Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

Chapter 949: Are you still blaming me for 948? Chapter 949: Are you still blaming me for 948? “Ranran, did Jiang Liu call you?”

Shen Yuting asked anxiously as soon as she answered the phone, not bothering to hide the urgency in her voice.

Wen Ran told her Jiang Liu’s current address, which turned Shen Yuting’s anxious tone into one of joy, “Ranran, I was right to look for you. Jiang Liu refuses to answer my calls, but he’s willing to see you.”

Hearing this, Wen Ran couldn’t help but frown, “Sister Ting, if Jiang Liu doesn’t want to see you, it’s probably because he’s too heartbroken.”

“You’re right, Ranran, I hurt him,” Shen Yuting’s voice suddenly turned sad, making one’s heart tighten, “In the past, I always thought that I didn’t like him. The reason I liked him was because he had a face similar to Mo Xiuchen’s, and his gestures had a hint of Mo Xiuchen’s demeanor.”

Wen Ran’s brows knitted even tighter, feeling slightly surprised.

She hadn’t expected Shen Yuting to say these things to her and didn’t know what to say at the moment, so she kept silent.

Shen Yuting didn’t seem to need a response as she said regretfully, “Ranran, I’m sorry, I had thoughts about Mo Xiuchen before.”

“That’s all in the past. I haven’t taken it to heart.”

Wen Ran pursed her lips, her voice very calm.

She truly didn’t need to take it to heart, because Mo Xiuchen loved only her. As for other women, he wouldn’t spare them a glance.

From the beginning of their marriage, it was like this. Even when Mo Xiuchen hadn’t fallen in love with her, he wasn’t a man to be fickle in love.

“Ranran, can you accompany me to see Jiang Liu? I’m a bit scared to go alone.”

“I can’t get away right now; I’m very busy this afternoon.”

Wen Ran thought of Mo Xiuchen’s earlier reminders and apologetically declined.

“Ranran, are you still blaming me? I had thoughts about Mo Xiuchen before because you swore you’d never be with him in this lifetime. At that time, he was with Cheng Jia, and I thought that between me and Cheng Jia, you’d definitely prefer Mo Xiuchen to be with me, not Cheng Jia.”

Shen Yuting spoke rapidly, laying bare her feelings to Wen Ran.

Wen Ran felt somewhat irritated and interrupted her, “Sister Ting, go see Jiang Liu first, please.”

“Ranran, are you holding a grudge against me?”

Shen Yuting seemed very concerned about this, to which Wen Ran replied somewhat helplessly, “Sister Ting, I’m not holding a grudge. Your liking Mo Xiuchen is because he’s excellent, not your fault. And since there’s nothing between you and Mo Xiuchen, why would I hold a grudge?”

“Yes, Mo Xiuchen loves you wholeheartedly. You’re very lucky. Now, I want to make things right with Jiang Liu, but I don’t know if there’s still a chance.”

“Whether there’s a chance or not, you won’t know until you try.”

“Hmm, I’ll go see Jiang Liu first. Ranran, I’ll call you back,” said Shen Yuting, realizing that Wen Ran didn’t want to accompany her to meet Jiang Liu, so she gave up.

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Wen Ran didn’t know the outcome of Shen Yuting’s meeting with Jiang Liu that day.

After Shen Yuting arrived, Qing Feng and Qing Yang left. Shen Yuting didn’t call Wen Ran back to tell her the result, nor did Wen Ran ask. She was afraid they hadn’t worked things out, and it would upset her.

However, half a month later, Wen Ran saw an advertisement for a decent cosmetics company in G City. The spokesperson was none other than Jiang Liu.

She was stunned.

Subsequently, reports about Jiang Liu gradually appeared in various newspapers and magazines. With his handsome and resolute temperament, he quickly rose to fame, becoming the heartthrob of many girls.

Before New Year’s Day, Wen Ran and Mo Xiuchen attended a banquet hosted by Yu & Su Cosmetics Company, where they encountered Jiang Liu in person.

He wore a suit with a leather collar, and his demeanor was cold and stern. With every move he made, he carried a bit of noble elegance that startled the entire banquet.

“Mo General, I saw that advertisement endorsed by Jiang Liu the other day, and at first glance, I actually thought it was you.”

A client from the business world asked curiously, while also glancing toward the distant Jiang Liu, bathed in the brilliant crystal light. His handsome, chiseled features and austere temperament added a layer of depth and mystery that made people unable to resist exploring further.

Mo Xiuchen’s lips curled up symbolically, his deep eyes glanced in Jiang Liu’s direction for just half a second, then he turned away, lifting his wine glass to take a small sip, “Where did Yu&S find him?”

At his side, Wen Ran’s cell phone rang. She pointed towards the entrance to Mo Xiuchen and quickly went outside to answer the call.

“Hello, Sister Ting.”

The call was from Shen Yuting. As soon as Wen Ran stopped speaking, Shen Yuting’s voice came through the phone, hoarse and fraught with sadness, “Ranran, my head hurts so much, it’s unbearable.”

Wen Ran was taken aback, “Sister Ting, where are you?”

“I’m on a rural medical outreach, right now, in a room…”

The intermittent voice, bearing the discomfort of sickness and an additional tint of solitude and sorrow, made Wen Ran’s heart ache on such a night. After that last time, Shen Yuting had not called Wen Ran again. It had been two months since they last contacted each other.

She was unaware of the rural medical outreach.

“Are you sick, do you have a fever? Have a fellow doctor take a look at you,” Wen Ran said with worry.

“Ranran, I want to see Jiang Liu.”

Shen Yuting’s voice suddenly choked with sobs, “Ranran, I don’t want to live anymore, do you know that? Jiang Liu doesn’t want me, he would rather be with an older woman than come back to me.”

“Sister Ting, have you been drinking?”

This time, Wen Ran could hear not only the sickness, grief, and sorrow in Shen Yuting’s voice but also a hint of drunkenness and a sob.

Her complexion changed, and her eyebrows knitted tightly together.

“I feel that living is so painful. Is it true that death can really bring relief?” Shen Yuting said as she took another sip of alcohol.

Wen Ran anxiously said, “Sister Ting, don’t think like that, stop drinking now.”

“I want to see Jiang Liu, Ranran, I want to see him.”

Shen Yuting’s sobs turned into a low cry, a voice so mournful it pierced the heart. Wen Ran thought of Jiang Liu, who was at the banquet, “Okay, I’ll go find him. Wait for me, I’ll have him come to see you.”

Although Wen Ran harbored a grudge against Shen Yuting, she was still her cousin, the one who had replaced her in accompanying her brother and father for over two decades.

What she wanted was Jiang Liu, not Mo Xiuchen; Wen Ran could help her within her means. She couldn’t let her cousin do something foolish in her drunken state.

“Ranran, it’s no use. Jiang Liu said that day that he has nothing to do with me anymore.” Shen Yuting sobbed even more grievously, “Ranran, can you bring him to me?”

In the call, besides Shen Yuting’s voice, there was the sound of a wine bottle smashing, followed by a low cry from Shen Yuting. Wen Ran’s heart tightened, and she quickly said:

“Sister Ting, wait for me. I’ll bring Jiang Liu to you right now. Please don’t do anything foolish, okay?”

“I’ll be waiting for you.”

After Shen Yuting finished speaking, she hung up the call directly.

Wen Ran frowned at the disconnected call, turned around intending to go inside and find Jiang Liu and Mo Xiuchen, but as she turned, Jiang Liu came out from inside. Seeing him, Wen Ran’s eyes brightened, and she quickly approached him.