Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

Chapter 811: 810 protects shortcomings, kiss her

Wen Ran frowned slightly and unconsciously took another step back, looking at the wet dress on Qi Meiling’s chest, she said lightly, “Miss Qi, I’m really sorry, it wasn’t intentional. You suddenly grabbed my hand, and I didn’t hold it steady, so it spilled on you.”

“You…” Qi Meiling trembled with anger, for this dress was the one she had pestered Luo Haofeng for a long time before he agreed to buy it for her.

And now, it was ruined by this detestable woman.

Just as she was about to step forward, Wen Ran added unhurriedly, “Also, Miss Qi, you’ve mistaken me for someone else; I am not Xiaoxiao, my name is Wen Ran. You should hurry and wash up and change your clothes; going out like this will damage your image.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Mo Xiuchen appeared at the door, his eyes instantly fixed on her. His lips curved into a smile as he called out, “Ranran,” and walked toward her with graceful steps.

Qi Meiling froze.

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“You’re not Bai Xiaoxiao?”

She had always thought that this woman was her love rival. Was she not?

“Ranran, do you not like this kind of setting?” Mo Xiuchen approached Wen Ran, his deep eyes tenderly gazing at her, completely ignoring Qi Meiling as if she were invisible, not sparing her a glance.

Wen Ran smiled and shook her head, “It’s okay, I just find it quieter outside.”

“Young Master Mo.”

Seeing that Mo Xiuchen was ignoring her, Qi Meiling’s brow knit together, and she called out to him.

Only then did Mo Xiuchen shift his gaze from Wen Ran’s face and look toward Qi Meiling. The next second, his handsome face slightly chilled, and a sharp glint burst from his eyes.

“Do you know Ranran?”

Qi Meiling’s eyes widened in surprise, “Young Master Mo, don’t you remember me? I’m Qi Meiling, Brother Haofeng…”

“I don’t know you. Also, next time you want a drink, get it yourself, don’t snatch Ranran’s.”

After finishing his words, Mo Xiuchen disregarded the dumbstruck Qi Meiling and turned back to appraise Wen Ran, “Ranran, are you alright?”

Wen Ran felt a warm rush in her heart, her smile brightened by a degree, “I’m fine, let’s go inside.”

“Alright!”

Mo Xiuchen smiled, naturally reaching out to hold her hand. Wen Ran was startled as he clasped her hand in his palm. The warmth from his palm instantly enveloped her heart, and she found herself unwilling to pull away.

Mo Xiuchen led her by the hand into the banquet hall, but suddenly stopped, knitting his brows lightly and shutting his eyes briefly. It seemed as if a similar scene flickered through his mind.

“Mo Xiuchen?”

Seeing him frown and shut his eyes, Wen Ran lightly called out to him in slight surprise.

Mo Xiuchen opened his eyes, his deep gaze fixing on her, “Ranran, just now, I think I remembered something.”

“What did you remember?”

Wen Ran’s heart trembled slightly, she pursed her lips, hesitatingly asked.

Mo Xiuchen blinked blankly, frowning and straining to make the fleeting scene in his mind clearer, but the more he tried to remember it, the more elusive it became.

“Just a scene, but I can’t remember it anymore.”

His voice was somewhat forlorn, the scene all too familiar to them now.

“If you can’t remember, then don’t force it.”

Wen Ran couldn’t bear to see him in pain, so she comforted him with a smile, “Actually, those memories are not important.”

Mo Xiuchen glanced at the crowd in the hall and suggested they leave. Seeing his complexion was a bit off, Wen Ran agreed. After informing the host of the party, the two of them left.

Once in the car, Mo Xiuchen turned slightly, a hint of apology surfacing in his eyes as dark as deep pools. He gazed intently at Wen Ran sitting beside him and whispered, “Ranran, I’m sorry. I don’t know why I can’t seem to remember…”

His voice was too deep, laden with guilt that made Wen Ran’s heart ache. She tightened up and instinctively interrupted him, “You don’t need to think about it, those things are already in the past.”

When he had been in D Country before, she had hoped he would remember the past, but now, she suddenly didn’t want him to remember anymore.

If he didn’t remember, he wouldn’t be saddened by those truths, and perhaps, one day in the future, he might even fall for another woman…

He was compensating her with the mansion now because he didn’t remember the past. If he did, he certainly wouldn’t have done so.

“Ranran, are you hungry?”

Mo Xiuchen didn’t continue with the earlier topic, instead, he calmed his emotions and asked gently.

His question was so abrupt, and with Wen Ran’s thoughts drifting, she didn’t catch on immediately. Stunned for a moment, she then responded, “A little.”

Hearing this, Mo Xiuchen’s lips curved into a light smile, “Let’s go home and eat then.”

At the mention of ‘going home’, Wen Ran’s eyes flickered, a complex emotion surfacing, “We could just find a place and eat something casually.”

“No, let’s go home. I really like the meals Nanny Zhang prepares. I’ll call her now to prepare some dishes, and we’ll eat at home.”

As Mo Xiuchen’s gaze swept over her dress, he considered taking her to a restaurant but feared other men might look at her.

When Wen Ran saw him staring at her with that same expression, she blinked, suddenly realizing something. Her originally fair cheeks instantly flushed a deep red, and she pursed her lips, lowering her gaze.

The atmosphere in the car subtly shifted in that moment.

Mo Xiuchen’s eyes landed on Wen Ran’s flushing cheeks, and it felt as though a chord in his heart had been plucked. His gaze suddenly grew darker and more fervent.

As if the woman beside him had a powerful magnetism, drawing him closer, his feelings for her at this moment were not related to their past. He couldn’t help but lean in closer, his voice slipping from his thin lips with a husky sensuality, “Ranran!”

Wen Ran’s heart trembled, feeling his breath closing in, startled, she looked up.

Unexpectedly, as she turned her face, her forehead brushed against Mo Xiuchen’s warm, thin lips, that tender touch causing her heart to skip a beat, her face flushing to the roots of her ears.

The heat in Mo Xiuchen’s eyes escalated rapidly, his well-defined palm caressing her burning cheek. As Wen Ran attempted to struggle, he slightly tightened his grip, whispering softly, “Ranran!”

Wen Ran’s heartbeat completely lost its rhythm. Her mind turned to mush under his endearingly gentle call, fully aware that she should push his hand away, that she should open the car door and leave immediately, yet her body remained frozen in her seat.

The subtleties in the air were replaced by a growing ambiguity, the temperature seemingly rising bit by bit. She felt her face heating up, her heartbeat erratic, yet she was powerless to stop it.

His rough fingers gently stroked her burning cheeks, his eyes deep and burning. The breath he exhaled seemed to flow into her lungs, coursing through her bloodstream…

This sensation, as if she were enveloped in a large net, made Wen Ran struggle to breathe at times. She simply stared wide-eyed at him, and as he softly called out ‘Ranran’ again, his handsome face drawing closer, about to kiss her lips, Wen Ran suddenly broke free from the encompassing net. Panic flashed in her eyes as she raised her hand to cover his mouth.