My Pregnant Contract Wife Ran Away from Me!
Chapter 202: Who is Someone Else?

Chapter 202: Chapter 202: Who is Someone Else?

Fu Chenlie was massaging his brow when the cell phone on the dashboard rang.

It was Wen Ran’s cell phone.

He immediately looked over and saw the lit-up screen showing a message from Zhao Xiuyun’s mom, and his eyes narrowed.

Without any hesitation, the man picked up her phone and clearly read the message.

"Ranran, have you been busy lately? Auntie would like to go shopping with you this weekend, do you have time?"

Wen Ran was driving and hadn’t seen who had sent the message, but seeing Fu Chenlie disrespect her by just grabbing her phone and looking at it, she said unhappily, "Why are you touching other people’s things?"

"Other people? Who’s other people?"

"Put my phone down."

Fu Chenlie snorted coldly, his face set in a confrontational manner, "Do you know who sent you that message?"

She frowned and retorted, "How would I know if I haven’t even looked yet?"

"It’s Zhao Xiuyun’s mom."

"..."

Alright.

Wen Ran didn’t rush to take back the phone, since he had already read the message, and grabbing it back now seemed pointless, plus she was still driving.

She asked lightly, "What did she send me?"

"She wants to go shopping with you this weekend."

"Oh."

Fu Chenlie snorted coldly, "Are you going to accept?"

As the car reached the intersection, Wen Ran turned the steering wheel, made a right turn, and then looked at the man and counter-asked, "Do you want me to accept?"

The latter glared back coldly, "What, you still want to continue playing Zhao Xiuyun’s girlfriend and go shopping with his mom? Wen Ran, don’t start making yourself unhappy just when I was about to be nicer to you."

Wen Ran rolled her eyes when he wasn’t looking, "I haven’t even said anything yet, and you’re already threatening me?"

"So, what do you plan to do?"

"Of course, I’ll refuse, and then contact Zhao Xiuyun to have him clarify things as much as possible with his mom."

Hearing her say this, Fu Chenlie felt the displeasure in his heart finally start to dissipate somewhat.

He adjusted his sitting position, his thin lips curving into a smile, and slowly said, "Good, once we get to the office, I’ll watch you handle it."

Wen Ran immediately responded, "That’s unnecessary, right?"

"Why is it unnecessary?"

"You’re the venerable CEO, very busy, and I can handle this little matter myself. You don’t need to bother."

The man said seriously, "You are Mrs. Fu, yet you still have to play someone else’s daughter-in-law, can that be considered a small matter?"

Wen Ran, "..."

If he wanted to interpret it that way, she had nothing more to say.

...

Ten minutes later, the car stopped in Fu Group’s underground parking lot.

As Wen Ran got out of the car, she saw a red Porsche nearby also opening its door.

She initially just glimpsed without intending to look, but as she was about to look away, she saw that the person coming out of the car was CEO Zhou.

CEO Zhou was wearing a knitted long dress with a light brown long coat over it, her hair tied back in a low bun, a perfect picture of a stylish woman, so much so that Wen Ran, a woman herself, couldn’t help but take a few extra glances.

She couldn’t understand; such a beautiful and capable woman had confessed to Fu Chenlie, and he could still remain unmoved?

It seemed he really had seen too many beauties.

But to say he had seen too many beauties and yet, he made several inappropriate moves towards her, an unremarkable Mrs. Fu.

It could only be said—

Don’t try to guess a man’s mind.

CEO Zhou, of course, noticed Fu Chenlie’s car in addition to having to pass by them on her way to the elevator.

She walked over.

Fu Chenlie had already gotten out of his car.

Wen Ran walked over to him, whispered, "Boss, that’s CEO Zhou, CEO Zhou is coming over."

The latter frowned at her with a look that screamed "your admirer is coming," and his expression darkened a few shades, "Wen Ran, am I blind? Or tell me, by reminding me that CEO Zhou is coming over, what are you trying to say?"