Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

Jiang Liu clearly felt it. His expression tightened, thinking he guessed right. He hooked her chin, making her meet his gaze, and repeated his question with concern: “Is Wen Ran’s illness getting worse, is that why you’re sad?”

Staring into Jiang Liu’s narrow, deep eyes, Shen Yuting inevitably saw the resemblance to Mo Xiuchen’s face — a bit more angular, carved like a stunning sculpture — surface in her mind.

In the past few months, she had tried to forget him, attempting to transfer her feelings to Jiang Liu. But why, upon hearing that piece of news, did her heart feel as if it had been emptied?

She hadn’t let go of him after all. In these months, she had only been deceiving herself.

Even when with Jiang Liu, the one she thought of was someone else. Even during their intimate moments, the handsome face that appeared in her mind was his.

“Yuting?”

Jiang Liu called her name with concern, his eyes locking onto hers.

Shen Yuting forced a slight smile. It was not genuine, but very reluctant: “No, Ranran’s illness is better.”

“Ah, Wen Ran is better, so soon?”

Jiang Liu asked in surprise.

Flashes of the photo Cheng Jia sent and her request crossed his mind. He deepened his gaze and continued to ask with concern: “Yuting, wasn’t Wen Ran’s illness difficult to treat?”

Shen Yuting nodded and buried her sorrow. She explained quietly: “It’s not that difficult to treat, it’s just that we didn’t know what kind of poison Fu Jingyi had put in Ranran’s body, so it took a lot of effort. Thankfully, my uncle is an authority in this field, and with the help of his friends, the poison in Ranran’s body was easily removed.”

She could never tell Jiang Liu that Wen Ran recovered so quickly because of Mo Xiuchen; if she did, he would surely know that her unease was because of Mo Xiuchen.

“Then you should be happy. Why did you look unhappy just now?”

Jiang Liu said laughingly, but deep down, he had his suspicions. After all, Wen Ran was Mo Xiuchen’s wife, and Shen Yuting had loved Mo Xiuchen for many years. It was impossible for her to have forgotten him so quickly.

Shen Yuting also laughed, this time more brightly than before: “Of course I’m happy for Ranran. Not only is her health better, but she’s also going to have a wedding ceremony with Mo Xiuchen. What do you think we should gift them? And remember, you must accompany me to their wedding.”

“They’re going to have a wedding ceremony? That’s great news. But haven’t they not returned yet? When will the ceremony take place?”

Jiang Liu was once again shocked. He had heard that Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran didn’t have a wedding ceremony when they got married because they didn’t love each other back then.

Now, with Wen Ran completely cured, Mo Xiuchen must cherish and adore her even more. So he decided to give her a belated wedding ceremony. What a rare good man he was.

No wonder that despicable Cheng Jia could never let go, resorting to whatever means necessary to win over Mo Xiuchen.

Shen Yuting replied with a smile: “The wedding date will be on the sixth day of next month, so in a month’s time. However, Ranran and Mo Xiuchen are not in D Country; they flew back to A City this morning. They will probably be back in G City in a few days.”

“I see. Tomorrow, I’ll accompany you to pick a gift. Yuting, it’s late, let’s sleep.”

**

One in the morning.

Jiang Liu opened his eyes and looked at Shen Yuting, resting her head on his arm, sleeping sweetly. He gently lifted her head, withdrew his arm from under her neck, got up, and left the bed.

Reaching the balcony, Jiang Liu dialed a number.

The late spring/early summer weather in G City was still quite chilly at dawn. The bare-skinned Jiang Liu felt the slight cold seep through his skin and into his heart as his skin made contact with the air.

After a few rings, Cheng Jia’s seductive voice came from the other end of the phone, revealing no sign of sleep.

Jiang Liu pursed his lips and said coldly: “I have asked as you requested. Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran flew back to A City this morning. I don’t know how many days they’ll stay there before returning to G City.”

He disclosed this to Cheng Jia because he believed that no matter how cunning or manipulative Cheng Jia was, she could never win over Mo Xiuchen.

Since Mo Xiuchen wasn’t an ordinary man. He had heard Shen Yuting talk about his childhood, and Gu Kai and others had mentioned his past to reporters. He was a man who had faced life and death, strategized with every step and grew so powerful that his enemies feared him.

Such a man possessing extraordinary insight and a masterful knack for plotting could never be easily manipulated by a woman.

If he were that easy to be deceived, he wouldn’t have survived till now. Moreover, the love Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran shared was the envy of the entire world, built only on deep love, compassion, and trust, without any suspicion or calculation.

No third party could ever come between them. If Cheng Jia tried to plot against Mo Xiuchen, she would end up suffering humiliation.

He was looking forward to the day when Cheng Jia would be punished and expelled from the company by Mo Xiuchen. After much deliberation, he decided to get Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran’s situation from Shen Yuting on Cheng Jia’s behalf.

“Are you sure…?”

Cheng Jia was very surprised. But it seemed like she wasn’t well; after speaking, she made a muffled sound.

“Of course it’s true. And Wen Ran’s illness has improved. Cheng Jia, I suggest you stop dreaming. Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran will not part. They will not only be back in a few days, but after they return to G City, Mo Xiuchen will also hold a wedding ceremony for Wen Ran.”

Jiang Liu said these words intending to provoke Cheng Jia. That horrible woman dared to threaten him with that photo.

If the photo exposed his past with her, he might not care so much. But the photo she had sent was from a few days ago when he was discharged from the hospital, the very reason Shen Yuting was upset at him for deceiving her.

If Shen Yuting knew that he and Cheng Jia not only had a past relationship, but also maintained contact now, and even shared an intimate kiss as shown in the photo, nothing would wash away his guilt.

“What did you say? Mo Xiuchen is going to hold a wedding ceremony for Wen Ran?”

Cheng Jia’s suddenly shrill voice pierced through the phone. Jiang Liu frowned, instinctively moving the phone away from his ear while still hearing what Cheng Jia was saying on the other end.

“Of course. Given Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran’s deep love for each other, there’s nothing strange about them holding a wedding ceremony.”

Jiang Liu sneered, imagining Cheng Jia’s distorted expression. He heard her make another suppressed sound but he didn’t care whether it was from an injury or pain.

He spitefully continued: “I’ve done what you wanted. Cheng Jia, if you dare to try anything again, don’t blame me for not being polite.”