Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

Chapter 920: 919 being with you, I just

Mo Xiuchen arrived home a few minutes earlier than Wen Ran.

He didn’t go inside but waited at the villa’s entrance; a few meters away, his handsome and upright figure was illuminated under the bright car lights.

“Miss Wen, Young Master Mo is waiting for you at the entrance,” Qing Feng turned around and said to Wen Ran with a smile.

A warm feeling spread from her heart, her eyes and brows immediately softened with tenderness as she lowered the car window and smiled at the striking figure at the gate.

“Ranran.”

The car drove into the villa and stopped in front of Mo Xiuchen. He stepped forward and bent over to open the car door for Wen Ran, gently calling her name.

Wen Ran got out of the car and pretended to be displeased, “Why didn’t you go back inside? It’s cold at night, what if you catch a cold?”

With a light laugh, Mo Xiuchen took her hand in his and led her towards the living room, “I am not cold, see how warm my hands are.”

“Why don’t you mention that your arm is still injured?”

Wen Ran rolled her eyes, this man, does he really need her to worry about him to be satisfied?

Upon entering the living room, they went straight upstairs.

Mo Xiuchen spoke gently, “Ranran, just now, Ah Feng called me. He said he wouldn’t give up on Xiaoxiao.”

**

Kangning Hospital

Zhou Lin had just put her daughter to sleep and was preparing to go to bed herself when there was a knock at the door.

Then, the door to the hospital room was pushed open from the outside, and she looked up to see Zixuan walking in.

“Zixuan, why are you coming to the hospital so late?”

Zhou Lin’s eyes flashed with surprise as she quickly got up to greet him. Noticing the slight redness in his eyes and the faint smell of alcohol on him, concern appeared on her face, “Zixuan, have you been drinking?”

Zixuan smiled faintly, handed her the late-night snack he was carrying, and walked towards the hospital bed, “I’m fine, I only had a little.”

“Did you buy these snacks?”

Zhou Lin looked at the late-night snack she had taken from his hand and asked hesitantly.

Zixuan looked back at her, then shifted his gaze to Tiantian, sleeping on the hospital bed. Although they had met only a few times, he actually liked her a lot.

Perhaps it was the familial affection that ran thicker than water.

Looking at Tiantian’s little nose and mouth, and her cute sleeping face, his eyes softened, and even his reply to Zhou Lin carried a trace of tenderness, resonating mysteriously in the deep of the night, “Tonight, they celebrated Mo Xiuchen’s recovery of memory. They invited me along, and when the gathering ended, I got you some food on my way.”

“Actually, you didn’t have to come, you must be exhausted from work all day, you should have gone home to rest early,” Zhou Lin’s heart unexpectedly warmed, moved by the man standing in front of the hospital bed.

In the past, she longingly hoped to gain his care and affection, but no matter what she did, it was all in vain. Apart from using her, he was indifferent to her.

She never dreamed that there would come a day when he would actually remember to buy her a late-night snack.

Even though he said it was on his way, her heart felt as sweet as if she had eaten honey. She walked over, placed the snacks on the bedside table, and Tiantian, sleeping deeply, stirred and suddenly began to cry. She hurriedly approached and cooed softly, “Tiantian, don’t cry, mommy is here.”

Zixuan saw Tiantian crying and felt at a loss.

He watched helplessly as Zhou Lin lifted the quilt, picked Tiantian up, skillfully changed her wet diaper, opened her clothes for nursing, and a few minutes later, Tiantian fell asleep in her mother’s arms. Only then did she put her back on the bed and covered her with the quilt.

Everything she did was so practiced, and her eyes brimmed with tender maternal love.

For a moment, Mo Zixuan felt that Zhou Lin was not as annoying as before. He glanced at the late-night snack on the small table and asked lightly, “Does Tiantian often wake up at night?”

“Yes, Tiantian used to wake up less before she fell ill. After getting sick, she wakes up more often and always sleeps poorly.”

Zhou Lin washed her hands, returned to the bedside, and then opened the late-night snack, asking Mo Zixuan, “Do you want to eat some more?”

“No, you go ahead.”

Mo Zixuan shook his head, paused for a moment, and then added, “I’ll head back first.”

“Alright, I’ll walk you out.”

Zhou Lin had just picked up the late-night snack to eat but immediately put it down and stood up when she heard his words. Mo Zixuan quickly stopped her, “No need, you eat and get some rest early.”

With that, he turned and quickly left the hospital room.

**

Suburban villa

The spacious master bedroom, with its soft and dim lighting, illuminated every inch of space. The air lingered with the trace of lingering intimacy.

Wen Ran’s cheeks were flushed, and her lingering excitement was evident. Her soft body nestled in the man’s strong, broad chest while her hands were enveloped within his large palms. From afar, the scene looked tranquil and beautiful, like a painting.

“Ranran, are you tired?”

Mo Xiuchen’s eyes, brimming with a smile, tenderly gazed at the woman in his arms. His long, fair fingers combed through her tousled hair. The laziness in his brows and the charm in his demeanor reached the peak of sensuality after their passion.

Wen Ran gave him a reproachful look, feeling weak and tightly held, unable to break free, “Until the wound on your arm is completely healed, you’re not allowed to be reckless again.”

She hadn’t expected he would be like that tonight.

But how it all started, she didn’t even know.

She had bathed first. When Mo Xiuchen came out of the bathroom, she had just finished a phone call with An Lin. He hugged her from behind, and she turned to look at him.

He asked whom she was speaking to, and she told him truthfully.

Perhaps the posture was too suggestive, the two of them too close. The mingling of their breaths made it obvious that something was quietly growing between them, and a certain part of him was also changing.

By the time she wanted him to let go, it was already too late. He just twisted her face towards him and leaned down to kiss her. She also lacked self-control, unable to withstand his teasing, and they became entangled in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

She feared she might injure his wound again and tried to stop him, but Mo Xiuchen couldn’t stop. He said, “Ranran, it’s been so long since I’ve made love to you.”

That phrase “so long” instantly drove away all of Wen Ran’s rationale. From the floor-to-ceiling windows, they tangled all the way to the sofa, then to the bathroom, and back to bed…

Wen Ran saw him frown in pain from the wound, but he didn’t give her the chance to call for a pause.

Afterwards, Wen Ran bandaged him again, and now, looking at his arm, Wen Ran’s heart ached, and her brow furrowed.

Mo Xiuchen lowered his head and kissed her forehead with his sensual thin lips, murmuring softly, “Ranran, being with you, I just can’t control myself.”

Wen Ran’s heart skipped a beat, her cheeks heating up again, annoyed, she glared at him, “Then I’ll move out tomorrow, and come back after your injury heals.”

“I won’t allow it.” Mo Xiuchen’s hand tightened instinctively, pulling her even closer.

It had not been easy for him to be with her. How could he let her move out? He gently kissed her forehead and eyes, whispering, “Ranran, I promise you, next time, I’ll be more careful.”