Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

Chapter 911: What’s so shameful about 910?

When Wen Ran arrived, Mo Xiuchen had already been waiting outside the company.

Dressed in a shirt and trousers, he looked handsome and noble, yet managed to retain a gentle and elegant demeanor. When Wen Ran saw him standing by the roadside, the sun broke through the clouds at just the right moment; its golden rays highlighted his sculpted features, casting a clear sheen over every inch of his contoured lines. The sight of his smile made her heart flutter repeatedly.

Without needing to be told, Qing Yang stopped the car in front of Mo Xiuchen. He opened the door, bent slightly at the waist, and reached a hand into the car toward Wen Ran, calling her name tenderly, “Ranran.”

Wen Ran responded with a gentle smile and placed her hand in his warm, broad palm to step out of the car, “Why are you waiting here?”

“I was a bit tired from working all morning, so I came down to get some air and wait for you,” Mo Xiuchen said casually. His other hand lifted to brush a strand of hair that the wind had blown onto her face behind her ear, “Let’s go in and talk more.”

“Okay,” Wen Ran obediently agreed, allowing him to hold her hand as they walked into the company together, took the elevator up, and arrived at his office.

All the way, Mo Xiuchen held her hand and never let go. The intimacy they displayed was plain to see for everyone in the company, eliciting envious sighs from many. A joyful smile played on Wen Ran’s lips, and inwardly, she felt as sweet as if she had just tasted honey.

Being with him always filled her heart with a sense of happiness that seemed to spread through her entire being.

Once in the office, Mo Xiuchen led her by hand to sit down on the genuine leather couch. Seeing him sit beside her, Wen Ran quickly said, “Mo Xiuchen, don’t worry about me. Go ahead with your work; I’ll be fine waiting here for you.”

Mo Xiuchen nodded, and the voice that escaped from his thin lips was gentle and indulgent, “What would you like to drink? I’ll have the secretary prepare it for you. I still have a bit of work to finish, then I’ll take you to lunch.”

“I’ll just have some plain water,” Wen Ran didn’t want to trouble anyone.

“Alright, I’ll pour it for you.” Mo Xiuchen stood up, kissed her forehead, and smiled as he walked over to the water dispenser. After pouring her a glass of water, he returned to his desk to continue with his unfinished work.

Wen Ran cradled the cup in her hands, her eyes tenderly watching the man behind the desk as he concentrated on his work.

There was a time when she used to watch him work in silence, becoming so entranced that she would lose herself. Now, she still found the sight of him working to be incredibly charming, making it difficult for her to look away.

They didn’t even need to talk; occasionally, Mo Xiuchen would look up and catch her gentle gaze, his lips would curl into a smile, they would share a moment of eye contact, then he would lower his head and continue with his work.

In the office, a sense of warmth and happiness permeated the air. The shared moments between Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran were so beautiful that it felt wrong to disturb them.

When executives came to report work to Mo Xiuchen, Secretary Lin, considerate as ever, stopped them outside, upon learning that the CEO’s wife was in the CEO’s office, the executives who had come to report left one after another.

Around eleven o’clock, Mo Xiuchen finished reviewing documents and was getting ready to leave the office when suddenly a ruckus could be heard from outside. Although the office door was soundproof, both Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran could hear it; the voices belonged to two women.

One was Secretary Lin, but the other, Wen Ran hadn’t heard this voice before, it was unfamiliar to her.

A flicker of surprise crossed Wen Ran’s clear eyes. Her gaze shifted toward Mo Xiuchen behind the desk, only to see a frown on his face and a thin layer of frost signalling his annoyance.

“Ranran, wait here for a moment; I’ll go see what’s happening.”

Mo Xiuchen moved from behind his desk and instructed Wen Ran, who had stood up, before he headed to the door.

Outside, the person struggling with Secretary Lin was Li Yaqing, who had visited once before, some editor of a weekly magazine or something – Mo Xiuchen could barely remember.

After she left last time, she never came again, and I didn’t expect her to show up today, of all days, when Ranran is here.

Mo Xiuchen detests anyone who disturbs his time with Ranran, even if it’s a friend, let alone Li Yaqing.

Even after Mo Jingteng died and Li Yunchang offered them a significant deal, proactively seeking him out and agreeing to a loan, he still wouldn’t give Li Yaqing special treatment.

When he opened the door, Mo Xiuchen’s cold eyes swept over Li Yaqing, and he instructed Secretary Lin, “Call security and have them throw her out.”

“Mo General, I only need a few minutes. You refused me last time and now you want to throw me out again. Are you afraid of being persuaded by me, or is there something you’re hiding?”

Upon hearing that Mo Xiuchen wanted to throw her out, Li Yaqing immediately raised her face, looking at him with ridicule.

Last time she couldn’t withstand his overpowering aura of coldness. This month, after diligently ‘cultivating her spirit’ and reviewing all his information again, she felt confident enough to dare to come.

Secretary Lin’s face changed. Seeing the gloom on Mo Xiuchen’s face, she forgot to call security and instead instinctively rebuked Li Yaqing, “Miss Li, don’t talk nonsense. Our Mo General does not like to be interviewed, and you media people shouldn’t force someone against their will.”

Li Yaqing subconsciously tilted her chin up, her gaze meeting Mo Xiuchen’s icy eyes directly, and even then, she trembled inwardly.

Yet, in order to achieve her goal, she forced herself to meet his gaze, unflinching, “Mo General, I heard you lost your memory, forgot even yourself, but strangely remembered Mrs. Mo. I have no other intentions; I am truly moved by the love story between you and your wife and would like to request an exclusive interview…”

The reason Li Yaqing chose this specific time to barge in, neither early nor late—just as Wen Ran arrived at the company—was not coincidental at all.

In fact, it was entirely intentional.

Before she could finish, Mo Xiuchen’s narrow eyes suddenly narrowed, a sharpness burst forth from the depths, shooting directly at Li Yaqing like an arrow piercing the air.

Even with mental preparation, Li Yaqing’s complexion shifted slightly, and her body involuntarily stepped back half a step.

“Secretary Lin!”

Mo Xiuchen’s cold gaze rested on Li Yaqing, but the words were directed toward Secretary Lin, who was standing there dumbfounded.

Secretary Lin turned pale, suddenly remembering the president’s instruction. She blurted out an acknowledgment and scurried back to the secretarial office to call security.

Li Yaqing pursed her lips and continued, “Mo General, are you really afraid to declare your love for your wife to the whole world?”

“That is my business, and it concerns no one else.”

Mo Xiuchen coldly rejected, showing no interest in Li Yaqing or her proposed interview.

“Mo General, I understand that this is a matter between you and Mrs. Mo. However, there’s one thing I believe Mo General may not understand—there is no woman in this world who doesn’t like hearing her husband declare his love. If Mo General is willing to accept my interview, I promise to plan a confession that is unparalleled…”

Mo Xiuchen’s brows furrowed slightly as a moment of hesitation flickered through his piercing eyes.