Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

Chapter 912: 911, as long as there are no other women in Mo Xiuchen’s eyes

Li Yaqing was also a shrewd woman, catching the hesitation in Mo Xiuchen’s eyes, she pressed on while the iron was hot, “Mo General, our **Weekly is not an ordinary media agency, not only…”

“Xiuchen!”

Li Yaqing’s words were not finished when they were interrupted by the soft call of Wen Ran, who had approached from behind Mo Xiuchen.

Wen Ran did not directly stop Li Yaqing from continuing, she just called out Mo Xiuchen’s name, but such a soft call immediately made Mo Xiuchen turn around, and Li Yaqing’s words lost all meaning to continue.

“Ranran.”

When Mo Xiuchen turned around to look at Wen Ran, the deep chill in his eyes thawed in an instant, blossoming into spring warmth, with tenderness diffusing softly.

Even without seeing his face, Li Yaqing could feel the sudden warmth emanating from Mo Xiuchen, his ‘Ranran’ seemed to be imbued with a lifetime of affection, tender and indulgent.

She listened, feeling envious.

The smile in Wen Ran’s eyes was bright and beautiful, and the happiness of a woman in love was unreservedly etched into every corner of her face. She exchanged a glance with Mo Xiuchen, and their hands naturally found each other, intertwining their fingers without regard for those around them.

“Xiuchen, don’t do anything you dislike for my sake, I don’t want to stand out, or to have all women envious of me; nor do I want so many people to know how good you are.”

Wen Ran did not look at Li Yaqing, her gaze had been fixed on Mo Xiuchen’s handsome face from the moment she walked from the sofa to the doorway.

Mo Xiuchen’s slight hesitation from earlier dissipated in Wen Ran’s gentle words.

He smiled with a hint of a smirk, indulgently saying, “Okay!”

“Mo General…”

Li Yaqing’s face suddenly changed.

Only then did Wen Ran shift her gaze from Mo Xiuchen to Li Yaqing.

Li Yaqing pursed her lips, meeting Wen Ran’s gaze straight on, her face wearing an elegantly maintained smile, “Miss Wen, are you so lacking in confidence, afraid that if more women know how good Mo General is, they will snatch him away?”

Wen Ran smiled gently, and Li Yaqing was not irritated, her smile still resting on her delicately made-up face, but a touch of mockery flickered in the depths of her eyes:

“Miss Wen, what are you laughing at?”

Before this, Li Yaqing had not met Wen Ran, relying solely on what she had heard, and she had done her homework in order to persuade Mo Xiuchen. She didn’t think Wen Ran was particularly outstanding, believing her to merely be lucky for having saved Mo Xiuchen once, which made him unable to forget her.

If not for that, how could a naive little girl like her catch the eye of Mo Xiuchen?

The two of them had a significant age difference, with the saying that every three years marks a generation gap, and between Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran, there were two such gaps. One was a business elite, shrewd and sagacious, noble and coolly handsome, while the other was a spoiled graduate, a young woman who knew nothing of the world.

In her view, that was naivety, ignorance.

How could she compare with a career woman like herself? As long as Mo Xiuchen’s judgment was sound, he should prefer a woman who could stand alongside him like her.

Wen Ran didn’t join the conversation, she just carefully sized up Li Yaqing, a tall figure, a beautiful face, wrapped in designer brands that hugged her sensual frame. With every move she made, she exuded a woman’s charm. Such a smile on her face was indeed elegant and beautiful.

Mo Xiuchen’s eyes narrowed as he saw Wen Ran looking at Li Yaqing, holding himself back, he didn’t speak.

The elevator doors opened, two security guards rushed out, quickly approaching them. Li Yaqing’s brows furrowed as she was about to speak, but Wen Ran beat her to it, “If I’m not mistaken, Miss Li, your visit today is not for so-called official business, but to capture Mo Xiuchen’s attention, right?”

Li Yaqing’s face changed, she retorted, “Could it be, Miss Wen believes that every woman who appears beside Mo General is your rival in love?”

Wen Ran chuckled and shook her head, “Why would Miss Li think so? I don’t consider you a rival, in fact, I don’t think any woman is my rival in love. It seems, Miss Li has some misconceptions about the word ‘rival’.”

Li Yaqing!

Wen Ran had seen her photos, not only her individual photos and file but also the photos of the ten women that Mo Jingteng wanted to introduce to Mo Xiuchen.

Of course, it wasn’t Mo Xiuchen who told her.

She knew Li Yaqing was a woman successful in her career, with strong abilities, good looks, and a good family background, exuding a sense of superiority from every pore.

In Mo Jingteng’s words, any woman he found for Mo Xiuchen is better than her, Wen Ran.

Wen Ran didn’t deny that there were many women better than her. In reality, she even thought she wasn’t perfect, smart, or outstanding, and she even had many shortcomings.

But, who is perfect? The woman in front of her, the one Mo Jingteng had cited as an example originally, seems to think of herself so highly that no woman in the world could compare. Such a woman, with elegance that is only skin-deep, bore an arrogance that looked down on others, something Wen Ran truly disliked.

The smile on Li Yaqing’s face stiffened a bit, anger beginning to stir in her heart, “Miss Wen really is confident, thinking you are the most outstanding and perfect woman in the whole world, unmatched by anyone?”

“Not at all, how could I be the most outstanding or perfect? Isn’t Miss Li better than me, prettier than me, and more charming?” Wen Ran said cheerily, then looked up at Mo Xiuchen, meeting his tender gaze that had been on her all along. As she glimpsed into his eyes, the smile in hers steeped in warmth and happiness:

“What I mean is, as long as Mo Xiuchen has no other woman in his eyes, then no woman could become my rival in love.”

Wen Ran’s tone was light-hearted, in stark contrast to Li Yaqing’s conversations full of mockery and insinuations. She sounded like she was merely making small talk.

Yet, that casualness, confidence, and light-heartedness almost completely shattered Li Yaqing’s facade of elegance. She pursed her lips and circled back to the previous conversation, “What did you mean by what you just said, Miss Wen?”

“What did I say?” Wen Ran blinked her eyes, having forgotten!

Li Yaqing felt like spitting blood, her tone turning slightly harsher, “Miss Wen is quite forgetful, what did you imply when you said I came to catch Mo General’s attention?”

Wen Ran feigned realization, “Isn’t it so, Miss Li?”

“Of course not. I am the editor-in-chief of ** Weekly. I came today to conduct an exclusive interview with Mo General.”

Wen Ran looked at Li Yaqing’s irritation with a hint of surprise, her playful smile dimmed, giving way to a serene coldness on her bare face. She steadily regarded Li Yaqing, “If Miss Li was really here for an interview, you would know to make an appointment first. Certainly, you wouldn’t simply show up unannounced, insisting on seeing the interviewee. Besides, even if Miss Li doesn’t wear professional attire, you should dress according to your distinguished status. If I remember correctly, your suit is supposed to be matched with a scarf, and this neckline, revealing so much, can easily lead to misunderstandings.”

“You…”

Li Yaqing’s face flushed red as she immediately looked down at her clothes.