Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

Chapter 910: 909 He’s being tricky.

Wen Ran chatted with Wen Jin for nearly half an hour. She looked up at the time on the wall, stood up, and said with a giggle, “Brother,

I won’t disturb your work anymore. I’ll be leaving now.”

“You’ve already disturbed me for half an hour; it doesn’t matter if you disturb me for a whole morning. Have lunch with me at noon to make it up to me,” Wen Jin said with a laugh as he too stood up and teased her.

Wen Ran gave him a reproachful look, “Brother, I won’t stick around and make you treat me to lunch; I’ll come back another day.”

“The heartless girl, once you’ve got a husband, you forget all about your brother.” Even though Wen Jin was complaining, his brows showed an indulgent smile. He escorted her to the door, and Wen Ran stopped him from going further.

Wen Jin nodded, but reminded her to visit him more often and not to spend all her time with Mo Xiuchen.

“Brother, when I have some time, I will definitely find you a sister-in-law to keep you company, so you won’t be lonely,” Wen Ran said, then ran away before Wen Jin’s hand could reach her head.

“Miss Wen, where to now?”

Once she got into the car, Qing Feng asked.

Wen Ran glanced at him and answered, “Let’s go find Xiuchen. Why are you sweating so much?”

The temperature had dropped several degrees today, a crisp autumn chill in the air after the rain; Wen Ran was even wearing a not-so-thin coat. Qing Feng, on the other hand, had taken off his jacket, wearing only a short-sleeved shirt, his face still beaded with sweat.

He must be really hot.

Qing Feng chuckled proudly and said, “Miss Wen, I just had a contest with Qing Yang, and although I sweated a bit, I won.”

Qing Yang shot him a cold glare, his voice filled with frustration, “If you hadn’t cheated, could you have won?”

“That’s called military strategy,” Qing Feng replied nonchalantly, eyebrows raised, exuding an air of pride that only cared for the outcome and not the means.

Wen Ran looked at Qing Yang’s frustration and then Qing Feng’s pride; she couldn’t help but laugh as well, asking curiously, “Qing Yang, how did Qing Feng cheat?”

Qing Yang glared fiercely at Qing Feng before saying to Wen Ran, “Miss Wen, while we were waiting for you, Qing Feng said we should have a match to kill time. But just when he was about to lose, he cheated.”

Wen Ran’s face was full of curiosity. Seeing Qing Yang stop talking, she urged him, “Go on.”

“He looked past me and said Cheng Jia was there. I got distracted and lost.”

Seeing Qing Yang’s outraged face, Wen Ran burst into laughter. Not wanting to prolong his embarrassment, she quickly suppressed her laughs, turned serious, and looked at Qing Feng, “Qing Feng.”

“Miss Wen, I didn’t expect him to get distracted,” Qing Feng said, his eyes flickering as he felt somewhat guilty under Wen Ran’s gaze.

Wen Ran stared at him for a few seconds before saying, “I’m not against using your wits to win, but the way you did it isn’t right. What if one day you cry wolf; what will you do then?”

Qing Feng blinked and immediately adopted a serious expression, reflecting on his actions, “You’re right, I didn’t consider it thoroughly. Next time, I won’t use that method to win anymore, I’ll come up with a better strategy.”

“Yeah, that’s more like it.”

Wen Ran watched Qing Feng’s earnest pondering face with amusement, but seeing Qing Yang’s expression growing darker by the second, she dared not laugh out loud, and turned to Qing Yang in the driver’s seat, “Qing Yang, let’s drive.”

“Okay.”

Qing Yang was still feeling upset inside. Miss Wen and Qing Feng actually discussed right in front of him how to outsmart him with other methods next time?

Those two, really!

“Qing Feng, stop talking. Qing Yang will get angry in a bit.” As the car hit the road, Wen Ran immediately stopped Qing Feng from continuing. In fact, both Qing Feng and Qing Yang weren’t that old, just in their twenties, it’s just that they were healthier and more robust than the average young man due to military training.

But they weren’t the muscular type of men. On the contrary, they both had great physiques—well-defined muscles and handsome faces.

Once Wen Ran spoke out, Qing Feng didn’t dare to go on with the previous topic and changed the subject, saying, “Miss Wen, my grandfather’s birthday is next week, and Qing Yang will be taking leave to go home.”

“Are you not going back?” This wasn’t Wen Ran asking but Qing Yang, who was driving. He turned his head and looked at Qing Feng in surprise.

“Focus on driving.” Qing Feng frowned and admonished, and Qing Yang immediately concentrated on watching the road ahead.

Qing Feng glanced at Wen Ran before explaining, “Originally, for my grandfather’s seventieth birthday, I should go back too, but since Cheng Jia is still untraceable. Qing Yang and I have been commanded by Young Master Mo to protect you, we absolutely can’t both take leave at the same time. It’s fine for Qing Yang to go back by himself.”

“It’s okay, you can go back too. I just won’t run around those days, or wherever I go, I can just have Mo Xiuchen accompany me.”

After living with them for a few months, Wen Ran didn’t think of them as bodyguards but as friends. Qing Feng and Qing Yang had never taken time off before—it was natural that they should be able to go back for their grandfather’s birthday.

Qing Feng quickly shook his head, “No need, Miss Wen, it’s enough for Qing Yang to go back alone.”

“Why don’t you go back alone? Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to,” Qing Yang revealed Qing Feng’s scheme.

“Ah, is there another scheme?” Wen Ran blinked, her eyes inquisitively fixed on Qing Feng. Before Qing Feng could explain, Qing Yang said, “Miss Wen, Qing Feng is afraid he’ll have to go on blind dates if he goes back, so he’s making me go back alone.”

“So that’s why.” Wen Ran looked at Qing Feng with a smile, but her words were directed at Qing Yang, “Qing Yang, if I were you, I’d go back. Since the two of you look so alike, if you take Qing Feng’s place on the blind date, you probably won’t deceive anyone.”

“Miss Wen, how could you say that?”

Qing Feng cried out in shock. How could Miss Wen help Qing Yang, this blockhead, come up with ideas?

Yet Qing Yang’s eyes lit up, the clouds on his face instantly dispersed, transforming into a clear, boundless sky, “Miss Wen, you’re right; why didn’t I think of that? Alright then, Qing Feng, you stay here and protect Miss Wen well, and I’ll go back to celebrate my grandfather’s birthday.”

“Miss Wen, weren’t you just on the same side as me a moment ago?” Qing Feng asked with a lack of understanding, his handsome face collapsing.

Wen Ran watched him with amusement, “Who told you to always bully Qing Yang.”

“Where have I? It’s clearly me who’s bullied by him. Nine out of ten times, I can’t beat him. If it weren’t for my cunning today, the one lying flat would still be me.”

Qing Feng exaggerated his grievances, but Qing Yang was all smiles, in high spirits. Pretending not to hear Qing Feng’s words, Wen Ran took out her phone and called Mo Xiuchen.

“Miss Wen is calling Young Master Mo, no more nonsense from you.” Qing Yang’s lips curled in a pleased arc as he glanced at Wen Ran dialing the phone through the rearview mirror, warning Qing Yang beside him.

Wen Ran just smiled, saying nothing.

The phone rang twice, and Mo Xiuchen’s low, magnetic voice transmitted through the signal, reaching Wen Ran’s ear, “Hello, Ranran.”