My Pregnant Contract Wife Ran Away from Me!
Chapter 352: Nice Figure

Chapter 352: Chapter 352: Nice Figure

He responded with a simple "Okay."

Wen Ran glanced at him and smiled, "Before you dated Ms. Wan Ning, did you have any other girlfriends?"

Fu Chenlie looked at her with a touch of resignation in his voice, "Why do you always ask these pointless questions?"

"Because I care about it, I’m curious about it. I don’t have any grand ambitions; I just want my husband to have only me in his heart. I also want to know how many exes such an outstanding man has had. Why? You don’t want to talk about it?"

"Madam seems so invested in my past love life that I might misunderstand and think you’ve fallen for me hopelessly."

Wen Ran tilted her head, playing along with his teasing, "If you answer my question, then letting you be narcissistic for a moment is acceptable."

His hand landed on her waist and playfully gave it a squeeze, "I just realized Mrs. Fu is quite mischievous, hmm?"

"Stop it, it tickles." She pushed his hand away, then lightly kissed the back of it. "Honey, just answer my question, won’t you?"

"Lots of women have chased me; I’ve lost count. But, in the true sense of dating, it’s only ever been Wan Ning."

"Well, you’re pretty faithful, aren’t you?"

Fu Chenlie raised an eyebrow slightly, "Why? Do I look like a player?"

Wen Ran shook her head, "Not really. It’s just that you’re so good-looking, combined with wealth—it’s easy for women to be drawn to you. I just didn’t expect your resistance to temptation to be so strong."

"I was busy working, busy trying to become a qualified heir to the Fu Group. Where would I find the time to care about love and romance?"

"That’s true."

He made a soft "Hmm" sound and looked at her, his tone rising slightly, "Hungry? Getting up?"

"Alright, you get up first. I’ll get up later."

"Together."

Wen Ran hesitated, "No, not together. I’m not wearing anything. It’s a bit embarrassing."

"I already saw everything last night."

"The lights were off last night!"

She clarified and then murmured softly, "It’s bright daylight now. I’m too shy."

Fu Chenlie couldn’t help but laugh, "Fine, I’ll go first."

After finishing his sentence, he casually flipped the blanket and got out of bed.

Wen Ran looked at him and saw that he was only wearing a pair of briefs. Instantly, she blushed and pulled the blanket over her head.

A moment later, the man’s teasing voice reached her ears, "I’m done. Going to freshen up. Madam, you should get up too."

From under the covers, she replied, "Got it."

Wen Ran heard the bathroom door close before emerging from the blanket, grabbing her clothes to get dressed. But as soon as she put on her bra and was about to fasten it, a playful voice suddenly drifted over—

"Mrs. Fu, you have quite the figure."

She jumped in fright, quickly grabbing the blanket to cover herself. When she followed the voice, she saw the man leaning leisurely against the bathroom doorframe, his lips curled in a teasing smile, clearly trying to provoke her.

"Stop looking!"

"Okay, go ahead, Madam. I’ve already seen it all anyway, and I’ve enjoyed the view thoroughly. I won’t disturb you any longer."

Grinning shamelessly, he said this while waving a hand and closing the bathroom door.

Only then did Wen Ran breathe a sigh of relief.

Still, she dressed much faster than usual, afraid he’d come out again to sneak another peek.

By the time she got dressed and climbed out of bed, she couldn’t help but wonder whether Fu Chenlie might think she was overly self-conscious or pretentious.

But she was genuinely embarrassed—it wasn’t an act.

...

During breakfast, Wen Ran couldn’t help but steal glances now and then.

To her, Fu Chenlie appeared not just elegant today but exceptionally gentle as well.

Every unintentional gesture he made seemed to exude immense allure in her eyes.