My Pregnant Contract Wife Ran Away from Me!
Chapter 52 Can you spare me?

Chapter 52: Chapter 52 Can you spare me?

Was she giving him the cold shoulder?!

The man teetered on the brink of rage, barely resisting the urge to pick up his plate and smash it on Wen Ran.

Having followed Fu Chenlie for many years, Cheng Cheng could see the stormy anger hidden beneath his calm exterior and suddenly didn’t know what to do.

If it were a work-related issue, however difficult, he would find a way to solve it.

But this was a matter between Mr. Fu and Mrs. Fu.

How was he, a mere employee, to mediate between a husband and wife?

He didn’t know what misdeeds he must have committed in a past life to become the only person in the entire company who knew that his boss and the new driver were husband and wife.

Cheng Cheng was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

At that moment, Fu Chenlie suddenly spoke up, "Have her change seats, sit in front, she’s blocking my view."

Cheng Cheng, "..."

Mr. Fu, can you spare me, please?

Wen Ran was eating her meal with her back to them, but she heard every word Fu Chenlie had said.

She knew Fu Chenlie was deliberately making things difficult for her, purposely embarrassing her.

Her embarrassment would bring him inner joy.

Mocking and targeting her was his greatest source of pleasure.

Looking at the half-eaten bowl of noodles, she put down her utensils, stood up, and walked toward the elevator.

She wasn’t going to eat anymore.

Wasn’t she allowed to leave?!

Noticing that Wen Ran had left, Cheng Cheng, forehead beaded with sweat, said to Fu Chenlie, "Mr. Fu, Mad..."

He had barely uttered the word "Mad" when the man’s icy, piercing gaze shot toward him, and he quickly changed his tune, "Mr. Fu, the driver has left."

Fu Chenlie asked with visible displeasure, "Am I blind?"

"Just eat your meal," said Cheng Cheng.

"Are you giving me orders?"

Cheng Cheng was holding back a lot of frustration inside and finally just shut his mouth.

Fu Chenlie glanced at the lunch in front of him: "Eat this meal," he commanded.

After saying that, he stood up and also headed toward the elevator.

Cheng Cheng, "..."

He seriously wanted to give thanks.

...

After going upstairs, Wen Ran entered her own driver’s rest room.

Sitting in the swivel chair, her mind was filled with Fu Chenlie’s repeated acts against her, and when his face, more handsome than anyone’s, turned to her, it was always filled with more malice and mockery than anyone else’s.

But in the end, what had she done wrong?

Her only selfish desire was to find a better lawyer for her father, to get some money quickly to pay for Grandma’s medical expenses.

Beyond that, she really didn’t know what she had done wrong.

Wen Ran sighed.

Somehow, Jiang Wan Ning suddenly came to mind.

Wen Ran hoped she would come back soon.

Once she was back, all of Fu Chenlie’s attention would be on her, and she, the nominal Mrs. Fu, would be relieved of her role.

In her eyes, even if Fu Chenlie had an affair with Jiang Wan Ning, going out with her every day, booking hotel rooms, she wouldn’t mind it in the slightest; she would even be more grateful than if she were praying devoutly to Buddha!

As long as it spared her from the daily mockery and targeting.

Ding—

Her cell phone rang.

Wen Ran took out her phone from her pocket, only then remembering that she hadn’t checked the messages that had come in during her driving practice.

She opened the phone to find a message from Jiang Yan.

Half an hour ago, Jiang Yan asked her, "Ranran, guess who’s back?"

Just now, she sent another message, "What are you busy with? Today, Qin Zeyu contacted me, asking for your contact information. Ranran, it’s Qin Zeyu, remember him?"

Qin Zeyu...

Seeing that name, Wen Ran’s mind instantly became a mess.