My Pregnant Contract Wife Ran Away from Me!
Chapter 312: Your Kissing Technique is Pretty Good

Chapter 312: Chapter 312: Your Kissing Technique is Pretty Good

Fu Chenlie raised an eyebrow, the unexpected look in his eyes at her words no less shocking than if she had told him she planned to pin him down in bed. "Buzzkill?"

She braved a response: "Yes, very much a buzzkill."

The man nodded seriously, then leisurely countered, "So, how do you intend to spice things up? Sharing a room with me, a bed with me, having relations with me, performing our duties as husband and wife?"

Wen Ran immediately denied it, "No! Absolutely not!"

After speaking, she felt her reaction had been overly intense and quickly added, "I just think... you’re pretty good at kissing. I only wanted a kiss, nothing else. Stop overthinking it. I’m very traditional—I’m not a casual person."

She finished, then pushed him lightly to get some distance before reminding him, "Boss, hurry up and get in the car. You need to head to the company."

Fu Chenlie stepped back toward her again, trapping her between his body and the car. He leaned down to gaze at her, his eyes carrying a hint of sharpness. "I’ve told you, don’t call me ’Boss’ at home!"

She pursed her lips slightly, her eyes darting away. "Husband."

"Mm."

"Still heading to work?"

Quickly, Fu Chenlie replied, "Of course, but there’s one thing before I leave every day—a kiss."

Wen Ran looked up at his handsome face, deep eyes, then quickly stood on her tiptoes to peck his cheek. She swiftly pushed him away afterward, unlocked the driver’s seat, and got in the car.

Her sequence of movements was lightning fast. Fu Chenlie, who was still standing outside, chuckled softly as he watched.

He raised a hand to where she had kissed him, smirked, and walked around the car to get into the passenger seat.

Wen Ran didn’t dare to look at him directly; she only sneaked glances from the corner of her eye. When she saw him buckle his seatbelt, she started the car and drove off.

However—

Just two minutes out, he suddenly spoke with a lifted tone, "One second you call my kissing skills good, and the next, when I give you a chance to kiss me, you do it half-heartedly. Mrs. Fu, do you always talk and act so unreliably?"

"...No, I just didn’t want to delay your work."

"So considerate of me?"

Wen Ran hummed, "Of course."

Fu Chenlie let out a dismissive snort.

She pressed her lips together, ignoring his faint mockery.

It had all been nonsense anyway, riddled with inconsistencies. If he wanted to nitpick, there were plenty of holes to find—staying silent was the wiser tactic.

After a period of quiet, the atmosphere inside the car gradually eased.

At a red light, Wen Ran glanced sideways at him. "By the way, when did you buy the necklace you gave me?"

"Why?"

"I’m curious. How did you suddenly pull out a gift for me, and such a beautiful one too?"

Fu Chenlie replied indifferently, "Saw it at the airport—looked like it suited you."

She let out an "oh," her gaze carrying a trace of scrutiny. "Did you buy anything else at the airport? So next time you make me mad, you can whip out another to appease me?"

"Keep dreaming."

"..."

She pursed her lips, "Fine, keep dreaming. My boss’s gifts aren’t just randomly given."

"That’s not necessarily true. There’s another gift coming your way in a few days."

"What is it?"

Fu Chenlie raised his eyebrow, "What, are you excited?"

She responded haughtily, "Not excited, just curious. After all, you’ve got great taste—the ring design was stunning, and the necklace is beautiful too."

He snorted lightly, "They’re valuable—of course you like them."

Her smile faded as she muttered, "When you gave me two million, I didn’t like it that much."