Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict-Chapter 986 - 985 where did you get the confidence

Chapter 986: 985 where did you get the confidence

Chapter 986: 985 where did you get the confidence

Mo Xiuchen tenderly nudged her nose.

Wen Ran glared at him and pouted, “It’s all your fault. If you hadn’t said those things, would I have felt like crying?”

“Yes, blame me, it’s all my fault.” Although Mo Xiuchen’s words accepted the blame, the smile in his eyes was thick, showing no sign of real remorse.

“Of course, it’s your fault.” Wen Ran feigned displeasure and glared at him.

Mo Xiuchen laughed heartily and pulled her back into his embrace, “Ranran, the Spring Festival is coming soon. I’ll give you your holiday early, starting from tomorrow. You won’t have to come to work.”

“No.”

Wen Ran rejected his suggestion without a second thought.

Mo Xiuchen half-closed his eyes and looked at her, “Why?”

“I want my year-end bonus.” Wen Ran smiled mischievously at him, “The closer it gets to the holiday, the busier we are. I’ll work until everyone goes on holiday; you can just give me a bigger bonus.”

After saying this, she stepped out of his embrace, turned, and quickly walked back to her seat. Sitting down and seeing Mo Xiuchen walking towards her, she restrained her smile and said seriously, “Don’t talk about letting me go on vacation early again, or I will stop talking to you.”

**

In a high-end apartment in G City,

Jiang Liu had just finished watching the live broadcast of the press conference held by Mo Xiuchen. His handsome eyebrows were tightly knit together, his feelings incredibly mixed.

That morning, Mo Xiuchen had warned him that within ten days, he must either marry Shen Yuting or sever all ties with her.

He had been worried about how Mo Xiuchen would answer the reporters’ questions in the afternoon, but to his surprise, he had told the reporters the story of him and Wen Ran.

Watching the scene of everyone being moved by his story, Jiang Liu pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and took two deep drags before taking out his phone to book a flight out of the country for today.

After booking the flight, he zoned out for a while, then dialed Mo Xiuchen’s number.

Meanwhile, Mo Xiuchen had just returned to his desk. The sudden press conference had delayed some of his work for the day.

He had just opened his file when his phone rang. Seeing that the call was from Jiang Liu, Mo Xiuchen’s eyes grew colder, “Hello!”

“Thank you for not dragging Yuting into this. I’ve booked a flight abroad. In ten days, I will give you an explanation.”

In the following days, the love story of Mo Xiuchen, president of Haochen Group, and his wife spread throughout the streets and alleys of G City, seeming even more exciting than the arrival of the Spring Festival.

Wherever they went, stories about them could be heard.

However, what truly pleased Mo Xiuchen was not their fame, but that Ranran had been very enthusiastic these days, and under his guidance, she even took the lead, only failing to last until the end because she lacked stamina.

Night after night of tender and passionate moments.

At Wen Ran’s insistence, Mo Xiuchen didn’t let her take an early holiday; instead, he kept her by his side to attend various banquets and social functions.

That evening, like the previous days, Wen Ran accompanied Mo Xiuchen to a banquet.

Mo Xiuchen was held up by a recently famous director, unable to get away, so she quietly slipped aside to eat some food and then went outside for some peace.

Following behind her was the chief editor of that certain weekly magazine, Li Yaqing.

Stepping out of the hall, Li Yaqing’s voice rang out from behind, “Miss Wen!”

Wen Ran turned around to see Li Yaqing in a very low-cut, sexy dress. She slightly raised her elegant eyebrows and asked faintly, “Miss Li, did you call me for something?”

Li Yaqing moved closer and pointing to a swing not far ahead, she said, “Miss Wen, let’s talk over there.”

Wen Ran’s eyes flashed a trace of confusion as she looked indifferently at Li Yaqing walking over to sit in the hanging chair, waving at her.

Li Yaqing acted as if they were very familiar, causing Wen Ran to frown slightly—she didn’t like that woman, who had once coveted her husband. Even if Mo Xiuchen had never really considered Li Yaqing a threat, Wen Ran still disliked her.

She wondered if other women felt the same way about women who eyed their husbands.

She walked over but didn’t sit down in the hanging chair. Instead, she leaned against the railing and looked into the tranquil night sky, “Miss Li, if there’s something you need to say, say it.”

Li Yaqing tilted her face up, scrutinizing Wen Ran, “Initially, Miss Wen said she didn’t like to be in the limelight and wouldn’t make Mo General do anything he didn’t want. I really thought you were a low-profile woman who didn’t care about anything. It turns out, your words were just lip service.”

She looked at Wen Ran sarcastically, with a look of contempt for her apparent hypocrisy.

It was as if she was saying that Wen Ran was afraid Mo Xiuchen would be attracted to her if he had contact with her, hence the refusal to let Mo Xiuchen accept our magazine’s exclusive interview.

Wen Ran looked at Li Yaqing amused. Her imagination was truly rich.

“Is there anything else?”

She asked indifferently, her gaze still fixed on the night sky.

She really wasn’t interested in Li Yaqing’s face that she considered pretty and seductive.

Li Yaqing hated Wen Ran’s attitude, arrogantly ignoring her. She rolled her eyes and said, “Miss Wen dares to do it but doesn’t dare to admit it. Are you afraid that Mo General will be attracted to me and eventually leave you?”

That remark successfully made Wen Ran look back.

Wen Ran looked at Li Yaqing somewhat surprised. She was standing, and the other was sitting, thus she had to tilt her face up.

But Li Yaqing’s arrogance and disdain did not diminish because of her upward gaze.

Wen Ran blinked and asked with amusement, “Miss Li, where does your confidence come from?”

Li Yaqing raised an eyebrow, “Because I am better than you. You and Mo General are not from the same world. He is a business elite, wise and decisive, while you, not to mention not deserving to stand by his side, are simply ignorant and naïve.”

“Ignorant, naïve?”

Wen Ran’s words, spoken with a mocking laughter, only agitated Li Yaqing.

“That’s right, a successful man like Mo General should be accompanied by someone like me, a woman who can support him. They say every three years creates a generation gap; you, who are several years younger than him, what help can you offer other than burdening him?”

Wen Ran’s smile grew even brighter.

“What are you laughing at?”

Li Yaqing furrowed her brows, looking displeased at Wen Ran. Compared with her, Wen Ran really didn’t possess her maturity and seductiveness, even appearing somewhat green and tender.

How could Mo Xiuchen like such a woman?

Wen Ran couldn’t stop laughing, looking at Li Yaqing as if she was an alien, “You got one thing right, every three years creates a generation gap. If I’m not mistaken, you’re also several years older than me. Should I call you Auntie Li?”

“You…”

Li Yaqing’s face suddenly changed.

Pretending not to notice her change in expression, Wen Ran continued, “Could it be, Auntie Li, that you’ve never been chased by a man before, leading to hormonal imbalances and premature menopause, which is why you’re making such laughable statements?”

“What nonsense are you talking about?”

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Li Yaqing abruptly stood up from the hanging chair, staring at Wen Ran in a fury.