Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

He had already trained him last night, Little Liu always listened to him. If he asked him to sleep with a woman, or even die, he wouldn’t hesitate.

“We can’t drive any further. We’ll have to walk the rest of the way. Can you manage?”

MO Xiuchen parked the car on the roadside. Looking at all the vehicles parked outside the residential area, it seemed that most of G city’s media was out of their burrows today. One could only wonder whether Xiao Wenqing was satisfied with how the play unfolded.

Wen Ran nodded. She wasn’t so delicate that she couldn’t walk that far.

MO Xiuchen smiled, parked the car properly, and unbuckled her seatbelt. He got out of the car and came around to open the passenger door from the outside for her. His tall figure standing outside the car, he extended his hand to her with a gentle smile, “Dear wife, let’s get out of the car!”

Wen Ran glared at him, the morning sun was shining on his handsome face, vividly outlining his deep, well-defined features. His straight and tall figure was elegant and refined like none else, her heart involuntarily quickened its pace.

Her clear, fair face was tinged with a touch of blush. Whether it was the glow from the morning sun or her own bashfulness, she didn’t know.

MO Xiuchen’s eyes lingered on her face for a moment, his broad hand held her soft hand gently. Together, they entered the residential area.

A crowd came out of the building just at that moment.

Several reporters with cameras were leading the pack, clicking away at their cameras without stopping. Following them were Little Liu and Cheng Jia.

Like a chivalrous knight, Little Liu’s tall figure stood protectively around the frail Cheng Jia. His brow was furrowed in anger, his eyes sharp. Cheng Jia, however, was pale and haggard.

As Cheng Jia emerged from the building, she looked up to see the handsome, imposing, and aristocratic MO Xiuchen holding the charming Wen Ran like a delicate rose, a few meters away. Her eyes narrowed, as the last hint of color drained from her face.

Her weak body, even in Little Liu’s arms, was visibly shaken.

Something in her chest shattered all at once. For a long time, she stood there blank-minded, her dull eyes fixed on the man who was as divine as a god.

Wen Ran was also shocked by Cheng Jia’s appearance. Despite her strong dislike of Cheng Jia, and having warned her before that as long as she, Wen Ran, existed, Cheng Jia would never steal her husband.

But seeing her today, withered and haggard, and the way she was looking at MO Xiuchen with eyes so dazed that she seemed to have forgotten her pain, there was no pity in Wen Ran’s heart, nor was there any joy.

It seemed that MO Xiuchen sensed her mood, the grip on her hand tightened slightly. He glanced at Cheng Jia indifferently, withdrew his gaze, and then looked at the woman by his side with gentle eyes. Leaning down, he whispered in her ear, “Don’t feel sorry for her.. After all, the man she covets is your husband!”