My Pregnant Contract Wife Ran Away from Me! Chapter 114 Punishment

Speaking, Fu Chenlie leaned in, his thin lips deliberately lingering at her ear as he added a term teeming with mockery and ridicule, "Miss Driver."

Wen Ran glanced at him with his malicious expression and bit out two syllables through gritted teeth, "Scum."

The man’s gaze beca dangerously sharp as he narrowed his eyes, "What did you say?"

She smiled, "I said it’s really tough... the job of a driver is truly too hard, never able to clock in or out on ti."

Ding—

The elevator doors opened.

Fu Chenlie sneered and withdrew his hand from her shoulder, stepping out of the elevator first.

Wen Ran rolled her eyes at his retreating figure and quickened her pace to follow.

She was furious, her steps hastening as she overtook the man.

When she reached the driver’s side, Fu Chenlie, who held the car keys, had already unlocked the car.

Wen Ran pulled open the door to the driver’s seat, ready to get in, but her arm was suddenly grabbed, and she was pulled aside.

She looked at him, puzzled, "What are you doing?"

He sneered condescendingly, "The roads are busy during rush hour, and soone with your level of skill is highly likely to crash. I won’t have your novice driving delay negotiations for a contract worth hundreds of millions."

After saying that, he gestured with a tilt of his chin towards the other side, "Go to the passenger seat."

Wen Ran looked at him, unmoving, defiance shining in her gaze.

The man raised an eyebrow, "What?"

She gritted her teeth and dared to retort, "Can’t you speak nicely? Why do you always insult ?"

Fu Chenlie was dismissive, his words light as air, "Such a strong sense of self-respect?"

"Don’t you have any self-respect?"

"Whether I do or don’t, does it make a difference?"

Wen Ran laughed, mimicking his tone from earlier, "You scram! Scram to the driver’s seat and drive!"

Fu Chenlie’s face changed drastically when he heard her curse at him, and he called out her na through clenched teeth, "Wen Ran!"

She answered nonchalantly, "I’m here, what’s up?"

He suddenly stepped closer to Wen Ran, catching her off guard as her back pressed against the car.

His handso face drew near hers, stopping just five centiters away as his eyes bore intensely into hers, "Have you gone mad? How dare you speak to like that?"

Wen Ran looked up with innocent, beautiful eyes, her lips slightly raised, "See, when you’re cursed at, you get angry, which shows you feel insulted and have self-esteem. Likewise, when you curse at , I get angry too, and since I don’t have as thick skin as you, I also get sad. So please, speak to nicely from now on and don’t use the word ’scram’ on again!"

Fu Chenlie watched her clever play of words, the anger on his face gradually dissipating.

However, what replaced it was danger.

Before Wen Ran could understand his intent, her chin was suddenly lifted, and his cool, thin lips descended upon hers.

Her eyes widened in shock, and her hand moved to push him away.

But Fu Chenlie anticipated her move and captured her hands against the car.

He deepened the kiss, prying open her teeth, plundering every inch of air in her mouth, making her breathing difficult and her cheeks flush with heat, driving her from initial resistance to eventual submission...

Once he deed his punishnt sufficient and his venting complete, he withdrew, contented.

As Wen Ran gasped for fresh air, Fu Chenlie took a step back and looked at her coolly, "I tell you to scram, and you can curse back. What now, if I kiss you, do you dare to kiss back?"