Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

Chapter 808: 807 Without Your Permission

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Qing Feng and Qing Yang, among others, saw Mo Xiuchen return and didn’t want to disturb the two of them, so one by one, they reluctantly declined to join Wen Ran and him for a meal.

In the end, only Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran were left at the dining table.

Mo Xiuchen picked up his chopsticks, placed some food from in front of him into Wen Ran’s dish, and said gently, “Ranran, you must be hungry, eat more.”

Sitting down for a meal together with him like this felt somewhat unnatural to Wen Ran.

Looking at the food he had put into her dish, she asked softly, “Nanny Zhang said it was you who gave her the menu this morning, how do you know what I like to eat?”

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“Ranran, we’re husband and wife, I’m your husband, if I don’t even know what you like to eat, would I still qualify as a good husband?”

Wen Ran’s expression subtly shifted, her long lashes briefly hiding the flicker of sadness in her eyes; when she looked up again, a smile had returned to her lovely face, “Mo Xiuchen, we’re already divorced.”

“Let’s not talk about that, let’s eat.”

A tinge of bitterness seeped into Mo Xiuchen’s smile, but it was only for a moment, and he quickly regained his gentle and charming demeanor. With Wen Ran by his side, there was no need for pretense, because her mere presence made him feel warmth in his heart.

“Alright, let’s eat.” Wen Ran didn’t want to continue with the unhappy topics either and quietly began to eat.

Mo Xiuchen really didn’t bring up any more of those distressing subjects, he simply looked after her thoughtfully, urging her to eat more, while he himself ate more than usual, his lips curling into a warm smile.

It wasn’t until Wen Ran put down her chopsticks that Mo Xiuchen asked with a smile, “Ranran, how long do you plan to stay this time you’re back?”

“After the weekend, I’ll return to City C,” Wen Ran replied softly, having found the best attitude to take with him over the course of the meal,

Not too close, not too distant, neither overly familiar nor overly estranged.

Like an old friend known for many years, yet with the polite detachment of a distant acquaintance.

Mo Xiuchen gave an “Oh,” swallowed the food in his mouth, set down his chopsticks, and picked up his bowl to drink soup.

While he was bent over drinking his soup, Wen Ran’s gaze clung to him greedily. Mo Xiuchen drank the soup with civility and grace, finishing the bowl steadily before he looked up again.

“Since you’re staying for a couple of days and then heading back to City C, there’s no need to run back and forth—stay here at home for these two days,” he said. “The property deed, I’ve placed it in the second drawer of the vanity in the master bedroom. From now on, this is your home.”

Mo Xiuchen’s words were gentle, calm.

But emotions surged like tides in Wen Ran’s heart, relentless and unceasing.

She pursed her lips and said softly, “Mo Xiuchen, there really is no need for this—you don’t owe me anything, there’s nothing for you to compensate for.”

“Actually, it cannot really be considered compensation.”

Mo Xiuchen’s eyes were gentle as he looked at her, his voice still soft and placid, “Although I’ve lived in this place for more than two decades, I’ve lost my memory now and know nothing about it. Keeping it holds no significance for me. But it’s different for you; although you lived here briefly, you have beautiful memories. To put it selfishly, I don’t want you to forget our short-lived marriage.”

He didn’t speak words that would ask her to come back to him or to start over.

Last night, Mo Xiuchen thought all night long.

He pondered repeatedly on how to treat Ranran in the future, in a way that would not cause her to avoid him, or even worse, to flee far away.

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After much consideration, he decided not to pressure her any longer.

To maintain a friendship with her, to spare her any distress, he went through with the transfer of ownership in the morning, had Qing Feng and Qing Yang pick her up, and then he called her to tell her that simply being able to sit down and have lunch with her made him very happy.

Wen Ran lowered her eyelids, whispering, “I won’t forget.”

“Then don’t reject this place. Feel free to live here with peace of mind; without your permission, I won’t come to bother you,” Mo Xiuchen said with a hint of teasing in his voice by the end.

Wen Ran smiled as well, “You’re not the type to pester endlessly anyway, I believe that.”

“Is that so? What kind of person was I before?”

Mo Xiuchen raised an eyebrow, looking at Wen Ran with a face full of interest, wanting to hear her talk about how she saw him, what kind of person she thought he was.

Unfortunately, Wen Ran’s eyes flickered, and she didn’t answer his question. Instead, she stood up and reached out to clean up the dishes. Mo Xiuchen’s brows furrowed, and he quickly grabbed her wrist, “Ranran, you don’t need to do these things, Nanny Zhang will clean up later. Do you want me to take you to the hospital to see your brother?”

“No need, I’m going to go upstairs and take a nap. When I wake up, I’ll go to the hospital to find them.” Wen Ran didn’t want to continue being with Mo Xiuchen any longer. She pulled her hand back and added, “You should hurry back to the office!” Then she turned and walked away.

“Okay!” Mo Xiuchen answered from behind her.

He walked out of the dining room, his tall figure standing in the living room, watching Wen Ran go upstairs.

Standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows, Wen Ran watched Mo Xiuchen drive away, her lips curling into a tender smile. In fact, this was quite nice.

Being able to see him any time and sit down together for a meal and chat like old friends was more fortunate compared to those men and women who become enemies after divorce.

Wen Ran lay in bed and phoned Bai Xiaoxiao.

“Ranran, did Mo Xiuchen come back to have lunch with you?”

Bai Xiaoxiao asked on the other end of the phone. She guessed that Mo Xiuchen would return, which was why she had been reluctant to call Wen Ran, not wanting to interrupt their time together.

Propping herself up, Wen Ran leaned back against the headboard, speaking cheerfully, “Mo Xiuchen did come back, but now he’s already left. I’m about to sleep, so I’m calling you.”

“Ranran, you seem to be in a good mood. What, have you come to terms with everything?”

“I suppose you could say that. I’ve come to terms with it and I think it’s pretty good, really. There’s no need to be upset over not being able to be with Mo Xiuchen. Whether we’re together or not, I love him all the same, and that’s enough.”

“You’re right. What does being together or apart matter? It can’t stop you from loving him, and it can’t stop him from falling for you.”

After chatting for a while, Wen Ran hung up the phone and closed her eyes to sleep.

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At four in the afternoon, Qing Feng drove Wen Ran to Kangning Hospital.

Before Wen Ran’s return, she hadn’t told Gu Kai and the others; Mo Xiuchen found out from Qin Mu.

She went straight to Gu Kai’s office. Seeing her at the door, surprise flashed in Gu Kai’s eyes, and he joyfully called out, “Ranran,” quickly getting up from behind the desk and coming over to her. He grabbed her shoulders, “Ranran, when did you get back? Why didn’t you tell me? I would have gone to the airport to pick you up!”

Blinking, a smile bloomed in Wen Ran’s eyes, “Brother, I’m not that important of a person to need a pick-up. Especially for someone as busy as you—if I had delayed your surgery, I wouldn’t have been able to bear the responsibility.”