My Pregnant Contract Wife Ran Away from Me!
Chapter 54: You Still Want Me To Kiss You?

Chapter 54: Chapter 54: You Still Want Me To Kiss You?

Fu Chenlie’s temples throbbed with anger.

How dare she speak to him like this?!

All over a lousy bracelet?!

Rage scurried chaotically within the man’s chest as his dark eyes glared at her viciously, nearly reaching out the next second to throttle her to death.

But Wen Ran was completely oblivious.

Her thoughts were in turmoil, feeling irritated; once she freed her wrist, she leaned over the desk to start reading her book.

However—

Just as her hand touched the edge of a page, her chair was entirely spun around.

Following that, her arm was grabbed, and she was yanked to her feet.

Caught by surprise, she found herself pinned against the glass wall of the lounge.

Fu Chenlie leaned in close, released her hand, and gripped her chin, kissing her fiercely.

Wen Ran’s eyes widened in shock.

As her brain exploded with confusion, she also pushed against the man who was pressing his body against her.

But the more she resisted, the more intense the crushing force between their lips seemed to become. The force of the kiss was almost like a punishment and a lesson combined, overwhelming her, and all her shoving and rejections were defeated by Fu Chenlie’s sheer power.

Gradually, she softened, her hands hanging at her sides, a picture of complete submission.

With her resistance gone, a semblance of rationality returned to Fu Chenlie.

He stopped and looked down at her, and his heart skipped a beat when his profound black eyes met the reddened, aggrieved ones of the girl in his arms.

The hand pinching her chin loosened.

Wen Ran bit her lip hard, avoiding his gaze, but the tear that rolled down betrayed her.

Fu Chenlie watched, feeling something inexplicably clogging his heart, and frowned as he asked her, "What are you crying for?"

What indeed?

Crying because she had married a man of unpredictable moods?

Crying because she had nowhere to hide from his sarcastic targeting in the elevator restaurant?

Crying because he trampled over her dignity by using kisses?

Or crying because, when Qin Zeyu approached her again, she was no longer free?

Wen Ran couldn’t say, and she wouldn’t confess to Fu Chenlie.

She lifted her hand to wipe the tears: "I’m not crying."

Fu Chenlie stared at her feigned strength, his chest feeling as if it were seized by an invisible hand, making it hard for him to breathe.

He didn’t understand—

This woman’s relationship with him was nothing more than one bound by a contract. Why was he having such strange reactions?!

Was it because she was pretty that he had such thoughts?

He quickly dismissed the idea, for he had seen beautiful women before, yet never had he lost control like he did today.

An inexplicable irritation seemed to creep up from somewhere.

The man stepped back, his eyes cold as frost landing on her face: "Our marriage agreement states non-interference, which means you cannot interfere with me. The ’three clauses’ apply only to you. You are the weaker party in this marriage, with no right to speak. I advise you to be clear about this and stop throwing a temper in front of me. I am neither inclined to accompany the act nor easy to talk to!"

Wen Ran glared at him discontentedly but remained silent.

Fu Chenlie stepped forward, his gaze dangerous: "What? Do you want me to kiss you again?"

"No," she answered immediately, averting her gaze.

His face darkened with the rejection.

How many women lined up for a mere glance from him, yet his titled wife acted so aggrieved over a mere kiss, light yet heavy?

Fu Chenlie was confounded.

But then, his gaze fell upon her left wrist, and he thought of the bracelet.

Wen Ran had confronted him just a short while ago because he had looked at her bracelet.

Could it be—

She had someone in her heart?