My Pregnant Contract Wife Ran Away from Me! Chapter 37 Beg Me

Wen Ran thought to herself, how lucky she was to have a good temper, otherwise, she really could have started arguing with him at a mont’s notice.

Of course, it wasn’t just because she had a good temper that she didn’t argue now.

It was also because she didn’t dare.

With him constantly looking like he could strangle her at any mont, how could she dare to "pluck a tiger’s whisker"?

Wen Ran cald herself down, blinked her lively eyes, and obediently called out, "Husband."

At this call, Fu Chenlie’s heart and mind were filled with pleasure. Seeing her obedient appearance, a fleeting sense of strangeness passed through his heart and he curved his lips to ask in response, "What’s the matter?"

"May I please cook dinner?"

"Beg , and I will eat it."

Wen Ran’s face changed slightly, and she asked uncertainly, "What did you say?"

He repeated his words patiently for the first ti, "I said, beg , and I will eat the al you cook."

"Isn’t that excessive?"

"It’s because you failed to et the agreed requirents due to your lack of skills. If you want to make a concession, naturally you have to beg . In what way am I being excessive?"

She clenched her teeth, her voice carrying a hint of grievance, "I do the work, you eat the food, and still, I have to beg you? Why?!"

Fu Chenlie stepped closer to her, looking down at the girl’s face filled with resentnt, "Because with , you have no choice but to obey."

With that, he turned and sat down on the living room couch.

The man casually pulled out a cigarette and lighter from his pocket, lit up, and for a mont, his handso face, partially obscured by the curling smoke, seed to flicker in and out of view, adding an air of mystery to him.

Wen Ran felt a lump of suppressed air in her chest.

She didn’t go to him to beg.

After standing there for a while, she went into the kitchen. After checking what ingredients were in the refrigerator, she began to cook.

At least for the mont, what she thought was—

Take it or leave it.

As for what she would think later on, that was a matter for later.

In the living room, Fu Chenlie saw that she had gone straight into the kitchen to start cooking, completely disregarding what he had just said, and his displeasure nearly shot up in an instant.

He took a harsh drag on his cigarette, and not only did his face look unsightly, the eyes watching the girl’s retreating figure also grew increasingly deep and complex.

Twenty minutes later, Wen Ran finished cooking two dishes.

One was spicy shredded potatoes, and the other was garlic-flavored lettuce.

She had initially planned to cook so porridge, but recalling that she hadn’t bought any buns when she returned, and fearing it might not be filling enough, she made sweet wheat noodles instead.

Wen Ran knew how to knead dough, roll out dough, steam buns, and cook pancakes.

This knowledge originated from when she was ten years old, Grandma fell sick, and her father was working out of town; to take care of Grandma, the little girl stood in the kitchen, attempting to mimic Grandma’s cooking and trying to make her sothing to eat.

She was smart, and luckily, she succeeded on her first attempt.

Later, Grandma recovered under her care.

After that incident, during busy tis on the farm, she would take on the important task of cooking.

Now at twenty-two, she had over ten years of cooking experience, so everyday ho cooking was very simple for her, a matter of ease.

What she hadn’t expected was that a wealthy young master like him would not appreciate these everyday ho-cooked als she was good at.

Wen Ran and Fu Chenlie were from different social classes; she didn’t understand his world or so of his living habits, and sotis she couldn’t understand why Granny Fu was so insistent on matchmaking them.

Now that the food was ready, Wen Ran started thinking—

Would she really go and beg Fu Chenlie to eat?

Or should she find a way to get him to co and eat on his own?

She first served two bowls of sweet wheat noodles on the dining table, followed by the cooked dishes, then she took out her cellphone, dialed a number, glanced towards the living room, and sweetly called out, "Grandma."

Hearing her call out "Grandma," Fu Chenlie, seated elegantly in the living room, imdiately assud she was going to complain to Grandma, and his face darkened as he rose to his feet and strode towards her.