Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict-Chapter 121 - It depends on how you do it.

121 It depends on how you do it.
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Wen Ran nodded slightly, a soft smile bloomed between her sleepy brows and eyes, under the gentle light, she was so gentle and warm: “What time is it now? Have you eaten dinner yet?”

Hearing her caring words, a warmth rose in Mo Xiuchen’s heart. He answered gently, “I had a bit outside. Are you sleepy now? If you’re not, stay with me and talk.”

Mo Xiuchen’s tone was clearly low and calm, but to Wen Ran’s ears, her heart inexplicably tightened. She wasn’t sure why she felt this way, but looking at his calm brows, he seemed to be bothered by something conflicting.

She slightly smiled and replied, “Okay,” as she propped herself up to sit.

Mo Xiuchen reached out a hand to steady her, helping her sit up against the head of the bed. He also picked up a pillow to support her back but didn’t pull her into his arms like he usually did.

The scent of his light tobacco, mingled with the refreshing smell of his shower gel, overpowered the residual scent of perfume in the air. Wen Ran pursed her lips and took the initiative to speak, “Just now, on the phone, you said Cheng Jia was hurt because of you. I’ll also go visit her in the hospital tomorrow.”

She didn’t ask why Cheng Jia got hurt but instead suggested visiting the hospital. This caught Mo Xiuchen off guard; he felt surprisingly downcast.

He thought that Wen Ran didn’t ask because she didn’t care.

A trace of darkness flashed in the depth of his pupils. Their marriage was devoid of feelings; she couldn’t possibly care about him in such a short time.

Despite knowing this, he still felt repressed, a tight knot formed at the pit of his stomach, making him feel uncomfortable.

“Would that be inconvenient?”

Upon seeing his furrowed brows and poor complexion, Wen Ran’s heart sank slightly. Cheng Jia probably wouldn’t want to see her. Keeping silent for a moment, she forced a smile, “If it’s inconvenient, forget it. Since her parents aren’t around, Nanny Zhang can make some soup for her during this period…”

The lines of Mo Xiuchen’s handsome face turned even colder, his thin lips pressed into a firm straight line.

Wen Ran sensed his mood changing dramatically and stopped talking, just staring at him in confusion.

Their eyes met, one deep as the ocean, the other clear but puzzled.

The air circulating between them seemed to suddenly solidify.

Wen Ran’s heart tightened, filtering through the words she just said in her head to figure out where she went wrong; why did he seem so angry?

Wasn’t it him who asked her to accompany and talk to him? Why was it now as if he wasn’t saying a word, and everything she said seemed somehow wrong?

Mo Xiuchen’s breath was somewhat heavy and also somewhat cold.

As he gazed at her, his eyes as deep as the ocean were unfathomable.

After a long while, he softly parted his thin lips, deep and mellow as he called out her name, “Wen Ran!”

Wen Ran tightened her lips, the sound of her name in her ears inexplicably grating.

His voice carried an unfamiliarity and distance that was typically absent. It seemed that ever since their night together, he hadn’t called her by her full name anymore.

When he called her “Ranran,” the notes would wind around his tongue, overflowing his lips in a low magnetic tone, exceptionally pleasing to the ear.

Now that he’s suddenly calling her by her full name again, she felt somewhat unaccustomed, but this was just a fleeting emotion, and she didn’t show it on her face.

“Do you remember what I told you last time?”

Mo Xiuchen looked straight into the depth of her eyes, not allowing her to avoid his gaze.

Wen Ran blinked in confusion, quickly trying to recall which words he was referring to.

Mo Xiuchen didn’t plan to wait for her to remember. His expression turned a notch more solemn, his voice even lower, “I told you, you must remember your identity; you are Mrs. Mo Xiuchen, my wife.”

Wen Ran’s eyes flickered with an odd look. She opened her mouth to explain, but Mo Xiuchen didn’t give her a chance to speak. He continued, “No matter which woman covets your husband, you cannot yield.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

Wen Ran weakly explained, she merely didn’t want to act like a jealous wife. Besides, she didn’t want to put him in a difficult position. Cheng Jia had saved him once when they were young and also saved him again today, getting hurt in the process. Although she felt uncomfortable, she reminded herself to be generous.

“Then what did you mean?”

Mo Xiuchen looked at her intensely.

Under his gaze, Wen Ran felt an intense pressure. Thinking through her words, she replied softly, “You have said before that you don’t like Cheng Jia either, so even if she saved you again today, I believe you wouldn’t grant yourself to her in gratitude.”

“Then what was the meaning of your question about whether it would be inconvenient?”

Mo Xiuchen pushed the question, somewhat aggressively. He wanted Wen Ran to be jealous like any other woman. He wanted her to be wary of women who got close to him. Ultimately, he hoped that she would fall in love with him sooner, grasping him tightly and not letting go.

“I was just worried that Cheng Jia doesn’t want to see me. She just got hurt because of you. I can’t be ungrateful by provoking her further. If she doesn’t want to see me, I won’t visit her in the hospital.”

“Aren’t you afraid that she will make excessive demands because she saved me?”