My Pregnant Contract Wife Ran Away from Me!
Chapter 307: Everyone’s Plaything

Chapter 307: Chapter 307: Everyone’s Plaything

Liu Jing smiled knowingly and let out a light "mm," which could be taken as an agreement.

Wen Ran’s temples throbbed uncontrollably, and she couldn’t suppress her emotions.

She rolled her eyes, pulled her hand out of Fu Chenlie’s palm, and strode toward the parked car.

Then—

She heard a voice behind her, low but unmistakable—

"Ms. Liu, forgive me for being blunt, but whether it’s your figure, looks, personality, or character, you can’t compare to my wife in any respect."

Liu Jing was absolutely shocked that Fu Chenlie would say such a thing!

She always thought men enjoyed seeking excitement outside, and she considered herself not bad in terms of figure or appearance.

However—

Fu Chenlie kept delivering blows: "Let me ask, why would I forsake my gorgeous, long-legged legal wife and demean myself by touching someone like you, whose morals are skewed and is available to anyone..."

The word after "available to anyone" remained unsaid, as though he decided to leave Liu Jing with a shred of dignity. But his gaze made it crystal clear that his words were as cutting as they could possibly be.

After throwing out his disdainful remark, the man strode off with his long legs to catch up with Wen Ran.

By then, Wen Ran had already walked to the driver’s side of the car. She had heard Fu Chenlie’s words loud and clear. Apart from feeling satisfied, she also thought his tongue was venomous as ever.

She had experienced it before, but he had changed significantly recently, to the point where she almost forgot what his sharp tongue was like.

Until today, that memory came rushing back!

She curled her lips indifferently, got into the car, and shut the door.

Fu Chenlie had already arrived at the passenger seat.

He was about to open the car door.

But Liu Jing came chasing after them again: "Mr. Fu, if your wife is truly so remarkable, why did you agree to have dinner with me tonight?"

The man countered with a question: "Why, are you unwilling to give up?"

Liu Jing thickened her skin and said, "I won’t give up because I really like you. I don’t want to miss the chance to be with you."

Fu Chenlie turned around to look at her, his gaze casually falling on the street scene nearby. His expression indifferent as he threw out a statement: "Saturday night at seven, there’s a celebration gala at Jiang City International Hotel. I’ll be there with my wife. You can swing by and see for yourself. Once you meet her, you’ll understand."

Liu Jing answered, "I will definitely be there."

He curved his lips faintly, opened the car door, and got in.

Wen Ran started the engine and drove away.

Truthfully, she was somewhat curious about what Fu Chenlie and Liu Jing had just discussed by the car, but given the cold war between them, it didn’t seem appropriate to ask directly. So, she could only speculate in her mind.

No matter what was said, Liu Jing’s boastful claim that she could spend the night with Fu Chenlie within three days seemed destined to remain nonsense.

As she pondered this, a sudden ringtone filled the air.

Wen Ran, busy driving, didn’t check her bag for the ringing phone.

But Fu Chenlie, acting rather naturally, picked up her bag from the back seat, retrieved the phone, and glanced at the caller ID: "Liu Jing’s calling. Should I answer it?"

She said faintly, "No need."

"Declined." He said.

Wen Ran frowned slightly.

There was no need to decline the call; otherwise, Liu Jing might think she was guilty of something and didn’t dare to answer her phone.

But she didn’t voice this thought.

Liu Jing didn’t call again, and the car returned to silence.

Wen Ran continued driving.

After several seconds of silence, Fu Chenlie asked cryptically, "Is Madam still angry with me?"

She shot him a glance from the corner of her eye. Though not as warm as before, her tone had noticeably softened: "What have you done to make me not angry anymore?"