Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

Chapter 1078: 1077 will be together forever, right?

On the way home, Wen Ran was a bit drowsy as she leaned in the reclined seat, her eyes gently closed.

In the driver’s seat, Mo Xiuchen’s hands, with their distinct knuckles, firmly grasped the steering wheel, his long and deep eyes staring straight ahead. Occasionally, he would glance at Wen Ran, who was resting with her eyes closed in the passenger seat.

Inside the comfortably warm car, a cheerful children’s song was playing, which lifted one’s spirits just by listening to it.

Upon arriving home and parking the car, Mo Xiuchen realized that Wen Ran had actually fallen asleep.

Looking at her gentle brows and eyes, a layer of tenderness and pity couldn’t help but surface in his eyes. He unbuckled his seatbelt, braced himself on the seat, and bent over to indulge in a kiss, landing on her delicate lips.

“Mo Xiuchen, are we home?”

Wen Ran was awakened by his kiss.

Her eyes, still clouded with drowsiness as they opened, created a tightening sensation in Mo Xiuchen’s throat.

He quickly straightened up and helped her unbuckle her seatbelt, saying softly, “Ranran, let’s get out of the car, you can go back to sleep in your room.”

“Okay.”

Wen Ran agreed with a smile.

After getting out of the car, Mo Xiuchen took her hand, their fingers interlocked as they entered the villa and went upstairs. He accompanied her back to the master bedroom, where he let her lie in bed at an angle and gently massaged her legs as he sat by the bed.

“Ranran, does it feel good?”

Seeing Wen Ran with her eyes closed, Mo Xiuchen asked somewhat silently.

“Mmm, it feels great. Mo Xiuchen, your massage skills are getting better and better.” Wen Ran did not open her eyes, but the corners of her lips curled up in a contented smile.

Mo Xiuchen’s handsome brow arched with pride as he said with a laugh, “Of course, and it’s not just massage skills; actually, I’m quite skilled in many areas, only some of which haven’t had the chance to shine.”

“What skills haven’t had the chance to shine? Are you talking about braiding hair?”

Wen Ran hadn’t allowed Mo Xiuchen to fuss with her hair in the past few days, and he hadn’t created a new hairstyle for her in quite some time.

“Not that.”

Mo Xiuchen denied.

Wen Ran, opening her eyes to look at his smiling and handsome face, teased, “If not braiding, then what? Cooking?”

“Nor that.”

Wen Ran’s brows slightly furrowed, it’s not this and not that, so what could it be.

Seeing she couldn’t guess, Mo Xiuchen stopped his handiwork and, with an ambiguous smile, said, “Ranran, there’s one more thing, the techniques in bed. You haven’t guessed that.”

“Get lost, what techniques in bed? Can’t you be serious for once.”

Wen Ran playfully scolded.

Mo Xiuchen shamelessly replied, “I am being serious, Ranran. Don’t you think my techniques in bed are good?”

Wen Ran was left speechless by his retort.

It was a question for which there was no good answer.

“Don’t talk about this in front of the baby, it’s not good for prenatal education.” Not knowing what else to say, Wen Ran resorted to mentioning the baby.

Mo Xiuchen burst into laughter, “Ranran, don’t always use the baby as an excuse. After the baby is born, I will prove it to you, make you thoroughly convinced.”

The words “thoroughly convinced” were emphasized by Mo Xiuchen, with an ambiguous tone that was blushingly suggestive.

Images formed in Wen Ran’s mind, making her cheeks heat up. Annoyed, she kicked him, “Go away, I don’t need your massage.”

Mo Xiuchen gently caught her ankle, his smile enchanting and charming, “Ranran, don’t be angry. After you give birth to our baby, I promise to make it up to you and ensure you’re satisfied.”

“Keep talking, and I’ll stop listening to you.”

Wen Ran looked at the enchanting smile on Mo Xiuchen’s handsome face and felt her heart skip a beat, warmth spreading across her face.

“Okay, I won’t talk about it. Ranran, what do you think about the names I’ve selected?”

Mo Xiuchen shifted the conversation to the main topic. His smile became more serious, gentle and captivating, no longer carrying the slightest hint of wicked charm as before.

Wen Ran nodded, “I’m satisfied. Actually, I think every name Dad picks out is good.”

“No problem, we can keep them and use them slowly.”

Mo Xiuchen’s words were light and breezy, as if they weren’t talking about having children but rather buying toys, as if they could have as many as they wished.

Wen Ran frowned, saying with displeasure, “Do you really want me to have eight or ten children for you and become a pig?”

“I don’t.” Mo Xiuchen’s smile faded; he lowered his eyes, with his gaze lingering on her bulging belly for a few seconds, before looking up at her again with a trace of heartache in his deep eyes, “Then let’s save the names for Ah Kai and Ah Jin to use.”

Wen Ran felt a warmth inside, knowing Mo Xiuchen felt sorry for her. She pursed her lips and softly called his name, “Mo Xiuchen.”

“Hmm.”

Mo Xiuchen responded tenderly, his eyes deep with love as he gazed at her.

“Hug me.”

Wen Ran met his eyes, which were brimming with indulgent affection, and couldn’t help but act coquettishly.

Mo Xiuchen’s eyes twinkled, the smile on his lips growing deeper as he leaned in, tenderly enfolding her in his arms. His broad palm gently patted her back as he murmured near her ear in a deep, magnetic voice, “Ranran, I love you.”

Not knowing why, Wen Ran suddenly felt her eyes moisten, with a misty layer forming in her watery eyes.

She wrapped her arms gently around his strong, attractive waist, burying her face in his chest. This silent embrace filled her heart with warmth.

To others, Mo Xiuchen might seem aloof and sparing with words, but through Wen Ran’s eyes, he was a warm, romantic man.

He was also very affectionate and devoted. No adjective she knew could fully describe how wonderful he was.

Every time she thought about spending her life with such an outstanding and perfect man, Wen Ran felt that she must have accumulated a lot of good karma in her past lives.

“Mo Xiuchen, if it’s not about having eight or ten, I would still be willing to have more.”

Her voice was soft, emanating from his chest.

Mo Xiuchen was first taken aback, then a deep, joyful chuckle escaped him, and he pulled Wen Ran out of his embrace.

“Ranran, you’re not afraid of becoming a pig… What’s wrong, are you crying?”

As he noticed her moist eyes, Mo Xiuchen immediately asked with concern.

Wen Ran shook her head and smiled, “No.”

“Then why are your eyes wet like you’re about to cry? Was it because I just told you I love you, and you were moved by it?”

Mo Xiuchen’s eyes flickered with humor as he teased her.

Wen Ran did not deny it, and nodded seriously, her clear eyes gazing at his handsome face, “Mo Xiuchen, we will always be together, right?”

“Of course. You’re not getting carried away with your thoughts, are you?”

Mo Xiuchen laughed softly, affectionately caressing her cheek. He had read in books that women can be prone to emotional fluctuations and feelings of insecurity during pregnancy.

Therefore, he took as much time as possible to stay by Ranran’s side, doing his utmost to never let her feel aggrieved or lonely.

Wen Ran pursed her lips and said softly, “I’m not getting carried away with my thoughts. I just feel too happy, almost as if it isn’t real, like I’m dreaming.”

These past few months had been so blissful that she could hardly believe it.

Mo Xiuchen bowed his head and kissed her forehead, his lips lightly pressing against her skin as he asked softly, “Are you worried about Ah Kai?”