My Pregnant Contract Wife Ran Away from Me!
Chapter 39 Ready to Kiss Her at Any Time

Chapter 39: Chapter 39 Ready to Kiss Her at Any Time

Wen Ran’s gaze was sincere, "Everything I’ve said is true. I wouldn’t dare to tattle on you to Grandma, and I don’t plan to either. After all, it’s the two of us who will live here for a long time. If I ran to Grandma over every little thing, wouldn’t that be way too annoying?"

Fu Chenlie snorted coldly and took another step forward.

She instinctively stepped back.

He continued advancing, menacingly closing in with every step.

Wen Ran was already leaning against the kitchen’s glass door, but the man showed no signs of stopping, prompting her to subconsciously reach out to block him.

Unexpectedly, her palm pressed against his chest.

She touched his pectoral muscle!

Though it was through clothing, she still felt the firmness.

The young girl was terribly nervous and quickly withdrew her hand.

Fu Chenlie glanced at the spot she had touched, his dark eyes shadowed.

His gaze shifted to her face, and he leaned in closer, his handsome face looming larger before her.

Wen Ran held her breath.

In such a situation, she should have been thinking about how she was going to die, yet she pursed her lips, because a part of her felt that Fu Chenlie’s posture suggested he could kiss her at any moment.

Finally, he stopped just three centimeters from her nose.

Their breath mingled, the air heating up.

Amidst her nervousness, Wen Ran’s face flushed red, her eyes darting around, unsure where to look!

The man’s profound eyes captured every expression on her face, and between his lips, a contemptuous scoff emerged, laden with threat, "I warn you, stop playing tricks on me, or else, I’ll make sure you die a miserable death."

Wen Ran nodded mechanically, "I know, I really know, I won’t play tricks on you."

Fu Chenlie’s thin lips moved closer, stopping by her ear, his deep voice uttered two words, "Beg me!"

"Huh?"

It took her a moment to realize he was asking her to plead with him to eat!

Wen Ran shuffled to the side.

At this point, as the saying goes, a wise man knows better than to fight when the odds are against him.

She dropped her stubbornness, and after creating some distance from him, she complied with his whim, speaking meekly, "Husband, I beg you to eat. You’ll get hungry if you don’t, and I’ll feel bad. That... the dish I cooked is quite tasty. Please stoop to try it?"

Despite her fibbing, Fu Chenlie found her fumbling manner somewhat dumbly cute, endearing.

He curled his lips almost imperceptibly, "Fine, remember, you’re the one who begged me!"

With that said, the man turned and walked towards the dining table.

Wen Ran let out a long sigh of relief.

Why did every encounter with Fu Chenlie feel like a narrow escape from disaster?!

This man must be a demon, right?!

Her heart felt so tired.

Wen Ran followed him to the dining table and took a seat opposite him, picking up her chopsticks, ready to eat some food to replenish her strength.

That’s when Fu Chenlie suddenly asked, "What did you make?"

"Sweet noodle rolls, haven’t you had them before?"

"I never eat these things."

She switched on her cajoling mode once more, "Well, you could try them today. I rolled the dough by hand, and with the white sauce, it tastes great, with an excellent texture. My favorite is sweet noodle rolls, which is why I thought of making them for you to taste today, sharing the best thing I have with you."

She spoke so earnestly, as if it were the absolute truth.

Fu Chenlie eyed her for a moment before deciding to give it a try, with a try-and-see attitude.

"How is it?" Wen Ran asked with anticipation after seeing him eat.

He responded with a noncommittal "Hmm," his demeanor exuding refinement.

Wen Ran, as if pardoned from a heavy sentence, burst into a relieved smile, even allowing herself a touch of smugness, "I told you, it’s delicious."