Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

Chapter 556: 555, young master guessed really accurately

“Xiuchen, do you blame me for bringing Zixuan back home?”

Back then, Mo Jingteng brought Mo Zixuan, who was expelled from the house, back in not only to keep Mo Xiuchen in check but also to counter Xiao Wenqing and Wu Tianyi.

Having dealt in business for several decades, he was as cunning as an old fox. Upon the occurrence of the construction site accident, he could discern that something was off and suspected it may involve Xiao Wenqing.

He never genuinely intended to have Mo Zixuan replace Mo Xiuchen as he knew better than anyone how Mo Xiuchen was a hundred times superior to Mo Zixuan.

The MS Group was the result of his lifelong dedication. The corporation developed into the leading enterprise in G City, making the Mo family the City’s most prestigious one through many illicit means…

“Xiuchen, when I initially brought Zixuan back home, it was not to take your place but to counter Wu Tianyi and Xiao Wenqing.”

By the end of his confession, Mo Jingteng heaved a sigh of fatigue, his voice thick with remorse and guilt. It was unclear whether these were genuinely his feelings or just a pretense. He sounded like he had aged a decade: “I know that you have loathed me over the years. I was bewitched by Xiao Wenqing and not only caused your mother to commit suicide but nearly got you killed, too.”

Sitting on the couch, Mo Xiuchen appeared overwhelmingly cool and indifferent. Regardless of Mo Jingteng’s self-blame or regret, they seemed to bear no relation to him, as if he was hearing someone else’s story.

Yet the mocking, cold smirk at the corner of his mouth remained unhidden.

“Xiuchen, over these years, I have constantly tried to make amends with you. You may not appreciate my efforts, but I never forget the responsibilities of a father. I didn’t enlist you in the corporation because of your business acumen, but because you are my son, Mo Jingteng’s son. You are the eldest son of the Mo family; from the moment you entered the corporation, I planned to pass it on to you.”

As Mo Jingteng continued, he grew more impassioned and guilt-ridden; displaying neither his usual ruthlessness nor dominance, but the demeanor of a loving father towards his son.

Regrettably, Mo Xiuchen was unmoved by his words.

In comparison to his belated speech, it was Mo Xiuchen’s disbelief in his words that was more pivotal. His real reason for letting him enter the company was what exactly?

Did he dare to say he’s been trying to make amends all these years?

Ha, what a joke! If he really wanted to make amends, why did he turn a blind eye to Xiao Wenqing repeatedly hurting him and trying to kill him?

If he really hoped to compensate for what he did, why did their family of three live happily in Mo’s mansion, leaving him to fend for himself?

And if he really wanted to make amends, why did he drug his wife?

“Are you done talking?”

Mo Xiuchen’s thin lips drew a cold arc. His voice pervaded an indifferent coolness and visible impatience.

“Xiuchen, I am done.”

Having been domineering all his life, Mo Jingteng, for once, let his dignity down before Mo Xiuchen, playing the role of a father with a hint of helplessness and sorrow in his gentle voice.

“Remember to show up at the company tomorrow. I will submit my resignation at the shareholders’ meeting.”

After saying this, Mo Xiuchen hung up the call.

**

That night, Wen Ran was lying in her bed unable to sleep, tossing and turning restlessly.

Although lying on a familiar large bed, she didn’t have a familiar, warm and broad chest besides her, lacking the mature and cool scent of him, his embraces, and his arm serving as her pillow.

Wen Ran was shrouded in boundless loneliness and sadness. Sadly enough, those happy and affectionate moments with Mo Xiuchen kept replaying in her mind.

Her heart divided into two selves; one longing and deeply loving Mo Xiuchen to the extent that she would rather die than leave him, while the other was rational and indifferent, believing she should not drag on the pain and should leave soon.

The two selves argued and fought for a whole night, nearly leading her to mental breakdown.

Not until the sky started to brighten, did she fall asleep out of exhaustion. When she woke up, it was already broad daylight as a beam of golden light cast on the wallpaper beside her bed from the corner of the curtain.

Wen Ran yawned, rubbed her eyes gently and turned to grab the mobile from her bedside table. Seeing the time on the screen, she frowned in dissatisfaction.