Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

Chapter 844: 843 Showing off Affection

Shen Yuting’s gaze swept across Mo Xiuchen, her smile radiant as she looked at Wen Ran.

Wen Ran’s hand was still clasped within Mo Xiuchen’s broad palm. She lightly struggled, but the man beside her didn’t seem to intend to let go. She looked up and met his eyes brimming with smiles.

It seemed as if he had been waiting for her to look up and meet his gaze.

No extra words were needed, just that second of mutual eye contact was enough to make others envious to the point of jealousy.

Shen Yuting chuckled softly and teased, “Ranran, it seems I made a huge mistake letting you bring Mo Xiuchen along. Displaying your affection like this, is it really okay?”

Wen Ran avoided Mo Xiuchen’s gaze, suddenly feeling the sun extra scorching, heating up her face. She glared at Shen Yuting, then forced a smile and said, “Sister Ting, didn’t you want to buy clothes? Let’s go.”

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Shen Yuting nodded and glanced at Mo Xiuchen. She suddenly took Wen Ran by the hand and joked:

“Mo Xiuchen, with you and Ranran being all lovey-dovey, I feel embarrassed to tag along with you guys. I’ll borrow Ranran for a bit, and after we’re done shopping, I’ll return her to you.”

As Shen Yuting grabbed Wen Ran’s other hand and pulled her away, Mo Xiuchen instinctively let go. But the smile in his deep eyes faded, and his expression became stern, lacking the tenderness he had just shown Wen Ran.

Wen Ran chuckled, looked up at Mo Xiuchen, and said, “Mo Xiuchen, if you’re tired, you can go back and rest. Later, I’ll get Sister Ting to drop me off at home.”

“When did Mo Xiuchen come back?” Upon hearing this, Shen Yuting’s brows rose with concern as she looked towards Mo Xiuchen.

“Last night, past midnight.”

Mo Xiuchen replied succinctly, a faint smile curving his lips, “Ranran, I’m not tired. Let’s go, I’ll accompany you for a while, and you can also buy me a couple of clothes while we’re at it.”

Wen Ran’s mouth twitched as she looked into Mo Xiuchen’s smiling eyes, then she lowered her gaze to the shirt on him. That morning, she noticed that he was wearing the shirt she had bought for him.

The shirt he and Gu Kai wore was white, Wen Jin’s was light blue, and Gu Yan’s was a darker shade.

Actually, Wen Ran thought Mo Xiuchen looked good in any color. After all, with his handsome face and a physique to rival a male model’s, even street market clothes seemed as elegant as a global brand on him.

Seeing her eyes on his shirt, Mo Xiuchen’s smile grew even wider, and he happily said, “Ranran, the clothes you bought are very comfortable. I really like them. From now on, you’re in charge of buying my clothes.”

“Mo Xiuchen, you’re really taking it for granted, not even asking if Ranran is willing,” Shen Yuting laughed.

“Ranran is willing,” Mo Xiuchen answered confidently, his deep, magnetic voice containing a trace of assurance.

Shen Yuting looked at Wen Ran, who just smiled without speaking, and she couldn’t help but sigh, “I really shouldn’t have allowed Ranran to bring you. Mo Xiuchen, perhaps you should just go back and rest. You look very tired. Business trips are exhausting enough, and you only came back home last night, how can you endure this?”

“Or you can shop by yourself, and Ranran can accompany me back,” Mo Xiuchen’s smile diminished.

“No, I finally got Ranran to accompany me on a shopping spree. Let’s go, and don’t you dare get impatient later.”

Shen Yuting finished speaking and pulled Wen Ran away.

The three of them went shopping together, with Shen Yuting clinging to Wen Ran’s hand the entire time, preventing her from getting too close to Mo Xiuchen. They started with women’s clothing; the street was lined with designer brands for both men and women, all of outstanding quality.

At the first brand-name women’s clothing store, Shen Yuting tried on three dresses, two long ones, one of which was a strappy style and the other a strapless design. Boasting a good figure, she appeared more voluptuous and sensual compared to Wen Ran, who had grown slender over the days.

Especially in the strapless long dress, she looked irresistibly sexy and enticing.

“Ranran, do I look pretty?”

As soon as Shen Yuting stepped out of the dressing room, she twirled around excitedly and asked.

Wen Ran smiled and nodded, praising her, “Sister Ting, you’re almost turning into a fairy. The dress seems tailor-made for you, indescribably beautiful.”

“Oh, you say everything looks pretty on me, but your word alone doesn’t count.” Shen Yuting complained briefly before turning to Mo Xiuchen beside her, “Mo Xiuchen, you definitely have a better eye than Ranran. Help me see if it really looks good, will you?”

Mo Xiuchen had been looking at another dress. Hearing Shen Yuting’s words, he turned his head, his narrow eyes sweeping over her, and said indifferently, “Not bad.”

With that, he casually picked up the dress he had been eyeing and handed it to Wen Ran with a gentle voice, “Ranran, try this dress on.”

“I bought a lot the other day, I’m not buying today.”

Wen Ran smiled and shook her head, but Mo Xiuchen caught her hand without explanation, and assertively yet tenderly pushed her into the dressing room, dropping the words, “Try it, then come out,” before shutting the door for her.

A flash of dismay crossed Shen Yuting’s eyes when she saw Mo Xiuchen merely glance over her before dismissively answering “Not bad,” and then pushing Wen Ran into the dressing room. Biting her lips, she entered another dressing room to change her clothes.

Inside the dressing room, Shen Yuting looked at her curvy figure in the mirror and suddenly felt a wave of sadness. She couldn’t understand why Mo Xiuchen, despite having lost his memory, still treated every woman coldly as before but was warm as spring to Wen Ran.

She remembered the day Jiang Liu asked her, “You collected Cheng Jia’s newspapers to expose her true colors to Mo Xiuchen, why didn’t you ask for my help…”

Grasping the hem of her dress, her hand suddenly tightened as she pushed aside a certain thought and pulled down the zipper…

Shen Yuting and Wen Ran came out of the dressing rooms simultaneously. When Wen Ran appeared in the dress selected by Mo Xiuchen, his gaze immediately fixed on her, his lips curling up slightly as he stepped forward, his tall and stout figure examining her closely, “Ranran, this dress looks truly beautiful on you.”

This heartfelt compliment, unlike the perfunctory ‘not bad’ he gave to Shen Yuting, was like night and day. A nearby clerk immediately also praised Wen Ran as if a fairy had descended.

Hearing the clerk’s praise, Mo Xiuchen’s lips formed a satisfied curve, and he directed the clerk to bag the other two dresses, noting his own measurements. Wen Ran felt both surprised and slightly embarrassed.

As if seeing through what she was thinking, Mo Xiuchen chuckled lightheartedly, “Ranran, I must have helped you buy clothes before. This size, it seems I’ve memorized it long ago.”

Seeing a nearby clerk covering her mouth to hide a laugh, Wen Ran blushed and gave him an annoyed glance, “Nonsense, if you really remembered my size, why don’t you remember other things?”