My Pregnant Contract Wife Ran Away from Me!
Chapter 213: The Stirrings of Spring

Chapter 213: Chapter 213: The Stirrings of Spring

Alas, Fu Chenlie did not have a special ability, and he couldn’t hear her inner screams.

He glanced at the book on the table and flipped a few pages with his slender fingers, scoffing lightly, "After all this time reading, how much have you remembered?"

"Not much."

"How can you be so foolish?"

Wen Ran rolled her eyes and said indifferently, "As long as I can pass the exam, it’s fine."

When Fu Chenlie heard her say this, his eyes lit up with more interest, "Oh? You’ve barely remembered the content, yet you’re confident about passing the exam?"

She pursed her lips, "There’s still a lot of time before the exam."

"When is it?"

"Registration is in January next year, and the written test is in March. The specific dates haven’t been announced yet."

For some reason, during these few exchanges with Fu Chenlie, she felt as though a teacher was questioning a little school kid.

Hearing that the exam was still so far away, Fu Chenlie withdrew his hand from the corner of the page.

For a moment, a thought flashed through his mind—

Would there be a child between them before she took the teaching credential exam?

Although they had been getting along quite pleasantly these past two days, he still felt that the progress was too slow.

Seeing that Fu Chenlie had been silent for a long time, Wen Ran glanced at him, "Boss?"

Fu Chenlie hummed lightly, "Read your book, I need to work."

"Oh, okay."

He lifted his foot and left the driver’s lounge, and as soon as he sat down in his office chair, he called Cheng Cheng through the intercom.

After Cheng Cheng stood in front of the desk, he looked at the man and asked, "Mr. Fu, you called for me?"

"Book a restaurant for me, and order a bouquet of flowers, I’ll be there around six in the evening."

"Okay."

Having responded, Cheng Cheng felt something was off, and he cautiously asked again, "Mr. Fu, may I ask, what flowers should I order?"

"Flowers that a man would send to a woman, what do you think they should be?"

"For a confession?"

A confession?

Fu Chenlie narrowed his eyes, looking at Cheng Cheng with a scoff, "Do you think I need to make a confession when I fancy a woman?"

Cheng Cheng, "..."

He broke into a sweat, and finally, not understanding, he said, "I understand, Mr. Fu, I’ll take care of it right away."

"What do you understand?"

"I...I understand which flowers to order."

The man chuckled, "Really? What did I say that made you understand which flowers to order?"

Cheng Cheng, at a loss for words, regretted that he might have made a mistake by asking Mr. Fu an additional question just now, resulting in his current speechlessness.

"Speechless?"

"Mr. Fu... the flowers should be for Madam, as a husband giving flowers to his wife. The florist should know how to arrange them, I will handle it right away."

Fu Chenlie looked at him, scoffing lightly, "How do you know who the flowers are for?"

"Mr. Fu has always been upright, definitely not the type to casually send flowers to other women, so... I guessed they were for Madam."

"You haven’t followed me all these years for nothing, go handle it."

Cheng Cheng quickly responded, "Yes."

As his words fell, he turned swiftly and left the CEO’s office, the expression on his face was as if he had survived a calamity.

After he left, Fu Chenlie leaned back in his office, his gaze falling towards the direction of the driver’s lounge. His eyes narrowed slightly as he pondered—

Most women are vain, and Wen Ran married him for the money. Taking her to a high-end restaurant for dinner and giving her flowers, wouldn’t that woman be flattered? Perhaps even have her heart flutter for him?

Fu Chenlie felt it was surely so.

He smugly curled his lips, not able to contain his eager anticipation for tonight’s dinner.