Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

In the visiting room, Mo Zixuan looks at a haggard Xiao Wenqing, who appears at least a decade older than she actually is, feeling some heartache.

This woman, though she’s done many wrong things in her life, even tried to use him as a tool for the sake of a man, she is still his biological mother. The kindness that she once showed him couldn’t be completely wiped out by her mistakes.

Xiao Wenqing looks at Mo Zixuan with turbid eyes. Ever since the unexplained death of Wu Tianyi, and her own subsequent sentencing, she had given up hope and was prepared to die in prison.

“Zixuan, it’s rare that you still remember me.”

She smirks mockingly, not knowing whether she’s laughing at herself or at Mo Zixuan.

Mo Zixuan’s expression changes slightly, he calls out sadly, “Mom, I am your son, how could I forget you.”

“Now, tell me, why did you come to see me this time? Wu Tianyi is already dead, what else do you need to know from me?”

Xiao Wenqing didn’t seem to trust her son. Last time, he visited her daily just to find out the whereabouts of Wu Tianyi. After Wu Tianyi was captured, he stopped visiting.

Now, he shows up here again!

She sneers in her heart. He wouldn’t come to see her or bring so many things if he didn’t need anything.

An awkward look flashes across Mo Zixuan’s face, but quickly fades. He moistens his lips and softly says, “Mom, whether you believe it or not, I genuinely care about you. I know you blame me for not persuading Mo Xiuchen. It’s my fault that you’ve been sentenced indefinitely…”

“Don’t mention Mo Xiuchen to me. The thing I regret most in my life is that I didn’t get rid of him before he grew to prominence. That’s why I ended up in this situation.”

Xiao Wenqing’s words are harsh, but ultimately lack her previous venom. Her bitterness and resentment have been almost completely eroded by her time in prison.

A dark light flashes through Mo Zixuan’s eyes. He lowers his voice and says, “Mom, I also hate Mo Xiuchen. Although he resigned from his position as president, he took everyone with him. The company has all sorts of issues now… What’s worse is that Mo Xiuchen runs his own company. Lately, his company has been taking our clients and using all kinds of underhanded methods to compete with us…”

“Why are you telling me all of this?”

The cloudy look in Xiao Wenqing’s eyes dissipates a bit, her gaze full of mockery.

“Mom, who else can I talk to about this, if not you? My dad has always favored Mo Xiuchen. You know that. He still wants Mo Xiuchen to return to the company.”

Mo Zixuan lowers his gaze slightly towards the end, and a hint of sadness crosses his handsome face. Although Xiao Wenqing knew that Mo Zixuan didn’t visit her out of genuine concern, she still could not help but feel a maternal love for her son. It pained her to see her son look so sad.

A hint of hesitation and concern crosses her eyes as she remains silent.

After about a minute, the guard standing outside called out, reminding Mo Zixuan that his time was almost up.

He looked at Xiao Wenqing, unwilling to leave, and said calmly, “Mom, I will come to see you again soon. You must take good care of yourself. No matter what, you are still my mother.”

With that, he rose and left.

Xiao Wenqing watched as Mo Zixuan walked towards the exit. There was a moment of hesitation in her eyes, and she opened her mouth to speak, but in the end, she said nothing.

**

Mo Xiuchen stayed by Wen Ran’s side while she slept.

Ever since he learned that she had regained her memories, Mo Xiuchen had cherished her even more.

It seemed that every second away from her was unbearable. He sat by her bed, holding her small hand, not knowing whether it was the warmth of his palm that was soothing her, or if it was the softness of her hand that was melting his heart.

Just sitting quietly and watching her sleep gave him an indescribable sense of satisfaction and security.

If only…

At the thought, a crack appears in his affectionate gaze. A dull pain slowly spread from his heart, gradually growing sharper and clearer.

As silence fell in the room, the sudden ring of a phone broke the quiet.

Mo Xiuchen looked at the phone on the bedside table, picked it up, and immediately lowered the volume so as not to wake the sleeping Wen Ran.

The incoming call was from an unfamiliar number.

Mo Xiuchen stared at the unfamiliar number for a moment before pressing the answer button, and said calmly, “Hello!”

“Hello…”

“Sure!”

Mo Xiuchen uttered a word indifferently, then hung up the phone. He thought for a moment, then switched her phone to silent mode.

Less than two minutes later, Wen Ran’s phone started vibrating again. Mo Xiuchen frowned slightly as he picked up the phone again. This time, the incoming call was from Bai Xiaoxiao.

“Xiaoxiao, Ranran is asleep. Is there anything wrong?”

Mos Xiuchen answered the phone, his tone was gentle.

Given his usual cold demeanor towards women, his gentleness towards Bai Xiaoxiao was an exception. But of course, all of this was only because she was Wen Ran’s best friend.

“Ah, Ranran is sleeping already.”

Bai Xiaoxiao seemed a bit surprised and a hint of disappointment was noticeable in her voice. It seemed that she had something to tell Wen Ran.

“Is there anything important?”

Mo Xiuchen pondered for a moment before asking again.

“Nothing really, when Ranran is awake, just ask her to call me back.” Bai Xiaoxiao didn’t tell Mo Xiuchen what the issue was, and hung up the phone.

Mo Xiuchen didn’t pay it much mind, he placed the phone back on the table, and again began watching Wen Ran sleep. Unconsciously, his mind began to wander.

Gu Kai and Wen Jin went to the airport an hour earlier than scheduled this morning, but not because he wanted to mess with them. The call last night was due to a mistake on his part about the time.

Initially, he planned to book that flight, but then he decided to book one an hour later so that Wen Ran wouldn’t have to wake up too early and lack sleep.

However, how could he, who usually had an excellent memory, make such a basic mistake?

His eyebrows knitted lightly, a shadow falling across his deep eyes, his lips thinning, he put Wen Ran’s hand under the blanket, stood up, and headed to the study.

As soon as entered the study, a long-distance international call from Gu Yan came through.

Mo Xiuchen sat in the chair behind the desk, letting his body sink into it. The air about him was one of laziness, his voice low, “Dad!”

“Xiuchen, have you and Ranran returned to G City?”

Gu Yan’s voice comes through the connection, distorted slightly by the distance across the Pacific Ocean.

Mo Xiuchen’s lips tightened, then calmly replied, “Dad, Ranran and I spent a few days in A City, and we just returned to G City this morning.”

“Oh, then, she isn’t with you right now?”

There was a moment of hesitation on Gu Yan’s side of the phone before he asked again.