Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

Chapter 830: She is indeed very good.

Zixuan had left less than ten minutes ago when Mo Jingteng knocked on Mo Xiuchen’s door.

Mo Xiuchen opened the door and said indifferently, “Dad, it’s so late, why aren’t you asleep?”

“Hmm, I need to talk to you.” Mo Jingteng frowned slightly, his aged face serious and his eyes

keenly fixed on Mo Xiuchen, who stood inside the door, looking cool and distant.

Mo Xiuchen’s gaze dropped slightly, and he stepped aside to let Mo Jingteng in.

“Dad, what is it?” The two sat down on the sofa, Mo Jingteng taking the spot Zixuan had just occupied, while Mo Xiuchen remained indifferent, asking in a calm tone.

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He had lost his memory, and although he no longer harbored the same resentment towards Mo Jingteng, he was still cold and distant towards him.

Mo Jingteng sighed softly and asked gently, “Xiuchen, you have been back for a while. Is everything okay in D Country?”

“No issues. I have instructed Secretary Wu; she can handle those matters,” Mo Xiuchen replied calmly. Despite being in the country, he was well informed about the affairs in D Country, as Secretary Wu regularly updated him.

Mo Jingteng gave an acknowledging grunt, his face breaking into a benevolent paternal smile, his tone gaining a hint of pleasure, “Xiuchen, ever since you dismissed Cheng Jia last time, I have been keeping an eye out for you. Today, I finally have results. I’ve selected ten distinguished young ladies from G City for you, all from wealthy and cultured families. They are well-educated and of good character.”

Mo Xiuchen’s expression darkened slightly, just as he was about to speak, Mo Jingteng continued without giving him a chance to interject, “I’ve already arranged everything. You’ll meet one each day. If you like someone, you won’t need to meet the rest. Two of them are daughters of MS Group’s clients, two are daughters of professors from T University, and there’s one more …”

Although Mo Jingteng was old and not in good health, his memory was still very sharp.

After finishing, he took an envelope out of his jacket pocket and handed it to Mo Xiuchen, “Inside, there are their photos and profiles, which I have already had someone send to your email.”

Mo Xiuchen narrowed his eyes and took the envelope handed to him by Mo Jingteng, casually throwing it on the table without a glance, and said lightly, “Dad, I don’t need to go on any blind dates without Cheng Jia.”

Mo Jingteng’s expression stiffened.

Mo Xiuchen, however, smiled slightly and looked at Mo Jingteng nonchalantly, “I heard from Cheng Jia that Ranran and I were very close before. Today, I saw Ranran, and I think she is indeed very nice.”

“Xiuchen, you …”

Mo Jingteng looked at Mo Xiuchen in shock.

For a moment, he found it hard to accept, this sudden reveal that he still wanted Wen Ran.

Mo Xiuchen’s eyes smiled, appearing truly happy, “Dad, although I’ve only seen Ranran once, I quite like her. I thought Cheng Jia was deceiving me before, but now I believe what she said was true—I must have been very close with Ranran in the past.”

“Xiuchen, you’re saying you’ve seen Wen Ran?”

Mo Jingteng’s voice trembled slightly, utterly shocked by Mo Xiuchen’s declaration, his sudden admission of liking Wen Ran.

Mo Xiuchen noticed Mo Jingteng’s shock, aware that he was trying hard to suppress his emotions. A hint of a cold sneer crossed the depths of his eyes as he calmly said, “Yes, I’ve met Ranran, but she seems to be avoiding me, probably upset about the time I spent with Cheng Jia in D Country. I’ve already explained it to her.”

“Explain what?”

Mo Jingteng was completely distracted by Mo Xiuchen’s words and instinctively asked.

Mo Xiuchen chuckled lightly, “Explain that I had no previous relationship with Cheng Jia. It seems Cheng Jia told Ranran a lot of nonsense, causing her to misunderstand me. Now when she sees me, she ignores me.”

As he spoke, Mo Xiuchen’s smile faded, and his handsome face suddenly turned gloomy. Not only did his gaze emit a chill, but his voice also carried a hint of anger: “That despicable woman, Cheng Jia, is really hateful. She deceived Ranran and even tried to drive a wedge between us.”

“What?”

Mo Jingteng was confused by Mo Xiuchen’s words—just a moment ago, he was talking about Wen Ran, and in the next instant, he mentioned Cheng Jia.

“Dad, wait a moment, I have something for you to listen to.”

Mo Xiuchen said sternly, stood up, walked to the bed, opened the drawer of the bedside table, took out a recording pen, returned to the couch, and handed it to Mo Jingteng, “Dad, this recording, was spoken by Cheng Jia herself when she was drunk.”

Mo Jingteng suddenly had a bad premonition.

His face changed, he took the recording pen but didn’t immediately press play. Instead, he looked at Mo Xiuchen, “Did you record this?”

He knew that Mo Xiuchen would definitely investigate his past, but he hadn’t expected him to obtain a recording of Cheng Jia so quickly. That woman thought she was clever, but in reality, she was foolish to death, useless beyond selling her body.

Mo Jingteng had always known that Cheng Jia was no match for Mo Xiuchen. This son of his was shrewd and ruthless, just like him.

Mo Xiuchen leaned back into the couch with a casual cross of his legs, the chilling aura about him dissipated a bit, now replaced with a hint of laxity, “Hmm!”

Mo Jingteng’s face changed color again.

Emotions started to appear on that old face, marked by years of experience. He lowered his eyelids and after a moment, as if having made up his mind, he finally pressed play.

The recording had been edited, containing only a few sentences spoken by Cheng Jia. Other than that, no other voices were heard. Yet, upon hearing those few sentences, Mo Jingteng’s face turned from pale to green, transforming colors in a spectacular manner.

Mo Xiuchen did not speak, a cold smirk appearing at the corners of his mouth. He watched indifferently as Mo Jingteng’s face changed colors. After a full minute of waiting, the latter exploded in rage, cursing, “Cheng Jia, that wretched woman, how dare she try to create such discord, cough…”

He coughed twice, suddenly feeling breathless and struggling to breathe, clutching his chest in pain and gasping out, “Medicine… Xiuchen… Give me…”

Mo Xiuchen’s gaze grew cold. The next moment, his tall figure rose from the couch and he walked over, supporting him while asking with concern, “Dad, what’s wrong?”

“I…”

Mo Jingteng looked up at Mo Xiuchen, his hand frantically, unconsciously reaching for his pocket. However, before his hand could find the pills, and before another word could leave his lips, his eyes closed and he passed out.

Mo Xiuchen, looking at Mo Jingteng collapsed on the couch, chuckled coldly, dismissively saying, “A man close to death, yet still so malevolent. I’ll save you this time, but if you faint again, just die next time. It’ll save everyone trouble if you are only thinking of harming others.”

After speaking, he leisurely took out his phone and made a call.