My Pregnant Contract Wife Ran Away from Me!
Chapter 207: Tell Him I’m Your Husband

Chapter 207: Chapter 207: Tell Him I’m Your Husband

In a panic, Wen Ran blurted out, "You... you turn on the speakerphone. Don’t say anything after it connects, I’ll speak myself, otherwise I’m really too embarrassed."

The man curled his lips, decisively dropping two words: "Deal."

She didn’t try to snatch the phone anymore, her eyes full of resentment glaring at him while she silently ground her teeth.

The phone was held firmly in Fu Chenlie’s hand.

With a "ding," the phone connected.

Wen Ran watched him activate the speakerphone and push it toward her.

The other party’s voice came through first: "Ranran, long time no see, why did you even bother to call back? You could have just replied to me on WeChat."

Hearing this voice, Wen Ran’s eyes widened.

It wasn’t Zhao Xiuyun?!

It was Zhao Xiuyun’s Mom!

Her face instantly became ten times more animated than before as she struggled to organize her thoughts and find her voice after a long while: "Auntie, I... I actually wanted to tell you that Zhao Xiuyun and I actually..."

Wen Ran had meant to clarify things.

But such an explanation would be akin to betraying Zhao Xiuyun, wouldn’t it?!

Zhao Xiuyun hadn’t actually done anything wrong, and she had agreed to help out.

She just couldn’t do something as disloyal as that.

Even if it were to be said, it should have been Zhao Xiuyun speaking to his own Mom.

Not her.

Wen Ran’s gaze switched from Fu Chenlie to the phone, and as soon as his eyes landed on her face, she quickly raised her hand and tapped the phone screen, hanging up the voice call.

The man caught her action from the corner of his eye, and his look changed immediately.

Before he could grit his teeth and settle the score, Wen Ran grabbed his hand first, eagerly starting to explain: "Boss, I... I really did intend to explain everything, but I hadn’t expected you’d be calling Zhao Xiuyun’s mother. I promised Zhao Xiuyun I would handle this, and if I went behind his back and told her I’m not his girlfriend, wouldn’t that be slapping Zhao Xiuyun’s face? We’re all classmates, doing that would be really inappropriate."

Fu Chenlie watched her coolly: "Is this your excuse for deceiving me?"

"I... I admit I said I would explain it myself at first, but I didn’t know it was Zhao Xiuyun’s Mom on the phone," Wen Ran explained nervously.

However, her explanation did nothing to placate him.

The man burst into an angry laugh, stressing each syllable of her name: "Wen Ran!"

Seeing his fury about to erupt, Wen Ran’s body shook and she spoke humbly: "Boss... oh, no, Husband! Husband... don’t be angry, I promise I will clarify everything, just let me handle this myself, okay?"

Fu Chenlie’s anger subsided inexplicably as he listened to her soft and sticky tone of negotiation.

He glanced again at her holding his hand.

Only when he looked did he feel the strength in her grip, which was quite firm, it was obvious she was quite anxious.

Fu Chenlie raised the tone of his voice to ask her: "Are you very afraid of me?"

The other person looked perplexed: "Huh?"

"You look like you’re about to cry while explaining, what, afraid I’ll get angry?"

"Um... I probably also felt that I shouldn’t have hung up the call directly, and I was also a bit afraid of your temper."

Fu Chenlie watched her with an inscrutable gaze, slightly curling his lips: "I could allow you to resolve this issue yourself."

"Really?"

"But there’s a condition."

Immediately Wen Ran cowered, tentatively asking: "What... what condition?"

Fu Chenlie then pulled on her hand, opening her palm, he placed her phone in it, and spoke unhurriedly: "Open the camera on your phone, take a photo of you and me together, and send it directly to Zhao Xiuyun, telling him I am your husband."