My Pregnant Contract Wife Ran Away from Me!
Chapter 56: Still Crying?

Chapter 56: Chapter 56: Still Crying?

Fu Chenlie immediately retorted, "When did I say I was scared?"

"Yes, yes, you didn’t say it, but I think, as a husband, if you can’t make your wife like and care about you, then that man really doesn’t have much ability, don’t you think?"

"I still have to work, hanging up now."

With that, he hung up the phone.

After returning to his desk and sitting down, the man lit a cigarette, took a harsh drag, and the smoke curled up from his thin lips as his faint, cool gaze shifted towards the direction of the lounge.

Wen Ran sat at her desk, squeezing a white crumpled paper in her hand, wiping her tears, then blowing her nose.

He squinted slightly—

Was she still crying?

Was a kiss enough to make her feel so wronged?

As he watched her, the memory of her resisting and struggling during their kiss suddenly reappeared in his mind, and Fu Chenlie felt annoyed.

Was it the first time kissing a woman, only to be despised?

Grandma was right—

As a husband, if you can’t make your wife like you, then you really aren’t much of a man!

He was invincible in business, and he would certainly be unstoppable in love.

He wasn’t that incapable, and he was confident enough to make Wen Ran willingly bear his child.

It was just a matter of time.

Thinking this, Fu Chenlie’s gaze deepened significantly, becoming much more complex.

...

It was just past three in the afternoon.

Wen Ran sat in the lounge, posture weary.

She wanted to go to the restroom.

She had been wanting to go for half an hour.

But, due to the ugly scene with Fu Chenlie earlier, she didn’t want to leave the lounge and face him.

But now, she couldn’t hold it anymore.

Wen Ran glanced at Fu Chenlie outside, who was bowing his head over the files. She got up, pushed open the lounge door, and walked out, deliberately turning her face towards the floor-to-ceiling window, not giving a single glance to him.

However, before she had taken two steps, a high, indifferent voice reached her ears: "Where are you going?"

She didn’t look at him, tossing back three words with an equally indifferent tone: "The restroom."

The man didn’t look up and merely grunted in acknowledgment.

Wen Ran saw from the corner of her eye that Fu Chenlie was still head down in his files, and she fiercely rolled her eyes at him before hurrying into the lounge behind him.

After pushing the door and entering, she realized just how large and fully equipped the lounge was.

It really had the vibes of a two-bedroom apartment.

Money really lets you do whatever you want.

Because she couldn’t hold it any longer, Wen Ran didn’t take a closer look but rushed to find the restroom.

When she came out, she stood in front of the sink, looking at her pale face in the mirror, and gave herself a pat.

It has to be said, a bad marriage really wears you out physically and mentally.

She used to be such an optimistic person, but getting married to Fu Chenlie for just a few days had already tormented her to the point of being a shadow of her former self?

After a moment of regret, Wen Ran breathed a sigh of relief.

When she emerged, she walked straight to the driver’s lounge without giving a glance to the man sitting at the office desk, as if he simply didn’t exist.

She utterly ignored him, yet Fu Chenlie’s gaze unconsciously followed the girl’s retreating back, observing her quick, dismissive manner of walking—it wasn’t hard to guess that she was still upset.

The man chuckled lightly, quite a temper indeed.

After Wen Ran returned to the driver’s lounge, she saw the notification light flashing on her phone.

She opened it to find a message from Jiang Yan.

"Ranran, I just found out that Qin Zeyu has watched the content on my video app and even liked the comment you left me, check if he sent you a private message!"

Wen Ran didn’t think twice and opened the video app.

And then—