My Pregnant Contract Wife Ran Away from Me!

Wen Ran never thought that one day she would be married in a flash.

And the object of the flash marriage was a transnational corporate CEO with a world of difference from her in terms of family background and status, Fu Chenlie.

At this moment, her new husband was sitting on the single-seater sofa to her front right, radiating an asphyxiating indifference, his face shrouded with an exquisitely handsome sullenness, a thoroughly oppressive presence.

He was like a tiger ready to eat someone.

Suddenly, the tiger spoke, "A contractual marriage, we shall not interfere with each other, we have three rules."

Wen Ran obediently responded, "You say."

"First, do not say you know me outside, do not act as Mrs. Fu, and especially do not mention my name."

"Oh."

"Second, although Grandma has asked us to live together, I will absolutely not have any impure relations with a woman who has married into the family for money, so you will sleep in the secondary bedroom."

Wait a second...

Who's impure?!

Wen Ran let go of the corner of her clothing that she had been nervously clutching, revealing a dissatisfied look, "Mr. Fu, although marrying you is reaching above my station, could you please speak less offensively? I'm a clean and pure girl and not at all impure."

In an instant, Fu Chenlie's gaze turned frosty, "Third, do not talk back."

Wen Ran looked down, grinding her teeth in frustration.

Why was the grandson whom Granny Fu spoke of as filial and outstanding so authoritarian?!

Did she feel like she had been conned?

But, since her father had already been spared from a heavy sentence with Granny Fu's help, receiving little over one year, she couldn't go back on her word.

So now, it was too late for regrets.

Resignedly, Wen Ran lifted her head, "I've remembered the three points you made, are there any other requirements?"

"None for now."

"Alright, then I'll go tidy up the room."

She had been behaving obediently, yet Fu Chenlie still looked displeased, even his response was a curt and cold two words, "Whatever."

With that, he closed his eyes, showing an "I don't want to see you" attitude.

Wen Ran stood up from the sofa.

Fu Chenlie was sitting in the single-seater to her front right, and the staircase was located just behind him to the right.

Wen Ran wanted to take a shortcut, so she directly stepped over his foot.

She successfully made it over without being noticed, inwardly rejoicing; as she was about to take her second step, her leg was suddenly tripped, causing her to fall uncontrollably forward.

"Ah—" She was about to crash down when, instinctively, she screamed.

However—

An arm suddenly reached out in front of her, catching her!

Wen Ran turned her head to look, and a sullen face, extremely displeased, came into view.

She was about to say "Thank you," but before the words could leave her mouth, she was violently thrown back onto the sofa.

The man's disdainful voice followed, "Stop playing these games of throwing yourself at me, even if you stood naked in front of me, I would only feel disgusted!"

Wen Ran stared at him in shock, finding him utterly ridiculous.

Who would stand naked in front of him?!

Where did this sense of superiority come from?!

And how despicable that Fu Chenlie's words were personally attacking!

Wen Ran's defiant almond eyes glared at him, "Don't flatter yourself, even if all the men in the world were gone, I wouldn't stand naked in front of a vile man like you!"

The man looked at her unexpectedly, his brooding eyes filled with disbelief, "What did, you say?"

Wen Ran was intimidated by his terrifying gaze, but she didn't want to appear weak, someone he could easily crush, she repeated, "I said, even if… Ah—"