My Pregnant Contract Wife Ran Away from Me!
Chapter 229: Displeasure

Chapter 229: Chapter 229: Displeasure

Tan Qiming turned his head to look at the man, and slightly raised an eyebrow.

What did he just say?

Flocking over like ducks?

Why not use the phrase "flies chasing stench" instead, wouldn’t that be more direct?

Tan Qiming chuckled, "With Mr. Fu, the top male god stationed in Jiang City, how could there be a place for someone like Mr. Tan, please don’t make fun of me, Mr. Fu."

Fu Chenlie curled his lip and lightly snorted.

Wen Ran had already walked over and placed a cup of coffee in front of each man.

Having done that, she looked towards Fu Chenlie and said, "Boss, the coffee’s ready, I’m heading back to the break room."

The latter didn’t give his consent but instead asked, "I’ve heard you just had a brief encounter with President Tan downstairs?"

Wen Ran was stunned for two seconds before she realized and explained, "Oh, that... I accidentally bumped into Mr. Tan while I was walking with the parcel, and he gave me a hand, so I didn’t fall."

Gave you a hand?

Physical contact already upon first meeting?

Fu Chenlie grew even more displeased.

He even remembered when they got their marriage certificate on the first day, how she had thrown herself into his arms at Huan Island Villa, also using the ’about to fall’ excuse.

The same trick on two different men?

He really wanted to ask her if it was always so effective?

While Fu Chenlie was inwardly seething with displeasure, he maintained an extreme calmness on the surface, lifting the coffee cup elegantly and nobly to his lips.

In this pause, Tan Qiming turned to Wen Ran, striking up a conversation, "Isn’t Ms. Wen a driver? Why are you also making coffee? Could it be because your coffee-making skills are so good that Mr. Fu only drinks coffee made by you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, without waiting for Wen Ran’s reply, he continued, "Since that’s the case, I must really taste Ms. Wen’s craftsmanship."

Wen Ran smiled, "Mr. Tan, you’ve misunderstood, it’s actually..."

"Thud!" Fu Chenlie suddenly placed the coffee cup on the coffee table, deliberately making a loud noise, cutting off Wen Ran.

She instinctively glanced his way, then heard him say, "It’s awful, make it again."

Tan Qiming slightly raised an eyebrow, "It’s awful?"

After saying that, he took a sip of his coffee, "I think it tastes quite fine."

Fu Chenlie twitched the corner of his mouth, giving him a "boar can’t appreciate fine bran" look, and chuckled lightly, "It’s fine? It seems President Tan’s taste really isn’t up to much."

Wen Ran, "..."

She really didn’t understand why Fu Chenlie was acting so antagonistic towards Mr. Tan.

Wasn’t Mr. Tan here to discuss a partnership with him?

To offend someone before even starting the negotiations?

What was this man thinking?

As Wen Ran was inwardly complaining, Fu Chenlie looked at her sternly and said, "What are you still standing there for, I told you to make it again, didn’t you hear?"

"...I heard."

After responding, she bent down to pick up the coffee cup in front of him, then turned to Tan Qiming, "Mr. Tan, would you like your coffee made again?"

"He already said it tasted fine, so there’s no need for the driver Miss to ask again."

"Oh."

Wen Ran turned and left the office.

She went to find Ningning, the secretary who had just taught her how to make coffee.

At the coffee machine, Ningning looked puzzled and asked, "Is the taste not right? But it’s always been made like this before?"

"Could it be that I put too much coffee powder or something just now?"

"Maybe, this time I’ll make it, and once it’s ready, you can just take it directly into Mr. Fu’s office."

Wen Ran nodded and watched Ningning seriously add the coffee, operate the machine, and suddenly she became curious about what kind of person Fu Chenlie was in the eyes of the employees in the president’s office?

Thus, she smilingly asked, "Ningning, in your eyes, what kind of person is your Mr. Fu?"