Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

Chapter 980: 979 Not happy? Chapter 980: 979 Not happy? Jiang Liu’s handsome face turned a shade of pale, his eyes complex as he looked at Shen Yuting.

She actually used the child to threaten him.

This made him sadder than her leaving him. His eyelids drooped as he lifted the coffee in front of him and drank it in one gulp, a rich bitterness spreading from his lips and tongue all the way to his heart.

“What are the conditions?”

His deep voice suppressed all emotions.

It was his child, the first time in his life he had his own child. In the past, being with other women, he had never thought about children.

It wasn’t until he was with her and gradually fell in love with her that Jiang Liu started to think about having children with her in the future. He changed for her, breaking off his past, thinking he could live happily ever after…

“Rest assured, I won’t think about being with Mo Xiuchen again,” Shen Yuting said with irony, as if to say, you don’t need to be afraid, I won’t trouble you anymore.

But since she had put forth conditions, how could they be easy to fulfill? If not to trouble him, then what?

**

On Friday night, Wen Ran received a call from Mo Xiuchen, saying he would return by plane tomorrow.

“Then, I’ll pick you up tomorrow.”

Wen Ran leaned lazily against the headboard, her head tilted to one side, her fair and beautiful face glowing with a soft luster under the light.

Her eyes smiled enchantingly.

“It’s going to be very cold tomorrow, you don’t have to come pick me up,” the warm voice of Mo Xiuchen came through the phone, and despite the distance, Wen Ran felt as if he was whispering in her ear. Outside, light footsteps echoed in the corridor, covered by their conversation; she paid no attention to them.

Wen Ran pouted slightly, arguing, “I’m not afraid of the cold. What time is your flight? I’ll definitely come pick you up tomorrow.”

The footsteps in the corridor grew closer. Mo Xiuchen did not speak. The phone was silent. Wen Ran, listening to the approaching steps, her eyes flickered. Suddenly, she threw off the covers, jumped out of bed, and ran to the door.

Opening the door, there, standing in front of her, was Mo Xiuchen, the man she was speaking to on the phone.

Under the light, the man stood tall and handsome, with a smile in his eyes and his deep, pond-like eyes gazing at her tenderly.

A surge of joy flooded Wen Ran’s heart, her face blossoming into a radiant smile. She stared at him for a second, then reached out and grabbed his large hand, pulling him inside, “Mo Xiuchen, your hands are so cold. Is it very cold outside?”

As she spoke, Wen Ran’s other hand came over as well, two small hands cradling his defined palm in her own. Mo Xiuchen quickly withdrew his hand, saying softly, “Ranran, I’m not cold, I will warm up in a little while.”

Although it was cold outside, he hadn’t walked back.

It was just that the chill from outdoors hadn’t dissipated when he came in. Eager to see Ranran, he couldn’t wait for the cold to leave his body and had hurried upstairs.

Wen Ran’s brows knitted slightly. She stepped forward, her arms reaching around his waist, pulling his entire person into an embrace. Her slender body pressed tightly against his slightly chilly embrace, her face against his chest.

“Mo Xiuchen, I thought you really weren’t coming back until tomorrow.”

A hint of hesitation flashed in Mo Xiuchen’s eyes. His long arm wrapped around her, he looked down, a teasing smile lifting the corners of his mouth, “Aren’t you happy that I’m back now?”

“Happy, of course I am.” Wen Ran’s smile curved her eyes, her joy unmistakable and unrestrained.

She had missed him every day during the few days he was gone, feeling unhappy doing anything alone.

Mo Xiuchen gazed at her bright and smiling face. The longing of the past few days suddenly turned into a heat that spread from within. His Adam’s apple moved sensually as he lowered his head and captured her delicate lips in a deep kiss.

The familiar scent, the heart-stirring touch.

…

Outside the window, the cold was severe.

Inside, the atmosphere was warm and spring-like.

After a long while

“Ranran, go to sleep.”

Mo Xiuchen gently patted Wen Ran’s back, his eyes tender and smiling as he looked at her, soon lulling her to sleep.

Withdrawing his arm that had been serving as her pillow, Mo Xiuchen carefully got out of bed, opened the drawer, and upon seeing the two precious boxes inside, he couldn’t help but chuckle: If Ranran knew that the quilt she had punctured with so much effort had been replaced, would she be annoyed enough to want to hide in a crevice somewhere?

Yet she was so enthusiastic this evening.

At this thought, Mo Xiuchen’s eyes held an added trace of proud delight.

Entering the study, Mo Xiuchen dialed Qing Feng’s number. After a few seconds, Qing Feng’s voice came through, “Young Master Mo!”

“How are the wedding preparations going?”

“Except for the wedding dress and the engagement ring, everything else is ready.”

Mo Xiuchen’s lips curled with satisfaction, “The wedding dress and engagement ring will be back tomorrow. Since the preparations are done ahead of schedule, let’s move the date forward to before the Spring Festival.”

“Young Master Mo, isn’t it very busy at the end of the year? Actually, it would be possible after the Spring Festival as well.” Qing Feng knew how busy Mo Xiuchen was; managing a conglomerate was no easy task.

Mo Xiuchen didn’t see it that way, though. The reason he kept urging them and taking the time to supervise on-site was to give Ranran a surprise one day sooner.