My Pregnant Contract Wife Ran Away from Me!
Chapter 35 Who Would Like Him?

Chapter 35: Chapter 35 Who Would Like Him?

Jiang Yan: "I had my final interview at Lu Group this afternoon, and President Lu interviewed me with a woman in his arms. You have no idea how awkward it was. That woman was even flirting with President Lu during the interview, it was utterly ridiculous."

Wen Ran was astonished and couldn’t help blurting out, "Is that twisted?"

Fu Chenlie frowned upon hearing her words, "What nonsense are you looking at?"

Though it was a question, he wasn’t truly asking her but rather reprimanding her as if a parent would scold a child.

Wen Ran came back to her senses and realized she had inadvertently spoken her mind out loud, replying to him dismissively, "It’s nothing, just expressing my shock while chatting with a friend."

She then typed a message: "Your President Lu must be the really sick one, right? My boss, although unpleasant, at least keeps to himself. Today, someone wanted to have dinner with him, and he refused without even granting them a glance."

Jiang Yan: "It seemed like President Lu was forced to interview me at the company, hugging his girlfriend as a form of protest. I don’t know the details, it was just really weird. But your husband is not bad, eh? There aren’t many rich young masters who keep to themselves. You being so close to the water could get the moon first! Go for it!"

Jiang Yan: "[Drooling.gif]"

Wen Ran: "[Rolling eyes.jpg]"

Wen Ran: "I wouldn’t want this month’s ’gift’ even if it was free, full of himself, who would like him?"

She had just sent the message—

The car suddenly took a sharp turn, catching Wen Ran off guard, and she nearly bumped her head against the car window.

She glanced at Fu Chenlie.

Coincidentally, he was also looking at her—with that sarcastic gaze.

Before Wen Ran could even ask "What’s wrong?" she was bombarded with Fu Chenlie’s fierce criticism, "Who exactly is the driver? Are you going to stare at your phone endlessly? Why not pay attention to the road conditions, see how others drive?"

After that, the man shot her a cutting glance before returning his focus to the road ahead.

Wen Ran didn’t respond, silently taking it.

Ding—

Her phone rang.

This time, she didn’t look at it, instead staring at how Fu Chen was driving.

He kept his eyes on the road ahead, checking the mirrors when changing lanes, signaling before turns, his fingers with clearly defined joints gliding smoothly over the steering wheel, lips pressed tight, a persistent frown between his eyebrows as if displeased.

Heh, always displeased.

As if someone had cuckolded him.

"You hear me talking to you?" After turning a corner, he shot her another glare.

Wen Ran quickly replied, "I see, isn’t that what I’m doing? Observing the road and your driving? Is there something wrong with that?"

Fu Chenlie glanced at her, "What attitude?"

What attitude?

Wen Ran really wanted to throw the question back at him, but she didn’t dare.

This man, always criticizing others, did he ever reflect on himself?

Sigh, communication was impossible.

Fifteen minutes later, they arrived at Huan Island Villa.

Wen Ran got out of the car and dared to check the message she had received—it was from Cheng Cheng, a menu.

Today was Monday, and she checked dinner.

French roasted lamb chops with garlic and red wine sauce, sea urchin frozen tofu with sake and salmon roe, French white wine scallops, old wine clay pot chicken.

Wen Ran was dumbfounded.

Hearing such fancy menu items, she had no idea what they even were, let alone how to cook them.

She wasn’t a five-star hotel chef!

Wen Ran’s complexion grew worse as she scrolled down to tomorrow’s menu—

Tomato and red wine braised beef brisket, Burgundy red wine beef stew, wine braised chicken cartilage, slow-cooked pot dishes.

She was doomed!