My Pregnant Contract Wife Ran Away from Me!
Chapter 226 You’re Strong, I’m Weak

Chapter 226: Chapter 226 You’re Strong, I’m Weak

"Yes... Just a few days before we got our marriage license, there was an incident where we accidentally fell in the hallway," he said, his voice as low as a murmur by the end. But this did not prevent Fu Chenlie from hearing and vividly recalling that day’s incident. He had seen a vase wobbling, and, fearing it might injure his new wife—forcibly given to him by Grandma—he had reached out to pull her to safety.

It was an accident that they kissed.

That his body had reacted was an even greater accident.

Fu Chenlie, watching the woman who had shyly turned her face to deliberately avoid his gaze, felt his eyes darken unconsciously.

Now, reflecting objectively on the initial phase of his marriage, he should admit that he probably didn’t dislike her.

His many complaints and sarcastic comments back then stemmed from his annoyance at being forced by Grandma to marry a stranger.

At that time, whether he married Wen Ran or Leng Ran or Re Ran, he wouldn’t have been happy.

Although their beginning was far from pleasant, through the time spent together, he had discovered many virtues in Wen Ran.

For example, although her family was just average, she showed no admiration or desire for high-end restaurants, understanding the value for money according to her actual income.

Another example: she might have been ordinary, but she had her career aspirations and pursuits.

Furthermore, she had a very pleasant personality—obedient with a touch of youthful playfulness, immensely perceptive and tactful, and at least in her interactions with him, she knew the principle of "when you’re strong, I’ll be weak."

"Husband?"

Her voice carried a hint of tentativeness, snapping Fu Chenlie back to reality.

He stared at her face, "What is it?"

Wen Ran asked, "I’ve answered your question; can I go now?"

In a vague trance, he seemed to forget what he had just promised, and blurted out instinctively, "Go where?"

"To sleep."

"... Yeah."

He let out a syllable, his hand caressing her chin, unconsciously lingering on her face, he said tenderly, "Go ahead."

Wen Ran did not understand the sudden solemnity in Fu Chenlie’s eyes, but seizing the reprieve, she boldly removed his hand, quickly turned around, and scurried towards the staircase.

She almost stumbled due to her hasty steps.

Fu Chenlie’s gaze darkened slightly, "Slow down; no one’s chasing you."

Wen Ran, "..."

She glanced back at him, pursed her lips, and maintained a normal pace as she went upstairs, back to her room.

After watching her return to her room, disappearing completely from sight, Fu Chenlie sat down on the couch, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and was about to light it with a lighter when his gaze couldn’t help but wander over the object in his hand.

A gift, huh?

Indeed, a "gift" that would make him think of someone every time he saw it.

The man shook his head, the corners of his lips curling imperceptibly.

It seemed that his Mrs. Fu knew at least a little bit about the art of gift-giving.

...

The next day.

Fu Group, underground parking lot elevator entrance.

Wen Ran watched as Fu Chenlie entered the private elevator. When the staff elevator arrived at the first basement level, ready to take it, she heard him speak, "Come here; from now on, you’ll go upstairs with me."

She asked in confusion, "Why?"

"It’s the privilege of Mrs. Fu."

"Okay then, but I can’t go up with you today because I have a package waiting at the front desk on the first floor. I need to pick it up."

He inquired, "What did you buy?"

Wen Ran teased, "... woman’s things that you wouldn’t understand even if I told you."

Saying he wouldn’t understand instantly piqued his curiosity, "Lingerie?"