My Pregnant Contract Wife Ran Away from Me!
Chapter 301 Teasing

Chapter 301: Chapter 301 Teasing

Wen Ran heard Fu Chenlie’s words, and a surge of anger instantly rose in her heart.

She glared at him fiercely: "You’re absolutely unreasonable!"

Hearing this, Fu Chenlie’s lips barely curved into a faint smirk, his dismissive tone carried a hint of sarcasm: "Blame me for being too kind to you lately, giving you the nerve to act so presumptuous in front of me."

Wen Ran gritted her teeth tightly, saying nothing.

Kindness?

Ever since Jiang Wan Ning returned, he did indeed show her some bare minimum of kindness.

Transferring her money, gifting her an expensive ring.

But his so-called kindness was no different from teasing a cat when he was in a good mood. Once his mood turned sour, the cat could be kicked away on a whim.

She was nothing more than a pet he used to entertain himself when bored, and only with pets could one disregard the other party’s will entirely.

Wen Ran silently clenched her teeth, suppressing the bitterness surging within.

Neither of them spoke further.

Ding—

The elevator arrived.

As the doors opened, the man strode out with long legs, his back exuding an air of aloof cruelty.

Wen Ran pressed her red lips tightly together and followed him without a word.

She entered the office, then stepped into her driver’s lounge.

Seated in the chair, she glanced at the ring on her left-hand ring finger, and without hesitation, removed it and tossed it aside onto the desk.

A thing like this—it never suited the relationship between her and Fu Chenlie.

What did it matter if both wore matching rings?

It was all just pretentious posturing.

Outside the driver’s lounge.

Ever since Fu Chenlie sat down in the office chair, his peripheral vision intermittently flicked toward the direction of the driver’s lounge.

He saw Wen Ran take off the ring from her finger, then roughly toss it aside. His expression instantly turned grim.

Irritated, he pulled out a cigarette. Just as he prepared to light it, he caught sight of the lighter in his hand—it was the one she had gifted him—his gaze deepened somewhat.

He thought back to when she had given him the gift, that eager-to-please, obedient look on her face.

And compared it to the present, where over some trivial matter, she dared show him an attitude, even going so far as to remove and discard the ring he’d given her!

Ha, how laughable.

At ten o’clock, the office door was knocked on by Cheng Cheng: "Mr. Fu, President Tan has arrived."

He nodded and left the desk.

As the man walked toward the sofa, he extended a hand, gesturing: "President Tan, please sit."

Tan Qiming took a seat.

Fu Chenlie looked at him, his face bearing a faint smile: "President Tan is very punctual."

"It’s Huasheng Technology’s honor to collaborate with Mr. Fu. As the person in charge, I naturally have to be proactive."

"President Tan jests."

Cheng Cheng placed the pre-prepared contracts in front of the two of them, one copy per person: "Here are the contracts. If President Tan finds everything in order after reviewing, then you can sign them."

Tan Qiming nodded, picked up the contract on the coffee table, flipped through a few pages, and suddenly seemed to remember something. He raised his eyes toward the direction of the driver’s lounge, then glanced back at Fu Chenlie: "Mr. Fu, the coffee Ms. Wen prepared last time left quite an impression. I wonder if I might have the honor of tasting it again today?"

Just as Fu Chenlie lifted the pen, ready to sign the contract, his hand paused at these words.

To the side, Cheng Cheng noticed Mr. Fu’s reaction and unconsciously broke into a sweat.

Could it be that President Tan had taken a liking to their Madam?

Fu Chenlie cast a cold glance at Tan Qiming, his lips curving slightly: "She’s a driver, not a barista. If President Tan requires, I can have the best coffee-brewing secretary from the executive office prepare a cup for you. How does that sound?"