Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

Chapter 1122: 1121 Too much of a coincidence

Kangning Hospital

When Wen Jin and Wen Ran arrived, Bai Xiaoxiao and Bai Yiyi were already waiting at the entrance of the hospital.

“Ranran, did Mo Xiuchen not come back with you?”

Seeing Wen Ran brought back by Wen Jin, Bai Yiyi couldn’t help but look behind her. Not seeing Mo Xiuchen’s car returning, a look of concern appeared on her face.

“No, he and I are no longer related.”

“Ranran, how could you be so impulsive? How could Mo Xiuchen agree to divorce you?” Bai Xiaoxiao’s eyebrows were tightly knitted, giving Wen Ran a complex look.

“What about Ziyi?”

Wen Ran shifted the topic, seemingly not wanting to talk about Mo Xiuchen.

Seeing this, Bai Yiyi quickly answered, “Ziyi just woke up, Gu Kai is giving him a bath. We came down to wait for you.”

“Ranran, let’s go upstairs first. We can talk more in the ward,” Wen Jin said, glancing at Wen Ran, whose mood was down, a trace of heartache flashing in her eyes as she spoke softly.

“Right, Ranran, you must go back to the ward first. You shouldn’t be out in the wind.”

Bai Yiyi gently reminded her. Although she wore a hat, there was a breeze outside, and being exposed for too long was ultimately not good.

Bai Xiaoxiao stepped forward, taking Wen Ran’s arm, while Bai Yiyi walked on her other side. The three of them walked shoulder to shoulder, with Wen Jin following behind as they entered the hospital together.

Back in the ward, Gu Kai had just returned with Ziyi, who had been bathed. Wen Jin took Gu Kai out of the ward, leaving the three women inside, allowing Wen Ran to breastfeed Ziyi.

“Did Ranran and Xiuchen really get divorced?”

As soon as they left the ward, Gu Kai asked.

Wen Jin nodded, “It’s true. There has been new progress on the Zhixing side, but with Momo in Cheng Jia’s hands, they are cautious not to make any rash moves.”

“What about Xiuchen? Didn’t he come back?”

Gu Kai turned to glance at the ward door and walked with Wen Jin to the smoking area. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes, expertly taking one out for himself and handing one to Wen Jin, then lit his own with a lighter.

Wen Jin didn’t refuse, leaning in to let Gu Kai light his cigarette. He took a deep inhale before speaking in a somber tone, “Mo Xiuchen hasn’t come back, but with Ah Mu there, there shouldn’t be any problems.”

Qin Mu had arrived even earlier; when Wen Jin reached the Civil Affairs Bureau, Qin Mu was already in his car.

A flicker of surprise crossed Gu Kai’s eyes, “Ah Mu went with them?”

Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran had left from the hospital, and Qin Mu was not present at the time, unless Mo Xiuchen had called Qin Mu.

Wen Jin shrugged, “I don’t know.”

In the ward, Bai Yiyi and Bai Xiaoxiao looked over Wen Ran’s divorce certificate for a moment before placing it in the drawer of the bedside table.

“Ranran, make sure you eat dinner after you’ve fed Ziyi.”

This dinner had been sent over by the nanny from Gu Kai’s house after she left the hospital.

“Mhm.”

Wen Ran nodded, a heavy sadness shadowing her eyes and brow. Breastfeeding Ziyi always brought on an involuntary wave of sorrow as she worried about Momo.

Both Bai Yiyi and Bai Xiaoxiao knew she was heartbroken and didn’t dare bring up Mo Xiuchen or Momo anymore.

Bai Xiaoxiao’s phone rang. She got up and walked to the window to answer the call. Bai Yiyi held the satiated Ziyi in her arms.

“Ranran, it’s Miqin. She wants to come see you; she’s on her way to the hospital now.”

After taking the call, Bai Xiaoxiao returned to the bedside to tell Wen Ran.

“Let her come.” Wen Ran narrowed her eyes slightly, speaking indifferently. Looking at Bai Yiyi, who held Ziyi, she said, “Xiaoxiao looks a bit like me, Yiyi, don’t be surprised when you see her later.”

“Really? Do you look alike?”

Bai Yiyi was already surprised, her eyes wide as she looked at Wen Ran and then at Bai Xiaoxiao, “It’s rare to find people who look alike in this world. Xiaoxiao, to come across a girl overseas who resembles Ranran is quite a fate.”

“Yeah, but Miqin said she had an accident in the past and underwent facial reconstruction surgery. Unexpectedly, that surgery made her look a bit like Ranran.”

Bai Xiaoxiao explained simply, she had heard from Miqin before that she had undergone plastic surgery.

Plastic surgery…

Bai Xiaoxiao’s brows furrowed slightly, something flashed through her mind like lightning, too quickly for her to grasp before it vanished.

“Xiaoxiao, are you saying Miqin had plastic surgery?”

Wen Ran finished a small bowl of soup and looked up at Bai Xiaoxiao, her gaze faint as she watched her.

“Ranran, do you suspect Miqin?”

Bai Xiaoxiao met Wen Ran’s questioning eyes, and that fleeting thought from her mind resurfaced, her eyes complex as she looked at Wen Ran.

**

“Mo Xiuchen, where to now, the hospital, police station, or company?”

As the car hit the road, Qin Mu turned to ask Mo Xiuchen, who was sitting in the passenger seat.

“Go to the police station.”

Mo Xiuchen said indifferently, took out his phone, unlocked it, and dialed a number.

“Okay.” Qin Mu nodded, saw him making a call, and said nothing more.

The phone rang several times before Wen Ran’s voice came through faintly, “Hello.”

“Ranran, I just met Miqin, Bai Xiaoxiao’s friend from D Country.”

Hearing Mo Xiuchen’s warm magnetic voice, the tone he used when speaking to Wen Ran was as usual. Qin Mu’s eyes narrowed slightly, a sharp glint sweeping past the depths of his eyes.

“I know, she’s on her way to the hospital, should be there in a couple of minutes.”

Wen Ran didn’t sound surprised, nor was her mood as impulsive as it was in the afternoon when she wanted to divorce him.

She had now calmed down; her voice was not as tender and soft as usual, but it wasn’t very cold either.

“I’m going to the police station now; call me if you need anything.”

“Okay.”

Mo Xiuchen heard Wen Ran’s affirmitive and chose not to disturb her further, then hung up the phone.

“Mo Xiuchen, you and Ranran?”

Qin Mu looked at Mo Xiuchen through the rearview mirror, his gaze inquisitive and puzzled.

Answering a question with a question, Mo Xiuchen said, “You can drop me off at the police station and then go to the hospital. Ranran said Miqin went to see her at the hospital, and she should be there soon.”

“Mo Xiuchen, your interest in that Miqin seems excessive. Is it because she looks like Ranran?”

Qin Mu’s handsome brows knitted slightly.

“Is there anything strange about that?”

Mo Xiuchen looked back at Qin Mu with a question in his gaze, a chill tracing across the depths of his calm eyes. His lips, firmly pursed, made him appear formidable, inadvertently intimidating.

Qin Mu thought for a moment and said, “I haven’t discovered anything yet. She is He Cheng’s daughter, just happens to be Bai Xiaoxiao’s friend overseas, and appears at this time. It all seems too coincidental.”

“Yeah, real coincidences in this world are very rare. Her appearance is too coincidental, making one suspect that it was all prearranged.”

Mo Xiuchen spoke with an air of nonchalance. G City was so vast; there were countless coffee shops, yet He Cheng went to neither here nor there, just the one next to the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Miqin could have appeared at any time but showed up right after he and Ranran divorced.

A hint of coldness solidified at the bottom of his eyes; his long finger pressed another number and dialed out; after two rings, a respectful voice came from the phone: “Young Master Mo!”