My Pregnant Contract Wife Ran Away from Me!
Chapter 72 Uncontrollable

Chapter 72: Chapter 72 Uncontrollable

But what about it?

He was powerful, and she was just a powerless contracted wife.

What other choice did she have but to endure?

Fu Chenlie looked at her, her head bowed in silence, and said coldly, "Why aren’t you speaking? Am I wrong?"

Wen Ran raised her eyes to meet his, smiled, and dropped a line as if indulging a child, "You’re right."

She clearly went along with his thinking.

Yet, the man’s face grew even uglier.

Wen Ran ignored it, unbuckled her seatbelt, and looked at him, "Boss, could you please reverse the car into the parking spot?"

"Wen Ran," he called out her name, emphasizing each syllable.

"What is it?" she responded.

"Your taste in men really needs improvement."

"..."

Aren’t you being a bit too meddlesome?!

She said nothing, unwilling to communicate on this subject.

Besides, the man she liked was nothing like he described.

In the silence, Fu Chenlie spoke again, "Just now, Qin Zeyu asked if your husband treats you well? What did you mean by saying life is just like that?"

Wen Ran frowned.

Does he have too good a memory?

Why did he remember every word she said and bring it up later to settle scores?

"Speak!" the man commanded impatiently.

Wen Ran pursed her lips, "You are my husband. You should know very well whether you treat me well or not. Should I not say life is just like that, should I say you treat me poorly, arouse Qin Zeyu’s protective instincts, and make him feel sorry for me?"

Fu Chenlie scoffed, "You sure have the courage to say that."

She lowered her gaze, murmuring, "I’m just raising a question. It was you who wanted to discuss this issue."

"You married me for money. How well do you expect me to treat you?"

"I didn’t expect anything; I was just answering Qin Zeyu’s question. Don’t overthink it."

His face darkened, and he commanded, "Take out your phone."

Wen Ran asked, puzzled, "Why?"

The man looked at her, a mocking smile curling on his lips, "Delete Qin Zeyu’s WeChat."

"Why?" she frowned.

His gaze on her deepened and darkened, he said clearly, "Because you are Mrs. Fu, and I won’t allow Mrs. Fu to have any contact with a man who covets her, lest you can’t restrain yourself and do something despicable, tarnishing the Fu Family’s reputation and affecting the Fu Group’s stock price!"

Wen Ran hadn’t expected Fu Chenlie, who seemed ascetic and detached from worldly desires, to have such an imagination.

She didn’t budge, emphasizing, "He and I are just classmates."

"Just classmates and you followed him around all the time in school? Just classmates and you hesitated when I asked who called you? Just classmates..."

He paused, glanced at her left wrist, and spoke sarcastically, "You’ve worn the bracelet he gave you all these years?"

"I was naive and immature during school; last night it was because I didn’t recognize the number. As for the bracelet..."

Speaking of the bracelet, she hesitated.

In that moment, Fu Chenlie furrowed his brow, "What about the bracelet?"

"The bracelet wasn’t given by Qin Zeyu."

"You think I would believe that?"

Her expression shifted, she denied again, "It’s not. Why would I lie about it?"

Looking at her scrunched-up little face, Fu Chenlie surprisingly found his belief in her words reasonably strong and nodded, "Alright, I believe you. Now, delete Qin Zeyu’s WeChat."

"I won’t," Wen Ran flatly refused.

His cold voice was like a ghastly spirit calling for lives in the dark night, "Say that again?"