Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

Chapter 812: It’s not your fault.

Mo Xiuchen’s body stiffened.

A trace of loss flitted across the depths of his eyes as he removed his large palm from her face and grasped her small hand that covered her own lips. The softness of her palm stirred his heart and a flame seemed to surge within his body.

His gaze landed on her red lips, truly wanting to taste their sweetness, but the panic in her eyes was like a knife slashing across his heart, causing him pain. All his desires, he suppressed.

“Ranran, I’m sorry, just now, I just couldn’t control myself. You call Nanny Zhang and ask her to prepare some food; we’re going home now.”

Mo Xiuchen let go of her hand and sincerely apologized.

He really couldn’t control himself.

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Previously in D Country, regardless of how Cheng Jia tried to seduce him, he only felt disgust, never having any such thoughts, but facing Wen Ran, he always found himself easily distracted…

Wen Ran’s heartbeat had not yet settled down, and hearing Mo Xiuchen’s apology, she felt a pang of pain in her heart. She pursed her lips and said stiffly, “No need, I promised my brother that I would stay at his place tonight.”

Mo Xiuchen’s expression changed, “Ranran, are you saying this because of what just happened?”

Wen Ran forced a smile, pretending not to care, “No, I really promised my brother to stay over tonight. You know I have two brothers; I can’t play favorites.”

“Ranran, there’s something I’ve been wanting to talk to you about. How about this, let’s go back to the suburbs first, have dinner, and then I’ll take you to your brother’s. Are you going to Ah Kai’s house or to Wen Jin’s house?”

Mo Xiuchen’s lips thinned as he made a decision.

Wen Ran wanted to refuse; her heart was in turmoil, and she didn’t want, nor dare to stay with him anymore, but before she could refuse, Mo Xiuchen sat up straight, started the engine, not giving her the chance to say no.

She stared at Mo Xiuchen in astonishment as he started the car. Feeling her gaze, he turned his head and offered a slight smile; the car slipped away…

Wen Ran opened her mouth to speak, but ultimately swallowed her words. After Aston merged onto the roadway, she took out her phone and called Nanny Zhang, asking her to prepare some food.

“Ranran, what was that woman’s issue just now?”

Seeing her hang up the phone, Mo Xiuchen turned to look at her and asked casually.

Wen Ran blinked, saying indifferently, “That woman is Qi Meiling, she seems to really like Luo Haofeng. You probably knew her before as well.”

Qi Meiling had greeted him earlier, and Qin Mu recognized her, so Mo Xiuchen should know her too.

“Did she bully you?”

Mo Xiuchen was silent for a few seconds before he spoke again, his voice carrying a tinge of sadness. The drink on the woman’s dress must have been spilled by Ranran. When he had stepped out, he hadn’t missed the resentment in that woman’s eyes.

Wen Ran thought for a moment before answering, “Not really!”

“What do you mean, not really? Ranran, if she hadn’t provoked you, you definitely wouldn’t have spilled your drink on her. She likes Luo Haofeng, so why come bother you?”

Mo Xiuchen got to the heart of the matter. He had met Luo Haofeng a few times since his return from City C, and although he had lost his memory, he didn’t feel unfamiliar with them, so he addressed them just as he had before.

But now, his calling out the full name showed that he was annoyed.

Qi Meiling liking Luo Haofeng had nothing to do with Ranran, could it be…

Wen Ran detected his displeasure, her eyes flickered, and she explained softly, “She mistook me for someone else; I also only saw her last night in City C. I was with Xiaoxiao, and Qi Meiling mistook me for Xiaoxiao.”

“Bai Xiaoxiao?”

Mo Xiuchen’s eyebrows furrowed, as he asked calmly.

“Yes, I didn’t explain to her last night that I’m not Bai Xiaoxiao, which is why she came looking for me just now.”

“Ranran, that woman doesn’t look like good news at all, stay away from her in the future.”

A small twitch formed at the corner of Wen Ran’s mouth, but her heart warmed because of Mo Xiuchen’s words—he didn’t know Qi Meiling, yet he concluded she was bad news just because she had troubled Wen Ran.

How could she not love a man like him?

Her Mo Xiuchen, even with his lost memories, was still so protective of her.

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Returning to the suburban villa, Nanny Zhang had already prepared the meal, and Mo Xiuchen dined together with Wen Ran.

After dinner, Mo Xiuchen drove Wen Ran to the Wen Family house, but once in the car, he didn’t start the vehicle. Instead, he turned towards her, his gaze warm as he softly said, “Ranran, can we talk?”

Wen Ran pressed her lips together, meeting his tender gaze with her clear and bright eyes as she softly replied, “Alright.”

She could probably guess what Mo Xiuchen was going to say; it was something they would have to face sooner or later. It was better to have an open conversation about it.

She composed herself, listening to the low, warm tone of Mo Xiuchen’s voice by her ear, “Ranran, I know that for my sake, you made a promise to Cheng Jia that you would not be with me anymore.”

When Mo Xiuchen said this, Wen Ran’s complexion turned even paler.

Even though she knew he would bring up such things, the mere mention of it cut through her heart like a knife, causing her immense pain. She tightly pressed her lips together and remained silent.

A trace of tenderness and pain flickered in Mo Xiuchen’s eyes as he saw her pallor. His hatred towards Cheng Jia deepened with each glimpse of Ranran’s whitened face, especially after listening to that recording last night. It solidified his resolve never to let Cheng Jia off the hook.

“Ranran, I’m sorry. I never knew Cheng Jia was that kind of person, yet I allowed her to stay by my side for over two months.”

Wen Ran felt a sting in her eyes and diverted her gaze away from him, “Mo Xiuchen, it’s not your fault, and it has nothing to do with you.”

She never blamed him; on the contrary, it was for her that he had lost his memory.

“Ranran, I know that you’ve been avoiding me these days because of that promise, but you don’t have to believe in those things.”

In City C, Mo Xiuchen had seen Wen Ran cry, and now, seeing her eyes redden again, his heart felt as if it was being gripped by an invisible hand, a sense of indescribable pain seizing him instantly.

Wen Ran struggled to control herself, preventing her feelings of grievance from overflowing into tears.

In front of Mo Xiuchen, she always felt more vulnerable than with anyone else. Just one sentence from him made her feel a world of injustice, making her want to throw herself into his arms and cry her eyes out.

All those nights she missed him, she hoped that one day he would return from abroad and she could see him, but she was also afraid that Mo Xiuchen, having lost his memory, would look at her with unfamiliar eyes.

But Heaven had shown mercy, and Mo Xiuchen had not become a stranger.

Even without his memories, he still remembered her number and found her.

From that moment, Wen Ran was grateful, and she believed even more that some things didn’t cease to exist just because they were not believed in, like the fate between her and Mo Xiuchen, their love, their reunion…

The more touched she felt by everything, the more frightened she became, which is why she always lived in contradictory struggles, daring not to break the promise she had made.