My Pregnant Contract Wife Ran Away from Me!
Chapter 62: Charm

Chapter 62: Chapter 62: Charm

Wen Ran certainly knew it wasn’t appropriate to go over and talk to Fu Chenlie dressed like that.

She immediately retreated to the bathroom, frantically grabbed an overcoat she had already taken off, and conscientiously buttoned it up over her pajamas before she hesitantly walked out again.

Wen Ran stopped at a distance from Fu Chenlie and asked him, puzzled, "Why are you in my room?"

He didn’t speak but lifted the phone resting on his lap and waved it at her.

She immediately trotted over, "Why do you have my phone?"

As she spoke, she reached out to snatch it, "Give it back to me."

Fu Chenlie raised his hand backward, easily avoiding her.

Wen Ran was determined to get her phone and, unprepared as she leaned in, suddenly tripped over the leg of the sofa and fell forward towards Fu Chenlie.

She landed on top of him.

For a moment, the intense masculine scent emanating from Fu Chenlie’s body invaded Wen Ran’s nose with an irresistible and domineering presence.

She had never been so close to a man before, and she wasn’t sure if everyone had a scent, but the smell of cold fir at the moment was inexplicably pleasant to her.

Wen Ran even sniffed a bit, wanting to savor the scent more.

"Throwing yourself into my arms again, how many times are you going to play this game?!" His voice was cold, displeased, and warning, snapping her back to reality, and she quickly stood up.

Wen Ran’s face had flushed through.

She wasn’t sure if it was because the sensation of throwing herself onto a man for the first time was so novel, or if it was that Fu Chen’s embrace was both firm and warm, but her heartbeat uncontrollably quickened.

Wen Ran stole a glance at the man still seated on the sofa.

His posture remained graceful, as if the short episode had never happened.

Wen Ran tried to calm her feelings, and when she looked at Fu Chenlie, she revealed a timid yet gentle smile, "Honey, I wasn’t trying to throw myself at you, I just wanted to get my phone, can you give it back to me?"

"Now you remember to call me honey?"

"I’m just doing what you asked, you don’t like it?"

Fu Chenlie silently stared at her, his gaze growing deeper.

She had just taken a bath, her face flushed from staying long in the bathroom, and her hair half-dried, giving her an appearance that differed significantly from her usual obedient image, with her youthful face now bearing a distinctive charm between a girl and a woman.

When she fell onto him earlier, he felt a softness he had never experienced before, and the term "Gentle and soft, fragrant and warm jade" popped into his mind spontaneously.

However...

Fu Chenlie’s gaze moved down from her face and noticed the overcoat she wore over her sleeping gown, his brow furrowed slightly.

What did this mean?!

Was she guarding against him?

His expression cooled a few degrees, and he stood up from the sofa, holding her phone, "If you know you have a husband, why don’t you keep your distance from other men?"

Wen Ran glanced at the phone in his palm.

Could Qin Zeyu have called her?

That was the only man she could think of, but she definitely couldn’t tell the truth to Fu Chenlie.

The young girl pursed her lips slightly, planning to obfuscate, "After we registered our marriage, except for you, I’ve only seen Mr. Lu and Assistant Cheng, two men, doesn’t that count as keeping distance?"

"Is that so?"

"Yes, it is."

Fu Chenlie scoffed lightly, his deep eyes fixed intently on her delicate face, "Then tell me, who is this man who called your phone near eleven o’clock to ask if you were asleep?"