My Pregnant Contract Wife Ran Away from Me!
Chapter 31 Because I’m Your Boss

Chapter 31: Chapter 31 Because I’m Your Boss

Wen Ran felt a surge of fear.

She instinctively stepped back and lowered her gaze.

The flicker of hope that had been so lively moments ago was completely extinguished by the man’s words.

Wen Ran silently ground her teeth, keeping her head down and not looking at him, "You have the power and the authority, do whatever you want. What can I, a mere commoner, do against you? Suit yourself..."

Her voice faded to a whisper by the end of her sentence.

"Heh," Fu Chenlie’s cold chuckle seemed to spill from between his lips.

Wen Ran pressed her lips together, "Is there anything else? If not, I’ll take my leave now."

"Where do you think you’re going?"

"Anywhere, as long as I’m not in your way here."

He glanced at the position to her left rear, "Didn’t Grandma ask me to prepare a driver’s rest room for you there? Stay there and rest well."

Wen Ran swept her gaze in the direction he was looking.

In the corner, there was neither a chair nor a table, just a pot of well-nurtured kaffir lily on a plant stand.

Did Fu Chenlie mean for her to stand facing the wall as punishment?!

How long was she supposed to stand there?!

She turned back to look at him, and although she was already grinding her teeth, she still spoke in a negotiating tone, "Can I go out and rest? I’ll come back in to rest once the rest room is ready."

Fu Chenlie gave her a sidelong glance, "You do not have the right to bargain!"

Wen Ran tried to communicate with him again, "This is your office. If I stay here and the Fu Group executives come in to report their work to you, aren’t you worried I might overhear your company secrets?"

"With your intelligence, you wouldn’t understand."

Wen Ran, "..."

Looking down on who?!

She became somewhat unhappy, her expression souring, "I’m going out to rest."

Having said that, Wen Ran turned around.

Her demeanor suggested she was bristling with indignation.

But unexpectedly—

She had barely taken a step when her arm was grabbed.

Fu Chenlie pulled her toward him with such force that she stumbled forward uncontrollably and her nose crashed into the buttons of the man’s suit jacket, the pain nearly unbearable.

Wen Ran clutched her nose, her watery eyes fixed on him, as if tears were about to fall.

The man ignored her, dragging her to the office corner before releasing her, looking down at her with the posture of a victor as he commanded, "Stay here until the end of the workday, you’re not allowed to go anywhere."

"On what grounds?"

"Simply because I’m your boss."

Wen Ran bit her lip in anger.

Fu Chenlie saw that her left hand was still covering her nose and slightly furrowed his brows. He took her wrist, moving her hand away to make sure she wasn’t bleeding, then disdainfully let go with a snort and turned to walk back to his desk.

Wen Ran rolled her eyes at his retreating back.

She was furious, standing in that damned spot much like a shamed schoolchild, utterly humiliating.

But actually, more than simple embarrassment could occur that afternoon.

After standing for about twenty minutes, there was a knock on the office door.

Following the man’s aristocratically indifferent allowance to "Enter," someone pushed the door open.

With her back to the entire office space, Wen Ran couldn’t see who had arrived.

However, very quickly, the newcomer spoke, "Mr. Fu, who’s that?"

It was a woman’s voice.

Fu Chenlie replied nonchalantly to her, "The driver."

"The driver?"

The woman laughed lightly, "Why would a driver be in your office?"

Although Wen Ran couldn’t see the other person’s face and expression, she could clearly discern from that voice the teasing and probing, and even a hint of a woman’s innate sensitivity and speculation about the opposite sex.