My Pregnant Contract Wife Ran Away from Me! Chapter 36 Calling Husband

The thought passed through her mind with striking clarity.

If she were to co clean to Fu Chenlie that she couldn’t cook, a storm would probably break loose imdiately.

Despite this, Wen Ran steeled herself and looked towards Fu Chenlie who was getting out of the car and walking towards her, and after much hesitation, she finally spoke up, "Boss, I... I don’t know how to cook any of the dishes on this nu."

Fu Chenlie’s eyes shimred with a frosty light, and his tone had already turned dangerous, "What did you say?"

Wen Ran felt the air grow chilly, and she said cautiously, "I... I’ve never eaten any of the dishes on here, nor do I know how to make them. I only know how to cook holy als, simple stir-fries, boil noodles, make dumplings, and cook porridge and such..."

His complexion visibly worsened, "So what?"

She looked at him resentfully, "Is it okay if I make whatever I can, and you just eat that?"

He stared down at her from his superior height, those deep eyes filled with coldness now tainted with indignation. His slightly raised tone was laced with unrestrained scorn, "What do you think?"

His gaze made her heart quail, and she averted her eyes, looking down.

At the sa ti, she stepped to the side, putting more distance between them.

Then she tried hard to think of what to do?

But what good options did she have?

This man was so difficult to talk to, he was even worse than the Emperor.

Exhaling a sigh of relief, Wen Ran muttered quietly, "If all else fails, could you go out to eat? You’re so wealthy, after all. Even if you dine at a Seven-star Hotel every al, you could easily afford it."

"If I went out to eat, what use would I have for you? You can’t drive, and now you can’t even cook? Ms. Wen, you might as well tell , what’s your value exactly?"

"..."

This PUA, such a high level.

Even she couldn’t figure out what her value was.

But then again, what was his value?!

Nothing but an expert nitpicker, absolutely useless otherwise.

As Wen Ran fell silent, Fu Chenlie’s voice rang out again, "Since you’ve already promised to cook, don’t even think about backing out. I’m not so easy to talk to."

She glanced at him, "I didn’t plan to go back on my word, and I can cook for you, but since you do nothing but eat, shouldn’t you accommodate the arrangent of , the worker? I cook whatever, you eat whatever. We both take a step back. Otherwise..."

Hearing that she still dared to argue with him, even implying a threat, the man’s dark eyes narrowed as he interrupted her, "Or what?"

She shook her head, "Nothing, nothing at all. Otherwise, I also don’t know what to do. So how about it, boss; do you have a solution?"

Fu Chenlie, for reasons unknown, suddenly changed the subject, scrutinizing her as he corrected, "This is at ho, not at the company, the terms of address should change."

Wen Ran obediently switched, "Okay, Mr. Fu."

He appeared dissatisfied, looking down at her, "At the Fu Residence, you used to call ’husband’ quite happily. What’s this? Back to Mr. Fu now?"

"Do you like it when I call you ’husband’?"

"I dislike everything about you, so dream on!"

She silently rolled her eyes inwardly and said lazily, "Well, that settles it. I’ll call you Mr. Fu, it’s quieter for your ears, and I’m more comfortable too."

With displeasure, the man huffed coldly, enunciating heavily, "I’d rather suffer the noise than let you be comfortable."

With that, he issued a direct order, "At ho, you call ’husband.’"

Wen Ran, "..."

You must have so serious illness, right?