Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

Chapter 713: 712 Sorry, you dialed the wrong number

Wen Ran uttered “hello” into the phone.

No sound came from the other end of the call.

Through the distant signals, she could faintly hear a gentle breath on the other side.

Her heart clenched abruptly.

Clenching her phone tightly, her slender figure froze in the stairway, holding her breath.

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Just as she thought that the other party would not speak.

A voice came through, carrying three parts of a familiarity and two parts of a heart-wrenching confusion: “Who is this?”

Wen Ran’s heart that had been clenched just before the voice entered her ears.

Her heart then became like a wild horse that had slipped its reins, completely out of her control, pounding as if it was about to leap out of her chest.

The two words she longed to say nearly slipped out.

Something rushed quickly past her nose and welled up in her eyes.

She bit her lip tightly, her slim shoulders trembling slightly.

The other party couldn’t hear her voice, and sighed softly.

As if speaking to himself, he said, “Just now, I suddenly remembered a string of numbers in my dream, so I tried dialling this number.”

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Wen Ran could not imagine how lost and lonely Mo Xiuchen must be at this moment.

His voice was quiet and deep, yet there was a worrying sadness that tugged at heartstrings.

“I’m sorry, you’ve called a wrong number.”

Wen Ran hung up right after she said that.

It felt like if she hesitated a little while longer, the other party would crawl out from the signals towards her.

Tears welled in her eyes as she gazed intensely at the phone screen, displaying the call duration of less than a minute.

Her heart felt like it was being sliced into pieces by a knife and brutally crushed beneath a foot, the pain was unbearable.

At this time in D Country, it was only about four in the morning, the sky was not yet bright.

He said he suddenly remembered a string of numbers in his dream.

So he tried to dial this number.

The thought alone was enough to make tears fall from Wen Ran’s eyes, like a string of pearls severed.

Mo Xiuchen, I’m sorry, sorry.

I’ve promised not to appear in your life again, I just want you to live well, more than I want us to be together.

In a luxurious apartment somewhere in D Country.

Mo Xiuchen, wearing pajamas, was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

Looking out through the transparent glass, the skyline was sparse with flickering stars, reflecting the city lights, deserted and desolate.

Raising his hand to gently press his temples, he closed his eyes.

He tried to remember the scenes in his dream, but no matter how much he thought about it, it was all in vain, leaving him with a headache.

The only thing he remembered was a string of numbers.

When he dialed that string of numbers earlier, he felt strangely excited.

Subconsciously feeling that the person on the other end must have an unusual relationship with him, but it turned out to be a woman.

The voice that came from the phone was lovely, gentle and graceful, bringing about tranquility like a babbling brook in the mountains, and soft like a gentle breeze brushing one’s face. It was hard to describe, but just a few words made him feel an inexplicable warmth.

But she said he had dialed a wrong number.

That warmth in his eyes instantly froze over, replaced by deep loneliness.

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window for about ten minutes.

He went back to his bed, had barely closed his eyes when he opened them again, picked up his phone, and saved the number he had just wrong-called under a randomly selected character.

The day after he asked Cheng Jia to book a flight back home, his grandfather called him, asking him to stay in D Country and develop the European market.

Since he was going to stay for a prolonged period, there was no need to stay in a hotel daily. When he asked Cheng Jia to find two apartments, Cheng Jia looked at him with surprise and asked, “Mo Xiuchen, why should we get two apartments?”

He casually responded, “I’m not used to living with others. You find two apartments, we each live on our own.”

Cheng Jia dared not defy his order but was reluctant to be too far away from him, so she found two opposing apartments, living as neighbors, right across from him.

Mo Xiuchen was not someone who could easily be manipulated.

Even though he had lost his memory, he wouldn’t completely believe in whatever anyone told him.

Before he regained his memory, he was unlikely to have any intimate relations with Cheng Jia.

He put down his phone, closed his eyes, and kept thinking about that string of numbers before falling asleep.

**

“Young lady, what’s wrong with you?”

Nanny Zhang came out from the kitchen just in time to see Wen Ran weeping silently at the stairway on the second floor.

Her face changed instantly, and words of concern slipped out of her mouth.

Wen Ran’s thoughts were interrupted by Nanny Zhang’s voice.

An awkward expression flashed across her face, and she quickly wiped away her tears.

She managed a weak smile, “Nanny Zhang, I’m fine.”

Nanny Zhang didn’t ask further. She didn’t really need to guess to know that the young lady was missing the young master so much that it made her cry.

Although they had been married not long, over this past half year, Nanny Zhang had personally witnessed their love and happiness.

Her heart ached too.

Wen Ran swiftly descended the stairs, said, “Nanny Zhang, I have some things to take care of, so I won’t have dinner here today,” and headed towards the door.

Nanny Zhang’s lips moved, but in the end, she didn’t voice out to stop her. She just watched Wen Ran walk out of the living room.

Having stepped outside, Wen Ran gave the blueprints to Qing Feng and Qing Yang, instructed them a few words, then drove away from the villa.

**

“Ranran, what are you thinking about?”

When Gu Kai came home, Wen Ran was leaning on the sofa, staring blankly at her phone.

The bright crystal chandelier light fell on her glowing, fair cheeks, casting a faint halo. Looking at her, one couldn’t help but feel pity.

He approached her, yet she was still unaware, completely engrossed in her own world.

Upon hearing his voice, she snapped back to reality.

Her eyes met his, shining with amusement. She gave a faint smile, shaking her head and said, “Nothing much, Brother, if you come back any later, I’d have starved to death.”

Gu Kai chuckled, reaching out to ruffle her hair, “I was delayed by a slight mishap on the way. You should have eaten first if you were hungry.”

“What mishap?”

A trace of worry crossed Wen Ran’s eyes, thinking he might have been involved in a car accident.

Gu Kai’s eyes flickered, nonchalantly saying, “Don’t worry, it’s not a car accident or anything like that, I just ran into someone I know.”

Upon hearing his words, Wen Ran relaxed and joked, “Who did you meet? Could it be your first love or something? You’re half an hour late.”

“Nonsense, I’ve never dated, where would a first love come from?”

Gu Kai glared at her, an image of an angry little face flashed through his mind, and without realizing, his brows furrowed slightly.

He never expected to meet that woman again.

Unfortunately, he chased after her straightaway, but in the end, he was still thrown off by that woman.

He secretly vowed in his heart that the next time he encounters her, he will not give her the chance to escape again.

“Big brother, what are you thinking? Did I really guess right?”

Wen Ran squinted her eyes, her gaze probing Gu Kai who was lost in thought. The more she observed him, the more suspicious he seemed.

Gu Kai collected his thoughts, pulling her up from the couch.

He smiled, “Dad’s having dinner with some people tonight and won’t be coming home. Let’s go have dinner.”