Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

Chapter 801: She is mine, before, now, and always.

Bai Xiaoxiao knew that her words were like a knife cutting into Wen Ran’s heart, but she had to say them. She couldn’t stand by and watch Wen Ran sink deeper into the abyss of love and pain.

She understood Wen Ran. If she herself had made such a venomous oath today, she wouldn’t dare to break her promise either. Perhaps people are like that, not caring about themselves, but caring about the ones they care about.

(It wasn’t just Wen Ran who was like that, Bai Xiaoxiao would be the same, and most people would; just like when someone sends a message that says failure to forward will result in the death of the recipient’s entire family, even though they know it’s not credible, it still makes them feel extremely uncomfortable.)

Moreover, for Wen Ran, it was an oath.

Her eyelids drooped slightly as she pursed her lips and stopped talking.

In her heart, she was considering Bai Xiaoxiao’s suggestion. If Mo Xiuchen truly didn’t want to let go, perhaps that was the only option she had.

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In G City, Mo Xiuchen ended the phone call, a trace of cold sharpness passing through his deep eyes as his thin lips pressed into a firm, unwavering line.

He had to uncover the truth in the shortest time possible.

Since Gu Kai and others who knew the insider details were keeping secrets, and Mo Jingteng had lied to him, his only choice now was to pry the answer from Cheng Jia’s mouth.

Putting down the phone, Mo Xiuchen dialed the internal line, telling his secretary to cancel the dinner engagement for the evening. He picked up the car keys, left the office, went downstairs, pushed open the door to Mo Zixuan’s office, and walked in.

In the office, Mo Zixuan was buried in files. Seeing him come in, a look of surprise crossed his handsome face. “What is it?”

Mo Xiuchen walked to the sofa and sat down, then said to him, “I want to make a deal with you.”

“A deal?”

Mo Zixuan frowned, watching Mo Xiuchen warily.

“Yes!”

Mo Xiuchen leaned back lazily into the sofa, stretching out his long legs casually, his gaze lightly sweeping toward Mo Zixuan behind the desk.

Mo Zixuan hesitated, then stood up and walked over, sitting down on the adjacent sofa. He looked inquiringly at Mo Xiuchen’s finely chiseled handsome face and spoke calmly, “If you still want to ask about Wen Ran, then as I’ve said before, I don’t know. And you don’t need to make any deal with me. If you want to know, go ask the old man or Cheng Jia.”

A slight curve formed at the corner of Mo Xiuchen’s mouth, but it didn’t form a smile; rather, it was laced with a hint of mockery and disdain, causing Mo Zixuan to frown.

“Don’t worry, I don’t want you to tell me about Ranran,” Mo Xiuchen said.

“Then what else is there?”

Mo Zixuan certainly didn’t believe him. Even though Mo Xiuchen had lost his memories and was unaware of their past grudges, their relationship remained distant.

He could stop hating Mo Xiuchen, but he found it impossible to like a brother who surpassed him in every aspect, especially with so many years of unresolved feelings and conflicts.

That day, Mo Zixuan told Mo Xiuchen that he had a share in Haochen, not as a favor for him.

Previously, he had given Wen Jin photos related to Cheng Jia. That afternoon among the people who went to see, there was Luo Haofeng. He guessed that Luo Haofeng would definitely use those photos for some purpose.

Even if he didn’t tell Mo Xiuchen, MS Group wouldn’t be able to beat Haochen anyway, so he did him a kindness that could flow with the current, choosing to stand with him when necessary, in between himself and Mo Jingteng.

Mo Xiuchen wasn’t in a hurry to speak, instead eyeing Mo Zixuan with a deep and thoughtful gaze.

Mo Zixuan felt an invisible oppressive force rushing towards him. He instinctively pursed his lips, averted his gaze, and avoided meeting his eyes.

About half a minute later, Mo Xiuchen finally spoke in a low voice that brooked no dissent, a natural air of authority that even Mo Zixuan had not possessed when he became president.

It was awe-inspiring.

“You go and make an appointment with Cheng Jia, have her tell the truth.”

Mo Zixuan’s eyes widened in astonishment, seemingly unable to believe Mo Xiuchen’s words; he wanted to know the truth, yet he did not go to ask, so why should he be the one to do it?

Thinking this, he blurted out, “Why don’t you ask her yourself? Cheng Jia is madly in love with you. With just a word from you, she would tell you anything.”

Mo Xiuchen snorted coldly and said disdainfully, “I don’t want to hear lies, and I don’t want to see her.”

He reached into his pocket, took out a voice recorder pen, and handed it to him, “No matter what method you use, as long as you can make Cheng Jia tell the truth, that’s all that matters.

“Why should I help you?”

Mo Zixuan frowned and asked displeasedly.

Mo Xiuchen’s gaze lingered on his face for a moment, he placed the voice recorder pen on the coffee table, his hands with distinct knuckles did not retract but instead bent slightly, his fingers unconsciously tapping on the glass surface. His handsome facial features became a bit more grim with the tapping sound, and he said coldly, “You were the president of MS Group before. Later, you committed a crime, and the old man had me come back to take your place. Don’t you want to sit in the president’s chair again? If you can get Cheng Jia to tell the truth, I’ll give the presidency back to you.”

Mo Zixuan laughed derisively, as if hearing a joke, “I’m no longer interested in the president’s position. You might as well offer me something else in exchange.”

“Like what?”

Mo Xiuchen’s half-closed eyes flashed sharply, he leaned forward from his position on the couch, suddenly releasing an aura that made Mo Zixuan feel even more oppressed.

Although he had not been back in the country for long, and had been on business trips during these days, with every day fully scheduled, he had briefly looked into the past between him and Wen Ran.

The media had mostly reported on the incident when Xiao Wenqing revealed Wen Ran’s past; the newspapers for that whole month were almost all about him and Wen Ran.

He also knew that Mo Zixuan was fond of his Ranran.

As expected, just as he thought, Mo Zixuan smiled and said, “I’ll get the truth from Cheng Jia, and you stay away from Ranran.”

“Choose another condition,” Mo Xiuchen rejected his request without a second thought.

What a joke, he was uncovering the truth precisely to mend his relationship with Ranran. He was confident and composed, knowing he had to find the reason to win her back.

“There’s no other condition, just this one. Otherwise, find someone else.”

Mo Zixuan was insistent. He knew that Wen Ran had sworn never to be with Mo Xiuchen again; therefore, since Mo Xiuchen had returned, Wen Ran had been hiding in City C and did not show her face.

In that case, he hoped Mo Xiuchen would give up on getting Wen Ran back, stop bothering her, and spare her the difficulty and pain.

Mo Xiuchen’s expression grew somber, he truly reached for the voice recorder pen, saying coldly, “Mo Zixuan, this matter doesn’t have to be you. I can find someone else to do it. I know you also like Ranran, but Ranran is mine, she was in the past, and she will be in the future.”

Having said that, he turned on his heel and left.

Mo Zixuan stood with his mouth half open, watching the door slam shut by Mo Xiuchen. He cursed resentfully, “Mo Xiuchen, you’re all alone now. Who else could help you but me?”

After cursing, he muttered another curse, got up and chased out of the office, calling out to Mo Xiuchen who had already walked a few meters away, “Wait a minute!”