Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

Chapter 1841: Chapter 1840: Celebrate Along the Way

G City

In the president’s office on the top floor of Haochen Group.

Mo Xiuchen’s tall figure leaned against the backrest of the high-end office chair, one hand casually tucked into his trouser pocket.

The other hand was on the desk, his slender fingers holding a small mouse.

With a hint of coolness, his deep eyes calmly stared at the LCD screen.

He was looking at the resume sent to him by Jiang Hui, a resume that was nothing special.

Although Jiang Hui could be considered an excellent university student with some experience, for a large group like Haochen, a university student with only a few years of part-time experience had no qualifications to join the company.

Not to mention, having the dignified CEO Mo Xiuchen look at the resume.

At another desk, Wen Ran got up, came to Mo Xiuchen’s desk, picked up his cup to fill it with water, and returned.

“Ranran, come over.”

Mo Xiuchen looked up and smiled at Wen Ran.

Wen Ran smiled gently, placed the cup on the desk, and came around the desk.

Mo Xiuchen reached out and pulled Wen Ran onto his lap, one large hand resting around her waist.

The fresh male scent lingered at her nose, and Wen Ran’s brows and eyes involuntarily softened. She glanced at the resume on the screen, then raised her eyes to look at the handsome man in front of her.

“Have you finished reading?”

Mo Xiuchen pushed aside the stray hair on Wen Ran’s forehead, his voice low and gentle, “Yes, I’ve finished.”

Seeing a hint of coldness flash in Mo Xiuchen’s eyes, Wen Ran comforted him, “Don’t be upset, just call HR to inform her.”

Mo Xiuchen nodded.

The phone rang just then, and Wen Ran stood to leave, but Mo Xiuchen’s hand around her waist tightened slightly.

She looked up at him.

Mo Xiuchen’s deep voice fell on her ears, “Ranran, don’t go.”

For some reason, Wen Ran felt that Mo Xiuchen’s words carried a hint of sadness.

A trace of concern flashed in Wen Ran’s eyes, “Okay, I won’t go.”

She knew that Jiang Hui’s appearance had affected Xiuchen.

Thinking of certain things, a layer of sympathy rose in Wen Ran’s heart. She leaned slightly, wrapped her arms around Mo Xiuchen’s waist.

Snuggled in his embrace, she used this way to tell him that no matter when, she would always be by his side.

Mo Xiuchen realized he had let some emotions slip, and when he saw the woman nestled close in his arms, a certain gloom in his heart dissipated like clouds.

There was a touch of warmth in his deep eyes, and the corners of his lips curved. He gently kissed her forehead, then took out his phone and answered the call.

It was Qin Mu calling, presumably to report the investigation results.

Mo Xiuchen didn’t let her leave, so Wen Ran stayed sitting on his lap. While he was on the call, she didn’t look up at him, but leaned against him, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat.

“Hello, Ah Mu.”

Mo Xiuchen held the phone with one hand and tightly embraced Wen Ran with the other.

His voice was low and calm.

Qin Mu’s voice came from the phone, “Xiuchen, I’ve investigated what you asked. I’ve sent the results to your email.”

“Okay.”

The call was very brief, lasting less than two minutes.

A slight click of the mouse, and Qin Mu’s investigative results were sent over.

Wen Ran accompanied Mo Xiuchen in looking at the results. Seeing his brows slightly furrowed and his expression cold, she pursed her lips and gently changed the subject, “Xiuchen, what do you want for lunch?”

Mo Xiuchen quickly adjusted his mood, looked into the gentle eyes of the woman in his arms, and smiled, “Whatever Ranran wants to eat is what we’ll have.”

Wen Ran pouted, “That’s no fun, you’re always accommodating me. Today, you get to decide what you want to eat, and that’s what we’ll have for lunch.”

“I get to decide?”

Mo Xiuchen raised an eyebrow, the smile at the corners of his mouth deepening.

In fact, he didn’t have any particular favorite foods. Like Wen Ran said, he usually just went along with her.

As long as he could make his Ranran happy, eating well and dressing well, he felt joyful.

If Mo Xiuchen did have a preference, it would be to spend every minute and second with Wen Ran.

They had been married for several years, passing countless days and nights together. For other men, perhaps they would crave their own space.

But Mo Xiuchen was different; he only wanted to be with Wen Ran.

Without Wen Ran by his side, he felt that nothing was enjoyable.

And the company employees, even those doing business with Haochen, were used to Mo Xiuchen and his wife being inseparable.

If there was ever an event without Wen Ran accompanying him, Mo Xiuchen would find various excuses to return home early.

He never socialized in those colorful places. Even with Wen Ran around, he almost never smoked or drank, and no one was dissatisfied with him. In fact, many people sought him out, eager to do business with him.

“Then, let Ranran cook for me at lunch!”

Wen Ran chuckled, her eyes bright as she looked at Mo Xiuchen, “You really want to eat what I cook?”

“Yes, I haven’t had your cooking in a long time, and I miss it.”

Mo Xiuchen’s lips curved in a gentle smile, his expression serious; he truly missed Ranran’s culinary skills.

He would never forget that Wen Ran learned to cook for him.

Wen Ran readily agreed, “It’s not that hard. If you like it, I can cook for you every day.”

“No.”

Mo Xiuchen refused without hesitation. Lowering his eyes, he took Wen Ran’s hand, gazing lovingly at her pale and slender fingers, saying, “Ranran’s hands are not meant for cooking. Just occasionally preparing a meal for me is enough. If you do it every day, I’ll feel bad.”

Wen Ran felt a sweetness in her heart as if she had eaten honey.

She knew this man was adept at sweet-talking and had always been so.

But even hearing it every day, she never felt annoyed; instead, she was moved by him time and again.

“Okay, to spare you the heartache, I’ll just cook once a year.”

Wen Ran said playfully, her smile shining brightly, making Mo Xiuchen laugh happily.

Wen Ran blinked and continued, “After Ziyi’s commercial aired, he became an instant hit. We haven’t celebrated for him yet.”

“Then let’s celebrate for him during lunch today.”

Mo Xiuchen said it casually, and Wen Ran’s lips twitched, looking at him with a peculiar expression.

Are you really his biological father?

Mo Xiuchen didn’t mind, raised an eyebrow and smiled, “That kid doesn’t need us now. Ranran just needs to care more about me.”

“I’ll finish my work first, and we’ll go home early for lunch.”

Wen Ran glanced at the time in the bottom right corner of the computer, intending to leave.

But Mo Xiuchen caught her, pointing at his handsome face, signaling that Wen Ran had to kiss him before she could go.

Wen Ran laughed teasingly and finally gave in, planting a kiss on his handsome face. But she didn’t escape and was captured once more by the insatiable Mo Xiuchen for a kiss before being allowed to leave.