My Pregnant Contract Wife Ran Away from Me!
Chapter 383: Only she is left

Chapter 383: Chapter 383: Only she is left

Wen Ran rummaged through all of Fu Chenlie’s wallets in the closet.

But this man was always meticulous, how could he leave a card in his wallet?!

Wen Ran sat on the floor of the closet and checked her own bank cards.

Previously, Fu Chenlie had given her two million, which she hadn’t touched, plus the thirty thousand he transferred to her for Qin Zeyu to fix the car, she had two million and thirty thousand.

She could transfer all this money to Ah Yan, but it was still a third short of the three million owed by Uncle Jiang, and Wen Ran didn’t know if there was any chance for leniency on that third.

She felt very troubled, wanting to tell Jiang Yan about the difficulty she encountered trying to borrow money from Fu Chenlie, but feared disappointing Jiang Yan, so she dialed Fu Chenlie’s number over and over again.

She hoped he would answer the phone, tell her "I’ve got the money covered," and help her resolve this urgent matter.

But no matter how many times she dialed the number, it always indicated that the phone was turned off.

She didn’t know how long it had been when the master bedroom door was knocked, and Aunt Wu’s voice sounded outside: "Madam, breakfast is ready, would you like to come down and eat?"

"Got it."

"... I have some personal matters to attend to, I’d like to take a leave, you can leave the dishes after eating, I’ll be back at noon to tidy up, is that okay?"

Wen Ran responded with a "sure."

The footsteps outside gradually faded, and the downstairs Mysterious Gate opened and closed, returning to silence.

Aunt Wu had left.

Wen Ran knew that at this moment, she was the only one left in the vast villa.

Somehow, when this thought crossed her mind, a wave of inexplicable desolation surged up.

She was married, with a husband.

Her husband was Fu Chenlie, a name renowned in Jiang City, worth billions, and what he lacked least was money!

Yet ironically, she needed the thing her husband lacked least to solve her problem, but couldn’t reach him.

The closet was so quiet it was chilling.

The sudden ring of her phone startled Wen Ran as it pierced the silence.

She thought it was Fu Chenlie returning her call, but saw the caller ID showed it was Ah Yan.

Wen Ran answered the phone and spoke up before Jiang Yan could ask: "Ah Yan, Fu Chenlie went abroad, I only have a little over two million now. If I negotiate with Uncle Jiang’s creditor, offering two million first, will he be merciful?"

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end.

She suddenly panicked, speaking helplessly: "Ah Yan, I didn’t expect Fu Chenlie to suddenly go on a business trip, not even giving me time to speak, I failed you, I’m sorry."

"What are you talking about?" Jiang Yan laughed softly and replied, then continued: "You didn’t fail me at all, it’s alright Ranran, I have an idea."

"What idea do you have?"

"I want to marry Lu Jinglun."

Wen Ran paused, full of concern: "But he called you yesterday and spoke so harshly, marrying him will be hard on you."

"He hates me because he has misunderstandings about me, once he understands me enough, he won’t hate me anymore."

"But..."

Jiang Yan interrupted her, speaking very determinedly: "No buts, given my family background and status, being able to marry Lu Jinglun is a blessing earned over several lifetimes, no matter how poorly he treats me, I’ll accept it. Besides, didn’t I say before? Money is a good thing, marrying a wealthy man, even without love, I can accept it. Marrying Lu Jinglun is like a dream come true for me."

Ah Yan said this only to comfort her.

How could Wen Ran not discern it?

No matter how wealthy Lu Jinglun was, he was still someone who repeatedly called Ah Yan "shameless" and "disgraceful"!

Such a man really was not a good match.