Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

Chapter 433: 432 Wait for me to come back

“Did you reveal Wen Ran’s background to others?”

“I don’t understand what you’re talking about?”

On the other side of the phone, Shen Yuting’s voice was somewhat cold and showed slight displeasure. She had just finished taking a bath and hadn’t even combed her hair yet.

“At noon, someone told me that they learned about Wen Ran’s background and her current physical conditions from you. Shen Yuting, think carefully. Did you call someone and disclose this information?”

Mo Zixuan hesitated, without bringing up Tong Shishi’s name.

Shen Yuting’s brows knotted tightly, she tossed the towel from her head, picked up her comb to comb her hair, “Who told you this? I didn’t call anyone. That person must be setting you up.”

Besides Mo Zixuan, she had not told anyone else.

Even when she spoke to Mo Zixuan, it was more of hinting than directly telling him.

“You really didn’t, Shen Yuting. Wen Ran is your cousin. This matter is very important to her.”

“Of course I know it’s important to her. I didn’t tell you initially. You guessed it on your own. How could I tell others? Who was it?”

Shen Yuting asked angrily.

If it were before, she might have felt secretly happy about it. As long as she didn’t spill the beans, it wouldn’t matter if anyone else knew about Wen Ran’s background. Besides, if Wen Ran leaves Mo Xiuchen, she would still have a chance.

But now, she was with Jiang Liu.

Although Jiang Liu was nothing like Mo Xiuchen, he did have a face similar to him. Over the days, he was gentle and caring towards her. If she were destined not to be with Mo Xiuchen, she felt she could accept being with a man who looked somewhat like him.

She was trying hard to adjust her mindset, to let go of her feelings for Mo Xiuchen, trying to genuinely get along with Jiang Liu.

“It’s a woman named Tong Shishi.”

“Tong Shishi? The one involved in the scandalous headline with you? Mo Zixuan, I don’t even know her. How could she learn anything from me? You must have been tricked by her.”

Shen Yuting stated with certainty.

Mo Zixuan pondered, then muttered to himself, “Could it be that she was the informant, that’s why I couldn’t reach her by phone.”

“What informant, can’t get through the phone. Mo Zixuan, weren’t you trying to use Ranran’s background to threaten Mo Xiuchen and get the rights you want? Why are you showing concern for Ranran all of a sudden?”

Shen Yuting curiously asked, leaning back in her chair after abandoning her comb on the vanity.

“I was taking back what originally belonged to me. Since you didn’t tell anyone, then surely Tong Shishi is problematic. I’ll hang up for now.”

After Mo Zixuan finished speaking, he hung up directly.

Dumbfounded, Shen Yuting muttered ‘insane’ to the phone, before picking up her comb again to brush and blow-dry her hair.

In a serene suburban villa.

On the second floor, in the master bedroom, Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran were sitting on the sofa watching a TV series; Wen Ran nestled in his embrace, watching the TV while eating snacks he fed her.

The atmosphere was warm and romantic.

The phone rang just as Mo Xiuchen reached for the glass of milk. Hearing the ringtone, he frowned slightly, but chose to ignore it, calmly saying, “Ranran, drink this milk.”

Wen Ran smiled and nodded, reaching for the cup, “I can drink it myself, you answer the phone.”

“Don’t worry about it. You drink this, then we will answer.”

Mo Xiuchen didn’t even glance at the incessantly vibrating phone on the coffee table. Instead, he insisted on feeding Wen Ran the milk himself.

Left with no choice, Wen Ran acquiesced to his wishes. She took a sip from his hand, and saw Mo Xiuchen, with a slight smile playing upon his lips, looking at her tenderly and deeply.

“Hurry and answer the phone.”

After Wen Ran finished her milk and wiped her mouth with a tissue, the persistent ringing of the mobile was still audible, drowning out the voices from the television.

Mo Xiuchen gave a small laugh and picked up his phone. Seeing the caller ID, his eyes narrowed slightly. He pressed the accept button leisurely, “Hello?”

“Mo Xiuchen, it’s me, Yuting.”

Shen Yuting’s voice came across, slightly uneasy.

It seemed like the first time she had called him since that night. Whether it was due to nervousness or embarrassment, her voice was slightly different from usual.

“Yuting, why are you calling so late? What’s up?”

Wen Ran, who was watching the LCD screen, looked up at his words. Mo Xiuchen gave her a slight smile. The hand resting on her waist moved slightly. He was just about to switch the call to speaker when the voice in his ear made his face harden.

“Where are you right now?”

Mo Xiuchen looked at Wen Ran and asked calmly.

Shen Yuting was confused by his question, but quickly recalled something and responded, “I’m at home right now.”

“I will see you in a bit.”

After saying this, Mo Xiuchen didn’t wait for Shen Yuting to respond before hanging up.

“Mo Xiuchen, does Sister Ting need to see you about something?”

Wen Ran looked at Mo Xiuchen, asking with surprise.

“Yeah, there’s something. Ranran, I need to go out for a bit, I’ll be back soon. You should get to bed early.”

Mo Xiuchen lifted Wen Ran from his lap and placed her on the adjacent sofa. He gave her another reminder before rising to change his clothes.

She watched him disappear into the walk-in closet, tapping her cheeks with her hand.

Two minutes later, Mo Xiuchen emerged, dressed immaculately. His tall physique adorned in designer wear exuded a sense of luxury and elegance, leaving one unable to take their eyes off him.

Wen Ran stared at his flawlessly handsome face, unable to shift her gaze, enraptured.

Mo Xiuchen stood a few steps away, smiling at her fondly. He let her feast her eyes on him before walking over to the sofa. He rested his large hand on her cheek, uttering deeply, “Ranran, if you can’t sleep, wait for me.”

Looking into Mo Xiuchen’s eyes, filled with a teasing smile, she pursed her lips, deliberately lifted her small face, and bravely responded, “Okay, I’ll wait for you.”

Caught off guard, Mo Xiuchen stared at her bright, sparkling eyes. A gentle ripple passed across his heart.

“Good, I’ll be back soon.” He stood upright, regarding her for a moment, before leaving.

The Aston Martin left the villa and pulled over by the roadside at the first junction. Mo Xiuchen took out his mobile phone and dialed Shen Yuting’s number.

Earlier on the phone, she only said one sentence. Fearing Wen Ran nestled in his arms would hear her, he told her he would see her.