Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

Chapter 62: 062 Friendly Address

Translator: 549690339

Within the office, Cheng Jia’s soft voice pierced through the solid wooden door and reached Wen Ran’s ears. Her words were gentle and pleasant, “Young

Master MO, I couldn’t afford to buy any expensive gifts, so I only managed to cook a tew dishes. I made the sweet and sour spare ribs and braised lion’s head that you enjoyed the other day. I also made two other dishes and a soup.

Please, have a taste.”

Wen Ran’s gaze shifted subtly, unconsciously moistening her lips.

From within, there was a slight noise that sounded like Cheng Jia opening the lunch box. Following that, MO Xiuchen’s voice rang out in an indifferent tone, “Cheng Jia, no need to open it, I promised Ranran that I would be home for lunch. I appreciate your good intentions.”

Cheng Jia paused while opening the lunch box, looked up at MO Xiuchen with soft eyes and gently said, “Young Master MO, at least have a taste. I spent the whole morning cooking. Or I can call Miss Wen and tell her that you won’t be coming home for lunch.”

Wen Ran’s expression changed, fighting off the impulse to immediately push the door open. She waited another second, hearing MO Xiuchen say, “If I stand her up, Ranran will be angry. If you don’t want to take this back, just leave it here. I’ll have it sent to the cafeteria later to supplement everyone’s lunch.”

Upon hearing this, Wen Ran’s mood inexplicably lifted. The corners of her mouth curled upward, and she confidently knocked on the door.

Inside the office, Cheng Jia turned pale at MO Xiuchen’s words, and just as she was about to say something, the knock on the door sounded. MO Xiuchen glanced toward the door, his tone cordial, “Come in!”

Wen Ran pushed the door open, and with a smile on her face, glanced at the man behind the desk.

As their eyes met, a flicker of surprise flashed in the depths of MO Xiuchen’s eyes. When his gaze shifted to the thermal lunch box in her hands, a slight smile appeared on his handsome face, “Ranran, what brings you here!”

The way he spoke the name ‘Ranran’ sounded natural and intimate, infiltrating a fluttery softness that made her heart tremble.

As he spoke, he rose from behind his office table, strode towards her, and from the moment she opened the door, his eyes were solely on her, entirely ignoring Cheng Jia who was standing in front of the sofa.

Wen Ran calmly stood at the doorway, smiling as he approached. The air she was inhaling was gradually replaced by the familiar and refreshing masculine scent, causing her heart to involuntarily speed up.

The tall man stopped in front of her, his deep gaze sweeping over the thermal lunch box in her hand. He asked warmly, “Did you come especially to bring me lunch?”

Wen Ran’s fair face, tinged with pink due to the fluctuating emotions, had a soft smile that was more graceful and gentle than Cheng Jia’s. She nodded, just about to speak when MO Xiuchen suddenly grabbed her wrist asking with a furrowed brow, “What happened to your hand?”

Wen Ran was taken aback, meeting his concerned gaze. Her heart swelled with warmth. Shaking her head, she casually replied, “I accidentally got scalded by oil. Never mind that, why don’t you first try the lunch I made for you?”

MO Xiuchen took the lunch box from her, feigning surprise, “You cooked these dishes?”

Wen Ran gave a playful smile, teasing him, “Try it first, then I’ll tell you.”

Just as she finished speaking, Cheng Jia, standing in front of the sofa with a pale face, couldn’t bear to watch their intimate scene any longer.. She intervened, “Miss Wen, you know how to cook too?”