My Pregnant Contract Wife Ran Away from Me!
Chapter 476: Don’t Cater to Me So Much

Chapter 476: Chapter 476: Don’t Cater to Me So Much

Fu Chenlie’s gaze deepened when he heard Wen Ran’s words.

Without much hesitation, he looked at Jiang Wan Ning: "Since I took your sensing key, this elevator is no longer within your access range. Yesterday was a special case because you were about to be late. Today it’s still early, so you can wait patiently."

The latter nodded and smiled: "I understand."

After speaking, she glanced at Wen Ran again, putting on an apologetic look: "Ms. Wen, I’m sorry for making you uncomfortable. Rest assured, Ah Lie has clarified things for me today because of you, and I won’t make such requests in the future."

Wen Ran gave her a mild, scrutinizing glance.

It seemed that wherever Fu Chenlie was, Jiang Wan Ning couldn’t stop playing the pitiful role.

So hypocritical, it was infuriating.

Wen Ran’s lips curled into a playful arc: "Which eye of Ms. Wan Ning saw that I was uncomfortable? My husband refused you for my sake, and I’m too pleased about that, so how could I be uncomfortable?"

Jiang Wan Ning’s expression shifted slightly, but she kept silent.

Next to her, Fu Chenlie took Wen Ran’s hand and stepped into the CEO’s exclusive elevator.

As she watched the elevator door slowly close, the bit of displeasure in her heart caused by Jiang Wan Ning finally eased a bit.

Jiang Wan Ning was deliberately causing trouble, deliberately probing.

She was testing Fu Chenlie’s limits over and over, taking advantage inch by inch, endlessly greedy and insatiable.

In the elevator, Fu Chenlie turned his head, looking at the silent Wen Ran, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her into his embrace: "Rest assured, Madam, we won’t run into her in the underground parking lot anymore."

She turned her head, looking at him with questioning eyes: "Why do you say that?"

In a low voice, the man explained her confusion: "Starting tomorrow, we’ll have the driver drop us off directly at the Fu Group’s entrance, and we’ll take the exclusive elevator from the first floor. No one will be able to disturb us."

So that’s it.

Wen Ran could tell he was genuinely trying to find a solution.

It’s just that...

She looked at the man and smiled: "It’s just that the boss is too optimistic."

"What do you mean?"

"Ms. Wan Ning always works at Fu Group. If you don’t run into her in the underground parking lot, you might encounter her elsewhere in the company. As long as she has the intention and you have the desire, there’s no lack of opportunities for interaction."

Fu Chenlie moved a step forward, standing directly in front of her, lifting her face and staring straight into her eyes, his thin lips moving: "Mrs. Fu, you’re overthinking."

Wen Ran smiled gently without speaking.

Perhaps.

In his eyes, she always overthinks, always overreacts.

She is indeed sensitive and petty.

Wen Ran removed his hand: "You don’t need to indulge me like this now."

"You don’t like it?"

"It’s just because I like it too much that I don’t want you to indulge me, otherwise, after Friday, everything good you do for me will be taken back because of Jiang Wan Ning’s condition and projected onto her."

With those words, her gaze on the man became a bit more forlorn: "At that time, I’ll be very sad watching."

Fu Chenlie replied without thinking: "That won’t happen."

As he spoke, he pressed her shoulders with both hands, making a solemn promise: "You will always be my Mrs. Fu."

Looking at this sincere and serious man, Wen Ran couldn’t help but feel touched from the bottom of her heart.

She could almost foresee how this promise would be fulfilled, yet she still held onto some fantasy.

The woman let out a soft laugh, then nodded.

Ding—

The elevator reached the 15th floor, and the two separated.

Wen Ran sat down at her desk, opened her computer, and began handling the work Yao Jie had assigned her yesterday.

At nine-thirty in the morning, while she was in the break room getting water, she took out her phone and sent a message to Jiang Yan.