snapped coldly, "Speak!"

"This is my business."

"You admit it?"

Wen Ran was stunned.

Which ear of his heard her admit anything?

The man’s displeased warning tone rang in her ears, "Wen Ran, you are now Mrs. Fu, the Fu family is prominent in Jiang City, and as Mrs. Fu, if you’re dwelling on another man in your mind, what do you think the consequences will be?"

"What consequences?"

"You’ll be miserable."

Wen Ran twitched the corner of her mouth, "Mr. Fu, this is my house, in my house, what can you do to me?"

"Your house?"

"Yes, my house, my grandma’s house."

Fu Chenlie snorted with disdain, "You’re my wife, your house is also my house."

Wen Ran, "..."

When did he become so shamelessly brazen?

While she was silent, he spoke again, "But rest assured, in this house, I won’t do anything to you, but you should know, staying here is only temporary. Once we’re back at Huan Island Villa, how do I treat you, and do you have any right to resist?"

"You already said you wouldn’t force me."

"Not forcing you to sleep with me, but did I say anything about anything else?"

Wen Ran glared at him, feeling indignant.

Just then, the door to the grandma’s house was knocked.

Both of them looked over at the same time.

Fu Chenlie saw a strange man and quickly shifted his gaze to Wen Ran’s face, his heart filling with suspicion—

Was this the fourth man coming to join the mahjong game?

Wen Ran saw the visitor, quickly got up from the stone bench, and her face also timely displayed a smile, full of surprise she said, "Zhengxun, how did you come?"

On hearing her call the visitor "Brother Zhengxun," Fu Chenlie immediately frowned.

How many ’brothers’ does she have?!

"I just met Aunt, and she told me you were back and brought a boyfriend, so I came to see."

The smile on Wen Ran’s face faded a bit.

Qiu Zhengxun walked over, glanced at the silent Fu Chenlie.

The two men’s gazes clashed in the air.

Fu Chenlie, with his disdainful and noble demeanor, looked somewhat indifferent, giving off the feeling that he didn’t regard Qiu Zhengxun as significant at all.