Chapter 11 You Don't Deserve to Like Me

"If she does something wrong, let heaven punish her, not Fu Chenlie!"

Boom—

A thunderclap resounded across the sky.

Wen Ran was startled and quickly chased after Fu Chenlie's footsteps.

Although the whole day had been overcast, thunder struck immediately after her thoughts, really no joke?!

On the way back to the villa, Wen Ran sat in the passenger seat, growing more and more unhappy.

She began to recall what Grandma had asked her at the Fu Residence; the two things about not liking people at home and being assigned to cook suddenly surfaced in her mind.

Wen Ran turned her head to glance at Fu Chenlie.

The light of the early lanterns cast upon the man's handsome and perfect side profile, adding a touch of gentleness to his otherwise cold and commanding demeanor.

He was very focused, as if he thought of nothing else but driving.

"Put away your greedy gaze, have no unrealistic fantasies, you aren't worthy of liking me."

Wen Ran was infuriated by his words.

She muttered softly, "I would fall for you? Dream on."

After venting, she stared at him and said, "I just wanted to ask you why you told Grandma at noon at the Fu Residence that I didn't like having people at home and lied that I offered to cook. When did I say that?"

Fu Chenlie's voice was indifferent and scornful, "If you don't cook, then who will? Me?"

The girl retorted without hesitation, "What's wrong with you cooking? Is cooking inherently a woman's task?"

"Woman? When did you become a woman? It seems Grandma hasn't even thoroughly investigated your premarital personal life."

"You… I meant generally, I haven't yet..."

No, how did the topic shift like this?!

Wen Ran quickly regained her focus, "Don't change the subject, tell me why you blamed me at noon."

"Aren't you skilled at manipulating Grandma? You've made her listen to you most and respect your opinions. If not blaming it on your dislike for houseguests, did you want the servants at the Fu Residence to find out we sleep in separate rooms and go tattle to Grandma?"

Wen Ran was slightly stunned.

That was not her intention.

Her thoughts were simple; she didn't think as far as he did.

Seeing her silent, Fu Chenlie assumed she was conceding, "Ms. Wen Ran, you really are cunning."

Wen Ran never expected to be so framed by him!

She rushed to defend herself, even raising her voice a bit, "Don't falsely accuse me, I didn't think that way!"

The man snorted coldly, obviously not believing her, "Is that so?"

Wen Ran asserted forcefully, "Yes, I just don't want to be set up."

Fu Chenlie didn't reply further, and the car interior returned to quiet.

About half an hour later, the Rolls-Royce stopped outside the villa.

Back home, Fu Chenlie took off his shoes while informing her, "I'll have my secretary send you a menu weekly. From now on, you'll cook the three meals a day here according to the menu."

Wen Ran turned to look at him, "I haven't agreed to cook."

"Don't want to?"

"Yes."

"Would you rather get a divorce?"

Divorce?!

Wen Ran felt a bit shaky at hearing those two words.

Because she had promised Grandma to wait at least a year before divorcing.

Fu Chenlie, observing her silent figure, wore a look of contempt and mockery, speaking sarcastically, "I knew you couldn't bear to give up the position of Mrs. Fu, even if it's for the astronomical compensation stipulated in the agreement a year later, you'd have to cover the meals here, right?"

Wen Ran glared at him but said nothing.