My Pregnant Contract Wife Ran Away from Me!
Chapter 57 Wouldn’t He Squeeze Me to Death?!

Chapter 57: Chapter 57 Wouldn’t He Squeeze Me to Death?!

Comments were indeed coming in.

Not only that, but there were also private messages.

She, trembling, clicked on the comments first.

A user nicknamed Q commented on a video she had posted with Jiang Yan.

"You’re still so cute."

Wen Ran stared blankly at this comment.

Seconds later, she returned and clicked on the private messages.

"I’m Qin Zeyu, do you remember me?"

In her heart, she answered: Of course I remember.

How could she forget the boy who had dazzled her in her youth, the one she had followed for three whole years?

But Wen Ran didn’t reply.

She checked her account and then set all her videos showing her face to private.

A notification at the top of her phone screen indicated that Qin Zeyu had sent another message.

"Can you give me your mobile number? I have something very important to discuss."

The phrase "very important" piqued Wen Ran’s intense curiosity.

She hesitated, wondering whether to leave her contact information.

She was married, after all, and should keep her distance from other men, especially someone like Qin Zeyu, whom she once had feelings for.

However, a tinge of regret deep within her ultimately overcame her reason.

Wen Ran sent her mobile number.

Then she asked another question.

"What do you want to talk about?"

Qin Zeyu did not reply.

However, Wen Ran soon received a WeChat friend request from him.

She clicked accept.

Qin Zeyu messaged: "It’s been many years since we’ve seen each other, hasn’t it?"

Wen Ran, not too warmly, keeping within the bounds of social etiquette, asked him: "Yeah, what’s the important matter?"

Qin Zeyu: "When are you free to meet?"

Wen Ran: "I have to work every day, I might not have time, why don’t we just talk on WeChat?"

Qin Zeyu: "How about the weekend?"

The weekend...

Drivers don’t really have weekends, do they?

If the boss needs you, you have to be on duty anytime.

Even if she had time over the weekend, she now had no courage to see Qin Zeyu, let alone the desire to.

Given Fu Chenlie’s suspicious and jealous nature, meeting another man in private would probably get her in serious trouble!

She wanted to live.

Wen Ran: "I work all year round, let’s not talk about it now, I’m at work."

After sending this message, Qin Zeyu did not insist further and replied with an "okay," bringing the chat to an end.

Wen Ran had been constantly looking at her phone, so she hadn’t noticed Fu Chenlie outside, observing her entire messaging process.

He watched her hesitation, conflict, and nervousness, and had already imagined a whole drama in his mind, convinced she was chatting with some lover outside.

Just what were they talking about?

What did she like about that man?!

Only when Wen Ran put down her phone to begin reading a book did Fu Chenlie look away.

He lit a cigarette, his gaze distant, as if brewing something.

At five past fifty, Fu Chenlie rose from his office chair, draped his suit jacket over his left arm, pocketed his phone, and, holding his car keys, walked to the door of the drivers’ lounge.

He glanced indifferently at the scene inside, saw her still reading, seriously highlighting key points with a marker, lifted his clearly jointed fingers, and knocked twice on the glass door.

Wen Ran instinctively looked up.

Meeting his cold gaze, she also heard two emotionless words: "Off work."

She didn’t speak, closed her book, quickly gathered her things, and left the lounge.

Following Fu Chenlie, Wen Ran walked to the elevator lobby, and out of basic subordinate etiquette, she was about to press the elevator button for him, but—