My Pregnant Contract Wife Ran Away from Me!
Chapter 37 Beg Me

Chapter 37: Chapter 37 Beg Me

Wen Ran thought to herself, how lucky she was to have a good temper, otherwise, she really could have started arguing with him at a moment’s notice.

Of course, it wasn’t just because she had a good temper that she didn’t argue now.

It was also because she didn’t dare.

With him constantly looking like he could strangle her at any moment, how could she dare to "pluck a tiger’s whisker"?

Wen Ran calmed herself down, blinked her lively eyes, and obediently called out, "Husband."

At this call, Fu Chenlie’s heart and mind were filled with pleasure. Seeing her obedient appearance, a fleeting sense of strangeness passed through his heart and he curved his lips to ask in response, "What’s the matter?"

"May I please cook dinner?"

"Beg me, and I will eat it."

Wen Ran’s face changed slightly, and she asked uncertainly, "What did you say?"

He repeated his words patiently for the first time, "I said, beg me, and I will eat the meal you cook."

"Isn’t that excessive?"

"It’s because you failed to meet the agreed requirements due to your lack of skills. If you want me to make a concession, naturally you have to beg me. In what way am I being excessive?"

She clenched her teeth, her voice carrying a hint of grievance, "I do the work, you eat the food, and still, I have to beg you? Why?!"

Fu Chenlie stepped closer to her, looking down at the girl’s face filled with resentment, "Because with me, you have no choice but to obey."

With that, he turned and sat down on the living room couch.

The man casually pulled out a cigarette and lighter from his pocket, lit up, and for a moment, his handsome face, partially obscured by the curling smoke, seemed to flicker in and out of view, adding an air of mystery to him.

Wen Ran felt a lump of suppressed air in her chest.

She didn’t go to him to beg.

After standing there for a while, she went into the kitchen. After checking what ingredients were in the refrigerator, she began to cook.

At least for the moment, what she thought was—

Take it or leave it.

As for what she would think later on, that was a matter for later.

In the living room, Fu Chenlie saw that she had gone straight into the kitchen to start cooking, completely disregarding what he had just said, and his displeasure nearly shot up in an instant.

He took a harsh drag on his cigarette, and not only did his face look unsightly, the eyes watching the girl’s retreating figure also grew increasingly deep and complex.

Twenty minutes later, Wen Ran finished cooking two dishes.

One was spicy shredded potatoes, and the other was garlic-flavored lettuce.

She had initially planned to cook some porridge, but recalling that she hadn’t bought any buns when she returned, and fearing it might not be filling enough, she made sweet wheat noodles instead.

Wen Ran knew how to knead dough, roll out dough, steam buns, and cook pancakes.

This knowledge originated from when she was ten years old, Grandma fell sick, and her father was working out of town; to take care of Grandma, the little girl stood in the kitchen, attempting to mimic Grandma’s cooking and trying to make her something to eat.

She was smart, and luckily, she succeeded on her first attempt.

Later, Grandma recovered under her care.

After that incident, during busy times on the farm, she would take on the important task of cooking.

Now at twenty-two, she had over ten years of cooking experience, so everyday home cooking was very simple for her, a matter of ease.

What she hadn’t expected was that a wealthy young master like him would not appreciate these everyday home-cooked meals she was good at.

Wen Ran and Fu Chenlie were from different social classes; she didn’t understand his world or some of his living habits, and sometimes she couldn’t understand why Granny Fu was so insistent on matchmaking them.

Now that the food was ready, Wen Ran started thinking—

Would she really go and beg Fu Chenlie to eat?

Or should she find a way to get him to come and eat on his own?

She first served two bowls of sweet wheat noodles on the dining table, followed by the cooked dishes, then she took out her cellphone, dialed a number, glanced towards the living room, and sweetly called out, "Grandma."

Hearing her call out "Grandma," Fu Chenlie, seated elegantly in the living room, immediately assumed she was going to complain to Grandma, and his face darkened as he rose to his feet and strode towards her.