My Pregnant Contract Wife Ran Away from Me!
Chapter 178: Is He a Troublemaker?

Chapter 178: Chapter 178: Is He a Troublemaker?

"He wants her to talk with a better attitude, but does he even listen to his own tone?!"

Mimicking his tone, she muttered, "Glad you know," and instantly started rolling her eyes.

However, she had only rolled her eyes halfway when Fu Chenlie suddenly turned his head...

Wen Ran quickly held back her eye roll, giving a guilty smile. "Husband, what is it?"

Fu Chenlie reminded her expressionlessly, "I asked you where you were going, and you haven’t answered yet."

"Just the Jiang City Shopping Mall, Ah Yan said a new hot pot restaurant opened there and wanted to try it."

"Uh-huh."

With that, he turned back around and started walking towards the living room.

Wen Ran breathed a sigh of relief and completed the eye roll she had started earlier.

What’s wrong with him?

Always needing to get to the bottom of things.

Why is he so curious about her movements?

After changing her shoes, Wen Ran closed the door and entered the living room. Just as she sat down on the sofa, she heard the man ask leisurely, "What’s for dinner?"

"What would you like to eat?"

"The things I want to eat, you can’t cook, remember?"

Wen Ran, "..."

After a speechless moment, she asked, "So, do you want noodles, or stir-fry?"

"Whatever."

"Then, is it okay if I cook noodles?"

Fu Chenlie, sitting lazily, looked up at her and retorted, in a way that seemed to Wen Ran like he was deliberately being picky, "Why not stir-fry?"

Because boiling noodles is faster, and stir-frying would take preparing at least three dishes, plus making porridge.

But how could she tell the truth?

Wen Ran smiled, "Because... Grandma made noodles for lunch, and they were so delicious, I wanted them again for dinner. Although I can’t make braised noodles, we can have hanging noodles. So, husband, can we have noodles for dinner?"

"As you wish."

"Oh."

Then it’s settled for noodles.

He nonchalantly hummed in acknowledgment, took out a cigarette, and fetched a lighter to light it.

Wen Ran noticed that the lighter in his hand was the one she gave him, which made her look twice, wondering—

Is that lighter particularly good?

Why, since she gave Fu Chenlie that lighter, had he abandoned the seventy thousand US dollar lighter for her cheap one from TaoBao?

Could it be that domestically produced lighters now match the quality of seventy thousand US dollar antique lighters?

Wen Ran thought she needed to reconsider the term ’domestically produced’; after all, many products made domestically are of good quality, and imported ones are not necessarily better, especially since she witnessed today that a three hundred yuan TaoBao lighter had outperformed the seventy thousand US dollar one.

Truly, it was unbelievable.

After lighting his cigarette, Fu Chenlie glanced up and met her staring apricot eyes; he sneered, "What are you looking at?"

Wen Ran, feeling uncomfortable, but stubborn, replied, "How would I know I’m looking at you if you weren’t looking at me?"

He snorted, reminding her, "I saw you were looking at me when I saw you."

"Oh, well, there are just the two of us here, who else should I look at? Besides, aren’t you handsome? Looking at you indicates you are pleasing to the eyes, it’s a form of acknowledgment."

"Do I need your acknowledgment?"

Wen Ran, "..."

She really wanted to ask if he was always this contentious.

But she dared not.

Finally, Wen Ran said lightly, "Then I won’t look. Is it okay if I go upstairs?"

As she spoke, she stood up and turned toward the staircase.

The man’s voice followed from behind, "Stop."

She turned back to look at him; her fair, small face was full of helplessness, and as she spoke, her impatient thoughts slipped out, "What now?"