Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

Chapter 791: Don’t appear in front of me 790

Mo Xiuchen only asked her that question, but in the moment he saw her face turn pale, the iciness in his eyes instantly solidified.

This damnable woman, she must have taken advantage of his memory loss and posed as his fiancée.

If he truly had a woman he loved, it would definitely be Wen Ran, not Cheng Jia, a woman he couldn’t bring himself to like. Last night, although he glanced at the photo on Wen Ran’s phone unintentionally, he clearly saw himself in the group photo, looking at Wen Ran with such gentleness.

“Mo Xiuchen, have you been listening to some nonsense?” Cheng Jia tried hard to suppress the panic in her heart, her face pale, gazing at Mo Xiuchen with tearful eyes.

“What nonsense do you think I’ve been listening to?”

Mo Xiuchen narrowed his eyes and coldly asked.

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Cheng Jia didn’t dare meet his eyes and lowered her head, biting her lip, and said sadly, “Mo Xiuchen, I don’t know what went wrong, but ever since you lost your memory, you started to despise me. I’ve recently heard about a type of hypnotism, that can be done when a person is unconscious, and after the subject wakes up, they…”

“You mean, I was hypnotised, and that’s why I forgot you and started disliking you?”

Mo Xiuchen’s voice was devoid of any emotion. This Cheng Jia was indeed infuriating.

“Mo Xiuchen, I just can’t understand why you despise me so much. What I said just now was just my speculation. You didn’t treat me like this before you lost your memory.”

“How did I treat you?”

Mo Xiuchen picked up his cup, idly playing with it.

“You were very good to me before.”

“Is that so?”

Mo Xiuchen’s lips curved into a cold, charming arc. Cheng Jia nodded heavily, “Yes, Mo Xiuchen, you were very good to me before you lost your memory, you could never bear to see me upset.”

“By my identity, if I truly treated you well before, I believe everyone would know. If we were really engaged, it would not have been silent. How about this; if you can prove how I treated you well before, I will believe you.”

“Mo Xiuchen, of course I can prove it. This necklace was given to me by you, look.” Cheng Jia felt a glimmer of hope rising in her heart, she immediately pulled out the necklace around her neck to show him.

The necklace was indeed given by him.

However, it was what he gave her initially when she posed as Mo Xiuchen’s saviour.

At that time, he only felt a sense of familiarity with Wen Ran and hadn’t fallen in love with her, otherwise, he wouldn’t have given a necklace to Cheng Jia.

“At our engagement, weren’t the media invited?”

Mo Xiuchen’s icy gaze brushed over the necklace on her neck, his expression seemed to soften slightly, and the cold air enveloping him wasn’t as intimidating as before.

“No, I don’t like flaunting, so you went along with me.”

“Is that so?”

Mo Xiuchen asked coldly.

“Mo Xiuchen, I didn’t lie to you.”

“Then what is this?”

Mo Xiuchen finished speaking, suddenly pulled out a newspaper from the chair in front of him and handed it to Cheng Jia. The newspaper was from last year.

However, when she saw the front-page headline of the newspaper, Cheng Jia’s face turned as pale as snow, utterly white.

If Mo Xiuchen’s words just now made her panic and afraid, at this moment, she felt truly desperate.

The content of the newspaper was about her; the photo on the front-page headline was hers. Of course, it was not just her, there was also Little Liu.

That night, she wanted to seduce Mo Xiuchen, but instead fell into his trap and ended up spending a night with Little Liu. The next morning, Xiao Wenqing and a group of reporters broke into the neighborhood…

Mo Xiuchen savored the succession of various expressions flashing across her face, confusion, panic, despair; the cold corners of his mouth deepened bit by bit, “Cheng Jia, do you have anything else you want to explain?”

“I…” Cheng Jia bit her lip, at a loss for words.

She couldn’t have imagined in her wildest dreams that Mo Xiuchen would get last year’s newspaper. If he could get a newspaper about her, would that indicate he’s read all the other news reports?

If it were an ordinary person, she might be able to deceive them with ease.

But this person was Mo Xiuchen, not only sagacious and wise, but also the president of MS Group. With his status, he naturally gets the attention of the media, to find some information was not difficult.

This was also the reason why Cheng Jia did not want Mo Xiuchen to return to the country, she was afraid he would investigate her past as soon as he came back.

It seemed Mo Xiuchen did not have the patience to continue the charade with her. He took out his wallet and said coldly, “In a while, I will call the accounting department to settle your salary, and after that, do not appear in front of me again.”

When he finished, he stood up and prepared to leave.

Cheng Jia was terrified. Disregarding her aching foot, she panicked and rushed over, fearfully saying, “Mo Xiuchen, listen to my explanation, it’s not what you think, I was, I was framed, I have nothing to do with that Little Liu.”

“Framed?”

Mo Xiuchen shook off her hand, disdainfully brushing his sleeve that she had grabbed.

“Yes, I was framed.” Cheng Jia kept nodding her head, her brain spinning rapidly. Under Mo Xiuchen’s sharp gaze, she grit her teeth, “Mo Xiuchen, I was framed by a woman named Wen Ran.”

Mo Xiuchen suddenly laughed.

Seeing his smile, Cheng Jia felt as if a sharp knife was piercing her, her body trembled violently, her foot pain made her break out in cold sweat.

“Cheng Jia, do you think you are too smart, or do you think I’m too stupid?”

Having said this, Mo Xiuchen turned and left.

“Mo Xiuchen, don’t go, listen to me.” Cheng Jia saw him leaving and impulsively chased after him again. However, as soon as her hand touched Mo Xiuchen’s arm, she was fiercely shaken off. Her foot was already in pain, and Mo Xiuchen’s force was not light. With a cry, she fell to the ground.

Her head hit the corner of the chair, and her arm hit the leg of the table. The pain in her unhealed ankle was piercing. Cheng Jia saw stars flashing in front of her eyes and almost passed out from the pain.

Mo Xiuchen paid and left.

Cheng Jia was in so much pain it brought tears to her eyes, but she didn’t dare to let out a sound, her face ghastly pale. She watched Mo Xiuchen’s figure disappear at the entrance. A waitress came over and asked her, “Miss, do you need help?”

She glared hatefully at the waitress, venting her anger on the waitress, and scolded, “Get lost.”

The waitress, who was kindly rebuffed, had excellent manners nonetheless and treated her customers as deities. She silently turned around and left.

Cheng Jia swallowed her pain, slowly stood up, sat down on the chair, angrily tore up the newspaper and growled through gritted teeth, “Wen Ran, I will not let you go.”

Regardless of whether Wen Ran told Mo Xiuchen about this or not, in Cheng Jia’s eyes, Mo Xiuchen’s dislike and aversion towards her were all because of Wen Ran, that vile woman who charmed Mo Xiuchen.