Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

Chapter 1238: I don’t even know how 1237 died

“Brother!”

Wen Ran complained displeasedly on the phone.

Gu Kai immediately surrendered, “Alright, it’s my fault, but it was Bai Yiyi who started it, and she herself was unscrupulous. Thankfully your brother is wise, otherwise you’d be worried about me now.”

“Can’t you eat spicy food?”

Wen Ran laughed despite herself at his words.

“I can, but I can’t just eat someone else’s peppers as a meal. Think of it as teaching Bai Yiyi a lesson. Ranran, I need to have surgery, I’m hanging up now.”

Gu Kai finished speaking, and without waiting for Wen Ran to refuse, he hung up the phone.

He put down his cell phone, remembered how Bai Yiyi was sweating profusely and her little face was red at lunch time, and couldn’t help but chuckle again.

***

“Yiyi, are you feeling better?”

After finishing the call with Gu Kai, Wen Ran came to Bai Yiyi’s house.

Bai Yiyi was leaning on the bed, with Tongtong nestled in her arms, tiny hands clutching Bai Yiyi’s.

Knowing her mother was ill, Tongtong was very quiet, well-behaved, and didn’t cling to her.

“Much better now.”

“I just called my brother before coming over, and I’ve already scolded him on your behalf,” Wen Ran said with a smile.

Bai Yiyi’s eyes flickered slightly, she said somewhat gloomily, “Actually, it’s not his fault; it’s my own doing. ‘Getting hoist with my own petard’ describes exactly what happened to me.”

“Pfft.”

Wen Ran couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

Bai Yiyi glared at her, “Ranran, you’re laughing at me too.”

Wen Ran hurriedly waved her hands to show her innocence, “No, I’m not laughing at you, Yiyi. My brother can eat very spicy food; you should have scoped out the enemy situation in advance.”

“Who would have known.”

Bai Yiyi sighed, “It’s a lesson learned in blood. Next time, I will definitely be more cautious.”

“If you want to know any military intelligence, just tell me, and I will definitely help you,” Wen Ran said giggling.

“Gu Kai is your brother, Ranran, if you help me get back at him, he will hate me.”

Wen Ran said with a laugh, “Don’t worry, my brother isn’t that petty. He’s a big man; he can’t get angry that easily.”

“Alright then, I’ll definitely call you next time.”

A crafty smile flashed in Bai Yiyi’s eyes; she remembered today’s grudge and would definitely find a chance to retaliate.

Just as Wen Ran was about to say something, her phone rang; Bai Yiyi teased, “Is it Mo Xiuchen missing you again?”

“No.”

Wen Ran took out her cell phone, seeing the caller ID, a smile appeared on her face, “It’s An Lin.”

“Hello, An Lin.”

Bai Yiyi let Tongtong sit on the bed and wait, while she got off the bed and went to the restroom.

Wen Ran held Tongtong’s hand, and An Lin’s voice came through the phone: “Ranran, I’m getting married.”

“What?”

Wen Ran was startled and her voice suddenly jumped several pitches.

“A man I met at a blind date a week ago, he’s a civil servant, honest and reliable, I’ve decided to marry him.”

An Lin’s voice, faintly transmitted through the radio waves.

Wen Ran couldn’t see her expression, but could imagine An Lin’s eyes filled with loneliness and sadness; her heart tightened slightly.

“An Lin, you only met him a week ago, isn’t it too soon to get married? Don’t be impulsive.”

“What’s there to consider impulsively or not, Ranran, if I can’t end up marrying the person I love, then it doesn’t matter who I marry. My parents also think that man is not bad. I think, maybe after getting married, gradually, I could come to like him.”

Wen Ran felt like there was a blockage in her heart, an indescribable oppression.

She knew it was because of Qin Mu, “An Lin, instead of trying to love him after getting married, why not take some more time to understand him better now? If you two really get along, marrying later won’t be too late.”

It’s better to break up if not compatible before marriage than to get divorced after marrying.

Not sure if her words shook An Lin’s heart or for some other reason, An Lin was silent for quite a while.

Wen Ran waited for a long time without hearing An Lin speak. Just as she was about to speak, An Lin’s voice came through again, “Ranran, Qin Mu and that Miss Gao, they are really dating.”

“Ah?”

Wen Ran was startled.

Wasn’t Qin Mu only having dinner with Miss Gao to make her give up?

“Ranran, I don’t want to become someone he dislikes, so I must cut off this obsession with him. Tonight that man will propose to me, and I will accept.”

This time, Wen Ran fell silent.

She didn’t know how to persuade An Lin. Matters of the heart can’t be swayed by anyone.

Nor forced by anyone.

An Lin loves Qin Mu, but Qin Mu…

“Ranran, I’ll call you tonight, if there’s good news, I’ll tell you first. You and Mo Xiuchen should prepare a big gift for me.”

“Alright, I’ll definitely prepare a big gift for you.”

An Lin forced a smile over the phone, and Wen Ran, not wanting to make her sad, also pretended to be cheerful.

Bai Yiyi came out of the restroom just as Wen Ran finished her call.

“Ranran, is An Lin getting married?”

Just now, Bai Yiyi had heard some of Wen Ran’s conversation in the restroom.

Wen Ran nodded and said softly, “An Lin met a man through a blind date a week ago, she finds him honest and dependable, and she wants to get married.”

“A flash marriage?” Bai Yiyi asked in surprise.

“Yes, a flash marriage.”

Wen Ran felt uncomfortable inside; she hoped all her friends would find their own happiness.

But the relatives and friends around her, each one of them, is still single.

“Ranran, An Lin loves Qin Mu, but he has no interest in her. Actually, it might not be a bad thing for her to come to terms with marrying. It’s better than spending her whole life lonely because of Qin Mu,” Bai Yiyi consoled.

Wen Ran forced a smile, “You’re right, but listening to An Lin’s unhappy voice on the phone, I’m still feeling uncomfortable.”

“Think positively, maybe after An Lin gets married, she will be able to let go of Qin Mu and live a good life with her partner. Love can be cultivated, not marrying the person you love doesn’t necessarily mean no happiness.”

“Yiyi, do you have someone you like?”

Wen Ran suddenly asked.

Bai Yiyi was taken aback by her question, her eyes twinkled, and she smiled, “No, haven’t I told you that I don’t believe in men or in marriage? My wish is to live a simple life just like now, with Tongtong.”

“What a pity, such a beautiful woman like you not getting married.”

Wen Ran’s regretful words were met with a playful eye roll from Bai Yiyi, who joked, “Ranran, if you really feel it’s a pity, then give me your Mo Xiuchen. A man as good as him is every woman’s dream lover.”

“Get out of here.”

Wen Ran laughed, “Xiuchen is off-limits. If you need a man, I can introduce a few to you, like Tongtong’s father, who is readily available.”

“No, thanks, just leave me out of it. Seeing what I’ve ended up with now, if I had really been with your brother, I wouldn’t even know how I would die.”

Bai Yiyi feigned fear, making Wen Ran unable to help but laugh.