My Pregnant Contract Wife Ran Away from Me!
Chapter 332: He Wouldn’t Do That

Chapter 332: Chapter 332: He Wouldn’t Do That

Wen Ran stared at her best friend, somewhat dazed.

This... she had never considered it.

Jiang Yan mused aloud, "If Mr. Fu really announces your marriage publicly, it would be a declaration of sovereignty, practically confirming that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you. By then, the entire upper-class society of Jiang City would know you’re Mrs. Fu. Just thinking about it is pretty exciting."

Wen Ran glanced at her, "Don’t worry, he wouldn’t do something like that."

"How are you so sure?"

"Jiang Wan Ning is still his first love, isn’t she? I’m just a temporary wife. I don’t exactly have the ability to make him go that far for me."

Jiang Yan snorted softly, "I wouldn’t bet on that."

As her words fell, a man in a black suit walked toward the two of them.

Jiang Yan noticed the man’s gaze was fixed on Wen Ran and nudged her friend, "Ranran, it looks like someone’s coming to flirt with you."

Wen Ran followed Jiang Yan’s line of sight and spotted Tan Qiming.

Her heart instantly grew uncertain.

She had merely exchanged a few words with Qin Zeyu earlier, and Fu Chenlie already wasn’t pleased. Now, if Tan Qiming came over to chat with her, wouldn’t Fu Chenlie be furious?

Just as she fretted nervously, the voice of the emcee at the banquet resounded—

"Thank you all for taking time out of your busy schedules to attend the celebration banquet for the collaboration between the Fu Group and Huasheng Technology. Next, let us warmly welcome the CEO of Fu Group, Mr. Fu, and the CEO of Huasheng Technology, President Tan, to the stage for their speeches."

Upon hearing this, Tan Qiming halted his steps, reluctantly averting his gaze from Wen Ran.

The room quickly filled with exuberant applause.

Fu Chenlie and Tan Qiming walked toward the stage from opposite directions.

Wen Ran instinctively locked her gaze on him.

Jiang Yan chuckled beside her, saying, "Ranran, so that was President Tan? He’s quite handsome, but comparing them side by side on stage now, it seems Mr. Fu’s face really holds up better. He’s got more presence, more charisma. President Tan is handsome, sure, but he seems a bit less steady, not quite as commanding."

Wen Ran glanced at her, "Why are you comparing the two of them?"

"The way President Tan looked at you earlier, his eyes practically spelled out ’I like you.’"

"Are you clairvoyant?"

Jiang Yan paused for a moment, "Did I guess right?"

Wen Ran pressed her lips together, "I have no idea what part of me attracts President Tan. Anyway, he did say something vaguely about liking me once, but I didn’t take it seriously."

"Tsk, our Ranran is really blessed with peach blossom luck, and the quality’s top-notch too."

"Where’s all this luck you’re talking about? Stop saying nonsense!"

Jiang Yan began counting seriously, "Didn’t Zhao Xiuyun confess to you before? Now there’s Qin Zeyu, and President Tan. Hmm... even Mr. Fu seems secretly smitten with you. That’s quite the lineup—you could easily gather a group for mahjong."

Hearing this, Wen Ran suddenly recalled the time she went to Grandma’s house. When Fu Chenlie saw the local PhD holder and then learned about Brother Mo Bei, he said something similar.

Without changing her expression, she exhaled quietly, keeping her focus on the stage.

Fu Chenlie and Tan Qiming were exchanging polite business-related comments, drawing waves of applause from the audience below.

After wrapping up business talk, Tan Qiming took hold of the microphone, swept his gaze across the crowd, and finally fixed his eyes on Wen Ran. He lowered his voice and said, "Next, I would like to invite Ms. Wen to the stage. There are a few words I wish to say to her."

Upon hearing this, Wen Ran was thoroughly stunned.

Jiang Yan was equally shocked, staring at her with disbelief and whispering, "Ranran, this President Tan... is unbelievably bold, isn’t he? Didn’t he even attempt to figure out your relationship with Mr. Fu beforehand?"