Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

Chapter 198: You will definitely regret what you are thinking in your heart.

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Cheng Jia’s fantasy didn’t last long, shattered by MO Xiuchen’s somber voice. In the room the two of them shared, his eyes bore into her, taking in every hint of emotion on her face. “That night, were you and Little Liu really mutually attracted to each other?” he asked.

Cheng Jia’s face turned pale.

Her hands under the blanket tightened into fists. After struggling for a moment, she confessed truthfully, “No, the one I love is always you, Young

Master Mo. You didn’t know, but I’ve loved you for eight years.”

MO Xiuchen was expressionless, as if he hadn’t heard her confession.

Cheng Jia forced out a bitter smile, her heart filled with bitterness. With teary eyes, she confessed, “Xiao Wenqing tricked me into confusing you and harming you, but my sole belief has always been to protect you, to prevent Xiao Wenqing from hurting you. I eavesdropped on Xiao Wenqing’s phone calls and secretly collected evidence against her, all to reveal everything to you one day.”

“Then why did you want to kill yourself?”

MO Xiuchen interrupted her confession abruptly. His facial features remained cold, unmoved by her impassioned plea.

“Because no matter what I do, Young Master MO never looks at me.”

As Cheng Jia said this, she mustered her courage to meet MO Xiuchen’s penetrating gaze.

MO Xiuchen suddenly laughed.

But his laugh was cold and mocking under the dim light. Cheng Jia’s face turned pale. She bit her lip and looked at him, her face filled with hurt.

“Cheng Jia, you said no matter what Xiao Wenqing makes you do, your only belief is to protect me. You really know how to lie.”

“I didn’t!”

Cheng Jia instinctively denied it, tears welling in her eyes.

Yet, MO Xiuchen chuckled coldly, his gaze sharp, despite the alcohol. “You have. You’ve been influenced by Xiao Wenqing, becoming scheming, deceitful, and remarkably selfish. Unless you make amends for these flaws, I will never regard you.”

Cheng Jia’s body began to shake, and tears finally fell down her cheek.

“You didn’t actually want to die this afternoon. Your suicide attempt was for your next goal. But I warn you,”

MO Xiuchen’s gaze became stern. His voice grew cold and incisive. “Little Liu is not someone you can hurt, nor is he someone you can use. That night, I gave you a chance to be with Little Liu. If you waste this opportunity, I’ll make you regret your choices!”

Cheng Jia’s tears paused at MO Xiuchen’s threat.

Her eyes filled with disbelief. How could MO Xiuchen know what she was thinking, and be so blunt about it? She now understood that it was MO Xiuchen who intentionally sent Little Liu to her house that night.

It was because of this that she hated him. She hated him for letting a driver humiliate her.

She had been ignoring Little Liu these past few days. But this afternoon, she suddenly sent him a message and then cut her wrist. It was the start of her revenge scheme. She intended to seduce Little Liu and make him fall hopelessly in love with her before…

“Xiao Wenqing has completely given up on you. If I reveal that you know many of her secrets, do you think she’ll let you go?”

MO Xiuchen had a cruel smile on his lips and said word by word, “I’ll give you a night to consider. Either, give up your malevolent thoughts, truly repent, and I

guarantee you safety. Maybe I’ll even regard you as a friend.”

He paused for two seconds. Seeing Cheng Jia, wrestling with complex emotions and doubt, he added slowly, “If you don’t choose the first path, there is only the second one. But remember, those who become my enemy usually end up miserable. Next time, I won’t be as kind in letting you off.”

Wen Ran was in a daze in her sleep, when she felt something wet touching her lips. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly as the touch intensified. She instinctively raised her hand to block the intrusion.

But her hand was immediately caught in a larger one. A masculine chuckle sounded by her ear, followed by someone biting at her earlobe. The sudden intrusion of a hot masculine scent roused her from her sleep.

“Ranran!”

Under the soft light, MO Xiuchen smiled at her, his gaze intense. His hand slipped under her skirt, his hot palm touching her soft skin. She began to feel restless, her body instinctively moved. “Xiuchen, stop fooling around, I’m really tired. ”

She wanted to take the day off and rest, but this man was relentless, even when she was asleep.

“Alright, go back to sleep.”

MO Xiuchen smiled tenderly and then, with great focus, did the pleasing deed he indulged in every day.

Wen Ran could no longer sleep. “Xiuchen, I’m really tired.”

“I know!”

“I will first get rid of your drowsiness, then there’s something important to discuss with you.”

MO Xiuchen was pleased with her response and modesty. He was enjoying the process of her falling for him. “Ranran, are you still sleepy?”

Much later,

Wen Ran felt drained and weak. Yet, the man next to her was more energetic than ever. “Ranran, Cheng Jia attempted suicide this afternoon, did you know?”

“Yeah, Nanny Zhang told me.”

Wen Ran was slightly surprised. She responded lightly. He had woken her up in the middle of the night. Just now, he said there was something important to discuss, only to talk about Cheng Jia. It didn’t seem like his style.

As if understanding her train of thought, MO Xiuchen gave a small smile. Still, his smile soon faded, and he said casually, “Cheng Jia didn’t really want to die.” “If she didn’t want to die, then why did she slit her wrists?”

Wen Ran looked at MO Xiuchen in surprise. His face, which was previously expressive of satisfaction, looked indifferent now.

She frowned slightly, thinking, and asked softly, “Could it be that she wanted to get your sympathy, or wanted Little Liu to feel guilty?”

MO Xiuchen’s mouth curved into a smile again, and there was a flash of approval in his eyes. “Ranran, you’re getting smarter and smarter. But don’t worry, I have already warned her very directly. Let’s not talk about this boring stuff, let’s sleep!”

Wen Ran: