Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

Chapter 827: Do you still leave tomorrow 826?

Qin Mu hooked his lips, took a cigarette from his pocket, and handed him one.

Luo Haofeng took it, and from the cellphone, Mo Xiuchen’s voice came through, low and magnetic with a hint of displeasure, though it was hard to tell if it was because of the disturbance.

Luo Haofeng glanced at Qin Mu, who was smiling at the corner of his mouth, furrowed his brows, and mustered a smile, “Mo Xiuchen, I have some good news for you.”

“What good news?”

Mo Xiuchen was having dinner with Wen Ran, enjoying their romantic twosome, so naturally, he was annoyed to be disturbed.

However, as someone with lost memories, he still felt slightly better towards Luo Haofeng, of course, that was in comparison to the past.

When Mo Xiuchen asked, Luo Haofeng immediately replied, “Mo Xiuchen, someone has taken revenge for you and Wen Ran. Cheng Jia’s wrist might be fractured.”

“Cheng Jia?”

Mo Xiuchen’s voice carried confusion; they had just encountered Cheng Jia tonight. Who had avenged them?

Though he did not need anyone’s help to deal with Cheng Jia, if she suffered, he would still be in a good mood.

“Yes, Cheng Jia. Qi Meiling just called me, saying she twisted and fractured Cheng Jia’s wrist. Cheng Jia told her that she could help her deal with Wen Ran and mentioned that she had arranged to meet Cheng Jia tomorrow night at the coffee shop on the first floor of the mall. Mo Xiuchen, Qi Meiling is hoping that, considering she dealt with Cheng Jia, you will not be too hard on her.”

“Heh!”

His response was merely a cold snort.

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Luo Haofeng’s expression subtly changed, not understanding what Mo Xiuchen meant. That laugh of his, which seemed mocking and disdainful, puzzled him.

“Mo Xiuchen, I’m just relaying a message for Qi Meiling.”

“I know. Tell Qi Meiling if she wants me to let her off, she’ll need to show some sincerity.”

Mo Xiuchen’s voice came coldly, clearly dissatisfied with her current level of sincerity. Since she wanted to use Cheng Jia to quell his anger, he was interested to see how far she would go.

“I understand. Mo Xiuchen, I’ll relay the message to Qi Meiling right now,” Luo Haofeng said, swiftly grasping his intent.

“What did Mo Xiuchen say?”

Qin Mu, seeing Luo Haofeng hang up the phone, exhaled a smoke ring nonchalantly and asked.

Luo Haofeng reached for a lighter, which Qin Mu handed him, lit up, took a drag, and then replied, “Mo Xiuchen said if Qi Meiling wants him to cool off, she needs to show some sincerity.”

Qin Mu chuckled, “Sincerity? I think, for Qi Meiling to get Mo Xiuchen to let her off, just starting with Cheng Jia isn’t enough.”

“Really? Didn’t Mo Xiuchen mean for Qi Meiling to deal with Cheng Jia even more harshly?” Luo Haofeng asked doubtfully, thinking that should be the case.

“I didn’t say that’s not it, just that it’s not enough. The person she originally wanted to hurt was Ranran. You just told Mo Xiuchen that Qi Meiling twisted Cheng Jia’s wrist to the point of fracture. If I were him, my first thought wouldn’t be happiness that Cheng Jia is suffering, but rather worry that she might go crazy again and hurt the person I care about,” Qin Mu said slowly, his voice carrying a coolness uncharacteristic of this season, his inky black eyes also held a chilling thinness.

After pondering for a while, Luo Haofeng replied softly, “Before, Qi Meiling wanted to hurt Wen Ran because she mistook her for Xiaoxiao. She won’t bother Wen Ran again in the future, right?”

Qin Mu’s lips curled coldly, “That’s not necessarily the case. Before, she mistook Ranran for a love rival out of misunderstanding, but now, Qi Meiling might indeed resent Ranran for embarrassing her and for the reprimands from her uncle’s family.”

Luo Haofeng was depressed, “If Qi Meiling really has that kind of intention, we can’t let her off. However, Mo Xiuchen’s idea, I think, is to give her a warning…”

At a suburban dining table, Wen Ran looked at Mo Xiuchen with puzzlement and softly asked, “Mo Xiuchen, was that Luo Haofeng who called you just now?”

“Mm.” Mo Xiuchen’s gaze swept over the empty bowl of soup in front of her, reached out to take it, and served her another bowl, his lips curving into a smile, “Ranran, eat more, drink more soup.”

“I’m already full.”

Wen Ran had a substantial meal that evening, not because she felt hungry which made Mo Xiuchen’s cooking taste good, but because his culinary skills had always been excellent. Even though he had lost his memory, it hadn’t affected his cooking skills.

“You’re too thin; you should eat more to nourish yourself.”

Mo Xiuchen gazed intently at Wen Ran. No matter how he looked at her, he found her too slender, her little face not even as large as his palm. Seeing her so delicate made his heart ache.

“Mm, I’m determined to put on weight.” Wen Ran saw the concern in his eyes, deliberately blinked playfully, and laughed cheerfully. After a pause, she returned to the previous topic, “You haven’t said yet, what did Luo Haofeng want from you? I heard you mention Cheng Jia, how did Luo Haofeng get involved with Cheng Jia?”

Mo Xiuchen chuckled, “Ah Feng didn’t get involved with Cheng Jia, he was speaking up for Qi Meiling. He just said that Qi Meiling encountered Cheng Jia and even broke her wrist by twisting it.”

“Does Qi Meiling know Cheng Jia?” Wen Ran blinked in surprise. Qi Meiling wasn’t a G City resident, and importantly, hadn’t she just returned from abroad?

Mo Xiuchen shook his head, casually saying, “Don’t know, maybe it was a chance encounter. If Ranran is interested, we can go have a look tomorrow night. Qi Meiling has arranged to meet Cheng Jia tomorrow night. I heard it’s at the coffee shop on the first floor of the shopping mall.”

“Tomorrow night?”

“Mm, Ranran, I’ll take you to watch the show then.”

“No thanks, I’m not interested in Cheng Jia’s matters.” Wen Ran declined indifferently. She liked seeing Cheng Jia less and less now. Even hearing that name made her feel uncomfortable.

Mo Xiuchen’s eyes flickered slightly, and he then smiled, “If you’re not interested, then never mind. From now on, don’t let her make you uncomfortable anymore.”

“Okay.”

Wen Ran’s eyes and brows carried a smile, graceful and elegant, as understated as a chrysanthemum.

After finishing dinner, the two of them cleaned up the dishes together and returned to the living room. Mo Xiuchen changed the channel, and they sat together on the couch. He gently asked, “Ranran, are you staying here tonight, or going back to the Wen Family’s place?”

Wen Ran smiled lightly, cheerfully responding, “I’ll go back to stay.”

“Then, are you leaving tomorrow?”

She looked at the screen; he looked at her.

This scene, like countless nights before, was always so warm and sweet.

“If there’s nothing much at Sister Li’s, I’ll visit her once more tomorrow, then head back to City C.”

Wen Ran’s voice unintentionally carried a touch of sadness. Tonight, she had been very happy with him, but this happiness always had an end; it couldn’t continue forever.

It was even less likely to progress any further…

That she could indulge herself in a night of living in a world for just the two of them with Mo Xiuchen after encountering Cheng Jia at the mall was already the greatest progress she could make at the moment.

Mo Xiuchen understood the concerns in her heart. He smiled slightly, stretched out his hand to hold hers that rested on her thigh—soft and cool, his heart instantly softened. Focusing on her fair and gorgeous cheeks, he pursed his lips and tentatively asked, “Ranran, can you stay in G City?”