My Pregnant Contract Wife Ran Away from Me!
Chapter 361: Give me some benefits, hmm?

Chapter 361: Chapter 361: Give me some benefits, hmm?

Wen Ran certainly knew that Xu Tong wasn’t saying this out of good intentions.

She responded in an indifferent tone, "What needed to be said, my husband has already told me."

The probing intent was obvious: "What if I have something that shouldn’t be said?"

Wen Ran couldn’t help but ask, "What are you referring to?"

"Tomorrow at five-thirty, come find me. I’ll tell you then, how about that?"

"Find you so you can set me up?"

The other party drawled lazily, "What kind of trap could I set for you? I’m merely speaking as Wan Ning’s friend—I don’t quite like seeing you and Mr. Fu together, that’s all. At most, I’ll just share some details about how those two interacted when they were together, to irritate you a bit. But as the current Mrs. Fu, don’t you want to know exactly what happened between Mr. Fu and Wan Ning? After all, Mr. Fu has been relentless in searching for Wan Ning to this day."

Wen Ran’s face paled slightly.

She knew Fu Chenlie held feelings for Jiang Wan Ning, and she understood that her position couldn’t compare.

But she needed to know—where was the disparity?

After snapping back to reality, Wen Ran spoke in a somber tone, "Where would you like to meet?"

"There’s a clean bar owned by the Fu Family where I work—is that okay?"

"A bar?"

Xu Tong chuckled and patiently explained, "More or less. But that bar is very clean; there’s no shady business going on. You can rest assured."

After a moment of consideration, Wen Ran agreed, "Alright, then see you tomorrow. But you should know, I’m my husband’s driver now, so he’ll find out wherever I go and whatever I do. Ms. Xu, you’d better behave yourself; otherwise, if my husband becomes unhappy, he might decide to punish you for it."

"Don’t worry, I won’t do anything to you."

"That better be the case."

Hanging up the phone, Wen Ran gathered her belongings and headed to the master bedroom.

When she entered, Fu Chenlie was drying his hair with a towel.

Seeing her walk in, he curled his lips: "You took so long just to grab a few things?"

"A friend called. I was on the phone."

"Was it a man or a woman?"

Wen Ran pressed her lips together: "A woman. I don’t have any male friends left; you’ve scared them all off."

The man chuckled and walked over to her, his tone laced with ambiguity: "Why do I get the feeling Mrs. Fu is a bit unhappy about not having male friends?"

"Not at all—I’m just showing my loyalty to you."

"Hmm. Go take a shower."

Saying this, he took the items in her hand, leaving only a set of pajamas.

She nodded and stepped into the bathroom.

After she entered the washroom, Fu Chenlie casually inspected the skincare products in his hand. There were at least four different bottles and jars—he hadn’t realized before that Mrs. Fu was so dedicated to maintaining her skin.

Though he wasn’t surprised; her skin was flawless, the kind that felt addictive to touch.

At the thought of this, his Adam’s apple involuntarily bobbed.

...

Twenty minutes later, Wen Ran emerged from the bathroom after her shower.

By then, Fu Chenlie was already leaning against the headboard. Hearing the bathroom door creak open, he immediately looked her way. Her hair was half-dry, her cheeks were flushed from the heat of the bath, and his dark eyes deepened.

She applied her skincare simply before walking to the bedside.

When she stopped at her spot, Wen Ran hesitated and glanced at the man: "Us sleeping together like this, not doing anything—don’t you feel it’s a bit strange?"

"Otherwise, should we do something?"

"That would be a bit too fast."

He chuckled softly, stretched out his long arm, and pulled her onto the bed. As he held her, he placed a gentle kiss on her hair, his voice low and raspy: "We can’t just stay at zero distance like this. Let me at least hold you, kiss you, touch you—give me a little something, alright?"