My Pregnant Contract Wife Ran Away from Me! Chapter 308: I Want to Please You

The man chuckled softly and responded graciously, "I treated you to a al, dealt with the woman who gave you trouble—shouldn’t that make up for it?"

Wen Ran pressed her lips together and reminded him, "You didn’t apologize."

"I’ve never apologized before—I don’t know how to apologize."

"Just say ’I’m sorry,’ admit that you were wrong, and I’ll forgive you."

Fu Chenlie remained silent for two seconds, then decisively said three firm words: "I wasn’t wrong."

Wen Ran, "..."

If they couldn’t settle it, she thought, then just let it go.

But he wasn’t willing to let it go just like that.

The man lowered his voice and called her na: "Wen Ran—"

Hearing him call her na, her gaze shifted.

It had been quite so ti since he’d called her by na—he usually addressed her as Mrs. Fu or Madam. To hear her na off his lips again felt unusually significant.

He continued, "Qin Zeyu has made it very clear that he likes you. As your husband, am I wrong to be a little unfriendly toward a man who covets another man’s wife? I admit it was out of line for to use your phone and send that ssage on your behalf, but Qin Zeyu’s intentions toward a married woman are anything but pure—do you really think he’s blaless?"

Wen Ran pressed her lips together again, trying to steer the conversation back on track: "I asked you to apologize to , not to Qin Zeyu."

Fu Chenlie deflected, "Let rephrase—have you ever wondered why I care so much about you privately contacting Qin Zeyu?"

She glanced at him but said nothing.

The man scoffed faintly, "To put it plainly—it’s because I care about you as my wife. All I want is your loyalty to , nothing more. That’s the absolute minimum a husband expects of his wife, and I don’t see how I’ve done anything wrong."

Wen Ran couldn’t be bothered to argue with him anymore.

He was sharp, intelligent, and eloquent—on the business battlefield, he had never suffered a loss. Wouldn’t conquering her, a defenseless woman, be as simple as turning his hand?

The wrongdoing was his, but he made her voice her grievances.

In the end, she was sohow painted as the villain, when from the start, it was his disregard for her feelings that led him to send Qin Zeyu a ssage saying "my husband bestowed this upon you."

When he sent it, he was purely indulging his own emotions—had he ever considered hers?

Even later, when discussing it, he was so breezy as to ask just one casual question—

How did you feel?

Ha, to him, she probably seed like a robot—incapable of emotions and void of feelings.

Twenty minutes later, the car stopped at Huan Island Villa.

They both got out, entering the villa one after the other.

Wen Ran crossed the threshold, changed into her house slippers, and planned to head straight upstairs. But just as she stepped onto the first stair, Fu Chenlie followed suit, keeping pace with her as they ascended.

In the hallway, just outside the bedroom door, the man broke the silence: "Mrs. Fu."

She wasn’t inclined to respond. But since they still had months to endure until the divorce, she paused in her steps and turned to look at him, her gaze cool. "What is it?"

Fu Chenlie’s expression was far from relaxed, but neither did it carry any impatience.

He stepped closer, stopping before her. From the pocket of his tailored trousers, he retrieved a small object and handed it to her. His thin lips carried a faint smile as he spoke, "I want to give you a gift—will you do the honor of accepting it?"

She stared at Fu Chenlie’s smile, montarily dazed.

In the past, he would never have spoken to her so gently. He would simply order her, intimidate her, use all sorts of ans to make her comply.

Now, however, he seed... different.

Before Wen Ran could figure out what had caused his change, the man presented the gift to her: "It’s a necklace—it suits you perfectly."

She looked at the six-pointed star diamond necklace and instantly found it stunning.

She liked it very much.

But—

She asked him, "I haven’t done anything to deserve this—why should I accept your gift?"

The man stepped closer, his deep gaze locked onto her face as he spoke slowly, "For enduring the grievance of being my wife, for the effort you’ve put into driving around—it’s a token of gratitude. Or you could see it as trying to please you."

Having said that, his deep, magnetic voice carried an added touch of self-effacing persuasion as he coaxed, "Don’t be angry anymore, hmm?"