Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

Chapter 993: 992 Wedding (Part 3) Chapter 993: 992 Wedding (Part 3) Wen Ran was led by her father, Gu Yan, from one end of the red carpet to Mo Xiuchen at the other end.

In her mind, images of their acquaintance and love flashed inexplicably, from the initial strangeness and alienation when they first got their marriage certificate to the affection that developed over time. Despite his cold appearance, he was always meticulous and considerate.

In F City, she was kidnapped, and he rushed to rescue her from the edge of a cliff…

Later, they gradually fell in love with each other, and even later, she tried to leave because of her own health. He did everything possible to keep her…

He lost his memory, and she, across the Pacific Ocean, missed him bitterly, her tears wetting her pillow night after night. Finally unable to bear the pain of that bone-deep longing, she flew over the Pacific to see him…

Afterward, he returned to the country, and after a fierce inner struggle, she, disregarding the deadly vow she once made, decided to be with him…

She pursed her lips tightly, not letting herself cry.

Finally, she reached him, and he reached out his hand to her.

“Mo Xiuchen, Ranran, you must be happy.”

Gu Yan handed his daughter over to Mo Xiuchen, his words of blessing filled with emotion and joy.

Mo Xiuchen’s long fingers curved, tenderly and preciously holding the small hand placed in his palm, his gaze locked on Wen Ran, filled with a lifetime’s deep affection. In their intertwined gazes, there was no one else but each other.

Although the venue was full of guests, no one spoke; everyone was watching today’s main characters.

In a moment of quiet emotion, suddenly, a deep magnetic voice rang out; the owner of the voice was today’s main character, Mo Xiuchen, but he was deeply gazing at the woman he loved and had not spoken.

The crowd was initially taken aback, then they looked up at the large screen on the wall.

Wen Ran was also drawn to the voice and looked up, her eyes widening in shock as they met the images on the screen.

On the screen, it was neither her nor Mo Xiuchen but hand-drawn characters, a boy and a girl. The boy was an eleven-year-old Mo Xiuchen, slender in figure.

In the dim light, his face was unclear, just giving off a sense of loneliness, an indifference as if life and death were of no concern, and a little girl about five or six years old stood in front of him, her small stature only reaching to his chest.

The little girl was holding his hand, and as his downcast eyes lifted, those lonely eyes sparked with a faint light as they looked toward the girl.

“Twenty years ago, I met the angel of my life. Back then, I didn’t know her name, but that encounter determined our fate in this life.”

Something like a tidal wave rolled inside Wen Ran’s heart, surging mightily over her nose and filling her eyes.

Her red lips gently pursed, her gaze unwavering as she watched the screen. The images shifted, the next three were all of Mo Xiuchen—his loneliness as he gazed at the night sky, his hardship as he worked late into the night, and his persistence as he searched through the vast crowds on the streets.

“Eighteen years of searching, eighteen years of longing, the seed of love had grown into a towering tree through countless springs and autumns.”

Wen Ran didn’t want to cry in front of others, but she couldn’t control herself, whether it was the lonely Mo Xiuchen, the struggling Mo Xiuchen, or the Mo Xiuchen searching for her in the vast crowd, each one made her heart ache with a desire to turn back time.

If time could be reversed, she wished she could have reunited with him sooner, stayed by his side sooner. Not letting him be alone.

While everyone was watching the big screen, only Mo Xiuchen stood alone, not turning his head but gazing deeply at the woman in front of him.

Seeing her tears rolling down, his brows knitted slightly.

Feeling somewhat guilty for making Ranran cry again, it seemed he often made her cry. Though she was moved, seeing her tears would pain his heart.

The scene shifted, the background was a banquet, where an attractive man and a young girl stood out conspicuously, this was Mo Xiuchen, after 18 years, finally reuniting with Wen Ran.

Even then, it was she who was holding his hand, his deep eyes reflecting a hint of astonishment and joy, deeply gazing at her blooming smile.

“I’ve always believed that if I persist, I would definitely find you. Ranran, though you, after many years, have already forgotten me and I couldn’t recognize you, I stubbornly believed, you are the girl I’ve been searching for.”

That deep and warm voice, accompanied by touching music, instantly brought tears to all the women present.

Such love, there isn’t a woman who wouldn’t yearn for, envy, or be moved by it.

Wen Ran bit her lips tightly, her eyes blurry with tears, she struggled to keep her eyes wide open, unwilling to miss every image on the big screen, his every word was the deepest confession to her.

Originally, the last time he told their story to the reporters, Wen Ran was already moved, but now, she discovered that this man always managed to move her more and more.

This really was a surprise, she didn’t know how he thought to use hand-drawn illustrations to tell their love story so meticulously.

The next image was at the Civil Affairs Bureau, with her holding a marriage certificate, her eyes reflecting uncertainty about the future marriage. His features were sharply defined, but in his eyes, there was an unquestionable determination.

“Ranran, you wouldn’t know, the moment I signed my name on the marriage certificate, I decided, I would hold your hand and walk through this life with you.”

Mo Xiuchen married her, although some of his methods were not entirely above board, but he was never a man to take marriage as a child’s play. Even then, he wasn’t sure if she was the girl he was looking for, but subconsciously, he had determined she was the one.

He didn’t tell her, always cold and distant to any other woman, every time he saw her since that reunion at the banquet, his entire heart warmed.

But initially afraid of his misunderstanding, thinking he was using her to exact revenge on Zixuan, he didn’t dare to treat her too well—deliberately acting cold.

Mo Xiuchen sighed softly, raising his hand, his clear-jointed palm reaching to Wen Ran’s face, gently wiping the tears from her face with his fingertips.

Wen Ran wanted to say something, opened her mouth, but couldn’t utter a word from her throat.

The scene on the big screen changed again, the background turned to a cliff, causing the whole audience to tense up, each one widening their eyes, many women, regardless of smudging their makeup, hurriedly wiped their tears, eyes wide open, staring at the dark cliff.

Mo Xiuchen’s tall figure stood at the edge of the cliff, his handsome features tightly furrowed with worry, pain brimming in his deep, pond-like eyes, his whole body taut, “Ranran, on learning that you jumped off the cliff, I finally realized, I had already fallen deeply in love with you.”