Chapter 121: It depends on how you do it.
Translator: 549690339
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
MO Xiuchen’s lips hooked up slightly, carrying a hint of allure in the dim light, accompanied by an undertone of cool mockery. His mood had been off for the past few days, and now this had happened…
He could always deny that the little girl who saved him in the past was Cheng Jia, but he couldn’t deny that she was the one who pushed him away this time and got herself hurt. Even if he was cold and merciless, he was still human, not a stone hearted being!
Wen Ran ignored the sadness that stirred in her heart due to his mocking words, forced a smile, and countered his question, “If she makes excessive demands, will you agree?”
MO Xiuchen frowned, it was his question, how could she turn it back on him.
“That depends on what you do!”
Against her tender smile, not only was he not in a good mood, but he was even more irritated.
The smile on Wen Ran’s face froze at his words. Their marriage was originally a transaction. She promised to try her best to be a good wife, but the power was in his hands.
He was not bad to her either, but she would never forget that they had no feelings for each other, he had never told her that he liked her or anything like that.
She cast her gaze down and evaded his piercing eyes, saying faintly: “I’ll do my best.”
At noon, Wen Ran skipped lunch and decided to nap in the office’s break room.
If it wasn’t for the phone constantly ringing, she wouldn’t have woken up.
When she saw the caller ID, she was shocked, and sat up abruptly from the bed.
Then, she noticed that it was already four pm. Why didn’t Sister Li wake her
“Hello?”
Just waking up from a few hours of sleep, her voice was a bit hoarse.
In her ears, she heard MO Xiuchen’s low magnetic voice, “Ranran, open the door!”
“Huh?”
Wen Ran’s brain hadn’t fully woken up yet, and she couldn’t comprehend the meaning of MO Xiuchen’s words right away.
“I’m outside your office.”
MO Xiuchen patiently explained, his voice gentle. When he arrived, Li Qian had informed him that Wen Ran was still sleeping.
“Oh, wait a minute.”
Wen Ran was taken aback, hastily got off the bed, put on her shoes, ran out of the rest room, opened the door, and saw the handsome figure standing outside the door. She scratched her head in embarrassment: “I didn’t realize that I had overslept.”
In the morning, MO Xiuchen had arranged with her to visit Cheng Jia in the hospital in the afternoon.
MO Xiuchen’s gaze swept over her slightly disheveled hair, resting on her professional attire. His eyes held a hint of deep thoughts.
She still had traces of sleep in her eyes, making her seem more charming and tender than usual.
Watching her, he couldn’t help but feel something stir within him.
Wen Ran was stunned by MO Xiuchen’s gaze. She blinked in confusion, and kept looking down to see if there was anything wrong with her.
“Comb your hair.”
MO Xiuchen kept his emotions in check, his hand gently brushing her stray hairs that fell over her cheeks, his rough fingertips grazing her cheek.
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Waking up from her daze, she hurriedly avoided his hand, turned around, and walked to her office desk.
MO Xiuchen smiled slightly, closed the door, and followed her. Wen Ran did not return to her office desk, but instead, she leaned over the desk, opened the drawer to get a comb.
Unaware of MO Xiuchen standing behind her, she turned around with the comb in her hand, almost running into his chin. He promptly reached out, catching her in his arms.
Wen Ran gasped, her eyes wide in surprise.
“Let me comb your hair for you.”
Before Wen Ran could respond, MO Xiuchen took the comb from her hand. His gaze was filled with humor, so affectionate and gentle as if he were about to draw her into his world.
Her heart missed a beat as she met his gaze.
She didn’t have the chance to refuse, nor did she want to. The last trace of sleepiness was replaced by this gentle moment. A faint blush crept on her cheeks accompanied by a shallow smile, making her appearance incredibly endearing.
MO Xiuchen had never combed anyone else’s hair, but this wasn’t the first time he had combed Wen Ran’s hair, he was gentle and skillful, the touch of the comb passing through her soft hair stirred up feelings in the deepest and most tender part of his heart..
