Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

Chapter 828: 827 You should be nicer to me, even nicer

Mo Xiuchen’s words, “Ranran, can you stay in G City?” made Wen Ran’s heart tremble!

A surge of warmth suddenly welled up in her heart, moisture glimmering in her watery eyes as she lightly pursed her red lips, unable to speak.

He hoped she would stay.

He wanted to be closer to her, even if she was unwilling to return to his side, he could still watch her from a short distance.

In each other’s eyes, they clearly saw the tender affection for each other, and for a moment, time seemed to stop. In their gaze, one was sorrowfully hesitant, the other patiently waiting.

He didn’t force her aggressively but asked, his tone undisguised with the hope that she would stay, “Ranran, would you consider my proposal, please?”

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Accustomed to Mo Xiuchen’s dominance, Wen Ran couldn’t bear to see him drop his pride like this; her heart felt as though it was being tightly clenched, indescribably painful.

After a long while, Wen Ran finally said softly, “Xiuchen, City C is not far from G City, I can come back on weekends. Haochen also has a part of you, and you can visit City C when you have time.”

“Ranran, I want to live in the same city as you.”

Mo Xiuchen smiled at her, his deep eyes brimming with tender affection. He loved her, not because of past memories, but because now, he had fallen in love with her.

“Xiuchen, give me some time.”

She couldn’t do it just yet; she too wanted to be reckless and be with him, but the vows she had once made always sprang up at any moment, making her feel almost driven mad.

A flicker of heartache passed through Mo Xiuchen’s eyes, then he smiled and said, “Alright, Ranran, I’ll wait for you in G City. However, you must promise me to take care of yourself in City C and not to worry me.”

Wen Ran’s eyes brimmed with tears, her face lit up with a bright, happy smile: “I will. The next time I come back, you might even complain that I’ve become fat.”

“Even if you turn into a pig, I won’t mind,” Mo Xiuchen joked, dissipating the sadness in the air, and Wen Ran gave him a playful glare, “Then should I aspire to become a pig?”

“That would be perfect; I’d like that,” Mo Xiuchen said.

The smile on Mo Xiuchen’s lips spread across his entire face, making his already handsome features even more strikingly charming. He reached out his long arms to pull her close, gently bringing Wen Ran into his embrace.

Caught in the scent unique to him, Wen Ran stiffened briefly, then gradually relaxed.

Mo Xiuchen made no further moves, simply holding her gently in his arms, while he picked up the remote and tenderly asked, “Ranran, what program do you like to watch?”

“It’s getting late; I want to go home.”

Wen Ran dared not stay too close for too long, fearing that she would find it too hard to leave.

As her words fell, she moved away from him, sitting upright on the sofa.

“Alright, I’ll take you home,” Mo Xiuchen said gently, smiling and standing up, “Let’s go!”

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On the way back, Wen Ran quietly watched the night scene receding outside the car window. Neon lights of the city reflected in her watery eyes, dispelling the faint sadness, and the night breeze carrying a light fragrance of flowers wafted in.

After a moment of silence, Mo Xiuchen turned to look at Wen Ran in the passenger seat and asked with a smile, “Ranran, in the future, could we get along like we did tonight, is that okay?”

Originally looking out the window, Wen Ran’s eyes paused, and turning her head, she met his smiling gaze.

Her heart warmed, and Mo Xiuchen’s words continued, “Just like ordinary friends, if you still feel uncomfortable, I don’t mind you treating me as your male best friend. Shopping, eating, watching movies, anything goes.”

His voice carried a touch of teasing, a hint of laziness, and a deliberate effort to clear any ambiguous lines with her, so she wouldn’t feel any psychological burden.

In Mo Xiuchen’s view, if his Ranran had sworn such harsh oaths for him, he was willing to step back to the status of ordinary friends and best friends—it was all acceptable as long as she did not treat him as a stranger.

He really hoped she could always be as happy as she was tonight.

Wen Ran widened her eyes in astonishment and looked at Mo Xiuchen’s smiling, handsome face with incredulity, wondering if she should laugh or cry with such an outstanding male best friend.

The smile on Mo Xiuchen’s lips lingered, his gaze paused on her for two seconds before he turned his head, focusing ahead.

“To have the CEO of MS Group as my male best friend, what kind of fortune did I accumulate in my past lives?”

A radiant smile burst through Wen Ran’s eyes, her tone clear and joyful.

Seeing her agreement, Mo Xiuchen’s face brightened with joy, and he laughed, “Ranran, so you need to treat me, your male best friend, a bit better, even better, you know? Remember to call me in your free time, send me a message when you can, invite me for a meal every week, always take me with you when you go shopping, and invite me whenever there’s a good movie…”

“Pfft—”

Wen Ran couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

She was patting her chest, looking at Mo Xiuchen’s spirited expression and clear, bright eyes, and asked with amusement, “Is there such a high-maintenance male best friend like you?”

“There is, and that’s me.”

Mo Xiuchen raised his eyebrows, answering with easy confidence.

The two teased each other along the way, and before long, they arrived at the Wen Family’s home.

Aston slowly stopped in front of Wen’s villa, Mo Xiuchen glanced out of the car window at the villa, unbuckled Wen Ran’s seat belt, and was about to open the door to get out, but Wen Ran stopped him, “Mo Xiuchen, don’t get out, I can go in by myself.”

A hint of reluctance flashed in Mo Xiuchen’s eyes, but he smiled and nodded, “Okay!”

Wen Ran returned his smile, opened the car door, and got out. Before closing the car door, she quietly admonished, “Be careful on the road, and text me when you get home.”

“I’ll wait till you’re inside before I leave!”

Mo Xiuchen’s tone was gentle, his gaze tenderly fixed on her.

Wen Ran didn’t refuse, and to reassure him, she entered the villa under his watchful eyes.

Auntie Li was home alone; her brother Wen Jin had not yet returned. It was still early in the evening, so Wen Ran didn’t go upstairs but sat in the living room, turned on the TV, and casually flipped through channels to pass the time.

About twenty minutes later, her message tone sounded, “Boss, that guy sent you another message.”

Hearing this tone, Wen Ran herself couldn’t help but smile, suddenly wanting Mo Xiuchen to hear this tone, wondering what his expression would be if he heard himself referred to as ‘that guy.’

She took out her phone and read the message, “Ranran, I’m home!”

It was a very brief message, but Wen Ran’s lips gently curved upwards, and her gaze tenderly lingered on those words, unconsciously filled with a layer of dense tenderness.

She had just gotten distracted when she was pulled back by the notification tone, ‘Boss, that guy sent you another message.’ The message was still from Mo Xiuchen, “Ranran, tonight was the happiest night I’ve had in a long time.”

Wen Ran’s heart was full of tenderness, but his message soaked a hint of sourness and heartache into it, yet her smile was even brighter than before. In less than half a minute, Mo Xiuchen’s third message followed, sweeping like a storm through the lake of her heart, stirring up tidal waves within…