My Pregnant Contract Wife Ran Away from Me!
Chapter 286: Roll onto the Bed

Chapter 286: Chapter 286: Roll onto the Bed

He was filled with displeasure, his heart ablaze with rage, almost to the point of madness.

Yet when he saw her resembling a scapegoat, with that look of grievance, her hurt eyes, and timid demeanor, the fire in his chest couldn’t burn freely as it initially tended to but seemed smothered alive instead, suffocating him.

Fu Chenlie took another step closer to her.

Wen Ran saw his movement and instinctively stood upright. One hand was behind her back holding the railing, and the veins on the back of her forcefully clenched hand were faintly visible.

He looked down at her from above, "I’m asking you, why is the paint on the front of the car chipped?"

"I accidentally rear-ended someone while driving back from dropping you off at the airport."

"Whose tail did you chase?"

Wen Ran pursed her lips, not speaking.

Mentioning "Qin Zeyu" at this moment was undoubtedly dancing on the rage meter of Fu Chenlie, how was that any different from seeking her own death?

Yet her silence made his voice even more displeased, "Are you deaf?"

"Qin Zeyu."

"Was it entirely your fault?"

Wen Ran hummed briefly, "It should be."

"Since it was entirely your fault, why didn’t you report it to the insurance to have his car fixed? Why did you still drive the damaged car to meet with your classmates?"

"Qin Zeyu said he was driving too fast and overtaking which caused me to rear-end him. He said I didn’t need to pay for his repairs, even if I gave him money he wouldn’t accept it. He just wanted me to treat him to a meal."

Fu Chenlie repressed his fury with a low laugh, raising his tone and repeating, "Qin Zeyu said?"

Wen Ran hummed again.

Before the tail end of her hum had completely fallen, her chin was fiercely grasped, and her face was involuntarily tilted up to meet the man’s eyes burning with intense anger.

Her heart squeezed violently.

She knew he was angry, but she hadn’t expected him to be this furious.

Wen Ran’s legs went weak with fear, and she stuttered out in self-defense, "I... I didn’t do anything with him, don’t be like this."

He sneered lightly, his aggressive gaze piercing her, "Saying ’Qin Zeyu said’ three times counts as not doing anything with him? Having meals with him while I’m not around counts as not doing anything with him? Going to karaoke with him behind my back also counts as not doing anything with him?"

A series of three questions and Fu Chenlie laughed out of extreme anger, "Perhaps, Mrs. Fu, you will tell me, does it only count as ’something’ if you roll into bed with him, huh?"

Wen Ran, under the tight grip of his large hand, shook her head with difficulty, her eyes brimming with red ensuring, "I wouldn’t."

"The things I don’t find out about, of course, you can say you wouldn’t, right?"

"No, I really wouldn’t, I do have boundaries. Treating him to a meal was just to thank him for not asking for the repair money, not to trouble me because I hit his car, nothing else..."

Fu Chenlie’s interrogative tone suddenly surged, "Am I short of money? Or does reporting to insurance cost more?"

Wen Ran was startled and shook her head instinctively, repeatedly denying, "No, neither..."

"Since it’s neither, then what is it?"

"It’s... it’s..."

She uttered two "it’s," but couldn’t manage a clear sentence.

Her mind was too chaotic and she was too frightened of him, unable to find the appropriate words to respond.

Fu Chenlie snorted lightly, continuing, "Can’t say it? Let me ask you, is it because Qin Zeyu is still in your heart and you can’t forget your old feelings for him, is it because you want to reminisce about the past with him while I’m away, telling him you still like him, huh?"

"No!"

Wen Ran’s rebuttal was stronger this time, a tear born from her humid eyes fell, landing on the back of his hand.