Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

Chapter 160 - 160: 159 That little girl is already dead.

Cheng Jia bit her lip heavily and answered hesitantly: “Xiao Wenqing said that the little girl from back then is already dead.”

Hearing that, MO Xiuchen’s complexion took an abrupt change, his gaze sharpening to a knife’s edge as he stared at Cheng Jia. Wen Ran was also startled, her gaze coming sharply to rest on Cheng Jia.

“How can she be so sure?”

The one asking once again was Wen Ran, who could feel MO Xiuchen’s large hand stiffen slightly.

“I… I don’t know about that, but Xiao Wenqing sounded very certain. I don’t think she would be lying, or else she wouldn’t have allowed me to only appear after a wait of ten years.”

A brief flicker of confusion surfaced in Cheng Jia’s eyes. She wasn’t lying. Xiao Wenqing doesn’t reveal everything to her. Some things were deliberately kept concealed from her.

In Xiao Wenqing’s eyes, she is nothing more than a pawn used to bewilder and deceive MO Xiuchen.

Besides having the mole on her chin that matched the girl MO Xiuchen was looking for, Cheng Jia was also quite beautiful and had a great figure. Due to her relationship with Xiao Wenqing, she had received higher education and even attended some etiquette classes for ladies of noble families.

Indeed, she knew how to tempt and seduce men.

Xiao Wenqing had calculated everything, except for MO Xiuchen’s love at first sight for Wen Ran, and his sudden marriage to her.

MO Xiuchen had a complex expression. He knew that once Cheng Jia had chosen to be truthful, she wouldn’t hide something so crucial. He could tell whether her words were true or false.

If Xiao Wenqing is so sure that the girl who saved him those years ago is dead, does it mean that the little girl was harmed by that merciless woman, Xiao Wenqing?

Wen Ran felt a chilliness emanating from MO Xiuchen’s body. Her heart tightened. Quietly, she tightened her grip on the hand that was resting on his, but didn’t say anything, only looking at him with deep concern.

Cheng Jia felt the sudden chill in the air as well. A fleeting trace of fear flashed through her eyes. Shutting her mouth, she dared not say more.

For a moment, the atmosphere inside the car was stiflingly heavy.

After a long silence, MO Xiuchen finally spoke, his voice ice-cold: “Apart from this, what else do you know?”

Cheng Jia had mentioned his mother over the phone, indicating that she knew quite a bit.

Cheng Jia didn’t immediately tell him, instead she timidly said, “Young Master MO, I did not intentionally deceive you, really. From the beginning, I wanted to tell you, but I never found the right opportunity. Can you forgive me?”

MO Xiuchen shot her a cold look. Cheng Jia flinched, then began to confess immediately, “I accidentally overheard Xiao Wenqing talking about your mother. Back then, your mother was conspired against by her and a man surnamed Wu.” wu Tianyi!

The man MO Xiuchen had recently discovered.

Xiao Wenqing couldn’t have carried out all her deeds over the years without the help of Wu Tianyi.

“The reason your mother jumped off the building is because she had taken a drug that induced mental confusion. Apparently, the Wu in question provided this drug. I’ve been trying to dig deeper to gather more facts and get proof of

Xiao Wenqing’s role in your mother’s death, but Xiao Wenqing is very careful. Nonetheless, rest assured, I’ll continue to try.”

Cheng Jia’s last words were slightly rushed, obviously trying to clarify her position, indicating to MO Xiuchen that she’s still useful.

She hoped that MO Xiuchen would forgive her past mistakes on the basis that she still had value. After telling him these two crucial pieces of information, she kept some other information to herself, planning to reveal it bit by bit in the future.

The atmosphere in the car fell once again into an oppressive silence.

MO Xiuchen remained silent, and Cheng Jia did not continue her confession.

Looking at MO Xiuchen’s expressionless handsome face, Wen Ran’s heart ached like it was being clenched by an invisible hand, leaving her speechless and unsure of how to comfort him.

He must be reliving the scene of his mother’s suicide in front of him. His face didn’t betray much emotion, but his grip on her hand was very tight.

His entire body was tight.

Those distant and cruel memories were things he didn’t want to remember but also couldn’t forget.

After a long time, Wen Ran turned to look at Cheng Jia, whose voice broke the oppressive silence in the car, “You can leave first.”

Cheng Jia turned to look at MO Xiuchen and unexpectedly followed Wen Ran’s arrangement, nodding and saying softly: “Young Master MO, I’ll be leaving first.”

Without waiting for MO Xiuchen’s response, Cheng Jia opened the car door and left. Two minutes later, her figure had disappeared in the parking lot. In the car, Wen Ran looked at MO Xiuchen with concern, gently calling his name: “Xiuchen!”

“I’m fine!”

MO Xiuchen took a deep inward breath; the icy chill deep in his eyes slowly receded. He didn’t want Wen Ran to worry for him. Back then, he was just a child and he survived the traumatic experience of his mother’s suicide. Now, he was sure he could handle it.

The more he insisted he was fine, the more Wen Ran’s heart ached for him. She held her lips together, softly saying: “No matter what happens, I will always be by your side.”

This was her promise.

It may not be as direct as saying she likes him or even loves him, but it’s more touching to MO Xiuchen than any sweet talk. Wen Ran’s soft voice warmed his heart, dispersing his sorrow, his gaze as he looked at her held a glimpse of passion.

With a slight tightening of his hand, Wen Ran fell into his embrace. He quickly held the back of her head, bending down to kiss her tender lips.

Wen Ran’s body stiffened for a moment. The strong and intense masculine fragrance overwhelmed her senses, leaving her mind blank for a moment.

His lips pressed heavily upon hers, as though through this he was trying to alleviate his emotions. Her heart gave a tight squeeze, and without thinking, she replied to his kiss.

Outside the car, the wind was blowing strongly, carrying with it a strong chill. Inside the car, the air was filled with a lingering sense of ambiguity, the temperature slowly rising. Finally, MO Xiuchen suppressed a certain thought, released Wen Ran, speaking huskily: “Ranran, let’s go home!”

Wen Ran’s heart was pounding. Earlier, she was actually afraid that MO Xiuchen might not be able to control himself.

Gently tugging at her clothes, she straightened her body and fastened her seatbelt.

Along the way, MO Xiuchen drove very fast.

He was a skilled driver, so despite the speed, the ride was smooth. Wen Ran quietly sat in the passenger seat. They didn’t talk, yet the atmosphere in the car was warm and serene.

Upon returning home, MO Xiuchen led Wen Ran upstairs. As soon as they entered the master bedroom, he impatiently pulled her into his arms, lowered his head, and deeply kissed her…

Over an hour later,

Wen Ran leaned against the head of the bed, her body tired and sore. The faint marks on her neck peeked out from beneath her loose nightgown. Every breath inhaled a faint hint of their recent lovemaking.

“Ranran, are you hungry? I’ll go make you something to eat..”