My Pregnant Contract Wife Ran Away from Me!
Chapter 51 Really Fucking the Dog

Chapter 51: Chapter 51 Really Fucking the Dog

Even Cheng Cheng, upon seeing Fu Chenlie step out of the elevator and stride into the employee cafeteria, choked on his noodles.

After a bout of coughing, he hurriedly put down his chopsticks and walked over to Fu Chenlie. "Mr. Fu, what brings you here?"

"Can’t I come?"

"No, it’s just that your lunch was already set up in the dining area of your office by the secretary."

At this, he lowered his voice a bit. "Your meal is specially made, different from what everyone else is eating."

"Everyone here works at Fu Group, we’re all Fu Group employees, so from now on, whatever everyone eats, I will eat."

With that, he walked over to the meal pickup window.

Cheng Cheng glanced at the uniform attention Mr. Fu was getting from everyone—more uniform than instant noodles. He coughed lightly, "Everyone continue eating, continue eating. Mr. Fu is here to eat too, no need to be nervous."

At these words, most people looked away.

But instead of eating, they huddled and began whispering in low voices.

"What kind of wind blew today?"

"This is so unusual, it’s my first time seeing Mr. Fu in the employee cafeteria in five years since I joined Fu Group."

"Who’s that young lady with him?"

"Seems like the new driver."

"A female driver? The driver for the prestigious president of Fu Group, and HR hired a woman? Is there some mistake?"

"What do you know? That driver was parachuted in; no one even knows how she got here."

"Ask Assistant Cheng later?"

"Even if Assistant Cheng knows, he wouldn’t tell you."

Wen Ran, listening to everyone’s discussions, finally felt somewhat reassured.

Fortunately, the employees of a high-quality company had higher standards; they didn’t categorize her as one climbing the ladder through physical means just because she appeared together with Fu Chenlie.

She sighed softly and turned to walk in the opposite direction from Fu Chenlie, buying a bowl of hot and sour noodles from a window.

She thought she could finally sit down quietly for a meal.

But who would have known—

After Fu Chenlie got his meal, Cheng Cheng held it for him and asked, "Mr. Fu, where would you like to sit?"

"Sit with the driver."

"Alright."

Thus, Cheng Cheng, holding Fu Chenlie’s meal, walked towards Wen Ran.

Her inner thoughts: This is absolutely fucking ridiculous.

Wen Ran bowed her head to eat her noodles.

Even when she saw from the corner of her eye that Fu Chenlie had sat down opposite her, she ignored him, treating him as if he were thin air.

But who was Fu Chenlie?

Since childhood, whether at school or in the marketplace, nobody had ever dared ignore him.

Whenever he appeared, it was always to much attention.

Now, a mere driver was pretending not to see him, making the man feel his authority was being challenged, and he was internally furious.

He sat up straight, casting a disdainful, imperial glance at Wen Ran, and instructed the still-present Cheng Cheng, "I don’t like eating at the same table with people. Have this driver sit elsewhere."

Cheng Cheng was dumbfounded.

Was this a mistake?

You just said you wanted to sit with the driver!

Moreover, she was sitting here first. Even if you are the president, shouldn’t there be some respect for who was here first?

Additionally, this driver isn’t just any driver; she’s your other half on the marriage certificate!

Cheng Cheng was nearly in tears, but compared to offending Mr. Fu, he was at least for now more willing to offend Mrs. Fu.

However—

Just as he gave Wen Ran a very troubled look and was about to speak...

Wen Ran simply picked up her bowl and moved to the dining table behind her.

In an instant, Fu Chenlie’s gaze turned as sharp as a blade.