Chapter 829: 828 is to leave him no time
The text message read, “Ranran, I love you!”
Wen Ran’s nose soured, and tears instantly filled her eyes.
She stared intently at those few words: Ranran, I love you.
During those tender, intimate nights before he lost his memory, he often whispered in her ear, sometimes simply calling her name: Ranran, Ranran…
Sometimes, it was a confession repeated over and over: Ranran, I love you.
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But then, things were different from now.
Mo Xiuchen had lost his memory now. He didn’t remember their past, didn’t know how much he used to love her, how he had given everything for her, even his own life.
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Although she had already heard him say that phrase tonight, now that it was conveyed through a text message, she was still so moved that hot tears welled up in her eyes, as if her heart were struck by towering waves, one after another, violently washing over every nerve ending…
With his “Ranran, I love you,” she suddenly couldn’t muster the courage to go to City C alone; she wanted to stay, to stay for him.
Whether it was just as friends or simply to live in the same city, breathing the same air, and possibly have a chance encounter, she didn’t want to leave anymore.
She was tired of being separated from him, tired of missing him until her pillow was wet with tears.
Mo Xiuchen didn’t send any more messages, and Wen Ran didn’t reply to his message. She didn’t know how to respond, afraid that a careless reply might hurt his heart.
She pursed her lips and found Cheng Jia’s number to block it.
In the past, she kept Cheng Jia’s number to get some news about Mo Xiuchen, even if it was deliberately sent to hurt her, she still knew.
But now, she didn’t need it anymore.
She didn’t want to hear Cheng Jia’s voice again, didn’t want to be reminded every now and then of those promises.
To speak selfishly, Wen Ran didn’t want to live like this forever. She wanted to overcome herself, hoping that one day she wouldn’t care about those promises, and her relationship with Mo Xiuchen would be more than just what it was now.
**
Cheng Jia’s hand was broken.
Her foot hadn’t fully recovered, and now her hand was injured.
It really was the ultimate bad luck. On the way back from the hospital, Cheng Jia was pondering how to take revenge for what happened today.
She had told that woman her name but didn’t know the woman’s name. The more she thought about it, the more she regretted being too impulsive today.
It was all because Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran had provoked her, and even her brain wasn’t working properly, which is why she was eager to cooperate with a stranger to fight against Wen Ran without even knowing who the other party was.
Now she only had two choices: either swallow the bitter pill and consider it a costly lesson, or meet with that woman tomorrow night and find a way to get back at Wen Ran eventually.
Cheng Jia, thinking about the encounter with Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran at the mall tonight, couldn’t calm the anger in her heart. As soon as she got home, she immediately called Mo Jingteng.
The phone rang several times before Mo Jingteng’s voice finally came through, cold and indifferent: “Hello!”
**
Mo’s mansion
Mo Xiuchen finished bathing, stepped out of the bathroom, and immediately there was a knock on the door.
Wiping his hair with one hand, he strode over to open it. The door opened, revealing Mo Zixuan standing outside.
Mo Xiuchen glanced indifferently at him and asked, “What is it?” then turned around and walked back into the room.
Mo Zixuan, watching his tall silhouette, pursed his lips, entered the bedroom, closed the door behind him, and said, “I just came back and heard the old man on the phone with Cheng Jia. He looked upset; I don’t know what Cheng Jia said again.”
Mo Xiuchen paused in his hair-drying, turned his head, and looked sharply at Mo Zixuan, “Cheng Jia called him?”
“Mhm,” Mo Zixuan nodded. He had overheard it when he entered the living room.
Mo Xiuchen snorted coldly, unconcerned, “Cheng Jia has nothing to offer but discord. I’ll wait for him to come to me later.”
He tossed the towel he used to dry his hair to the side and took two steps towards the vanity. He picked up the comb and briskly ran it through his hair, then pointed to the sofa, gesturing for Mo Zixuan to sit.
Mo Zixuan saw that he didn’t care, frowned slightly, and sat on the sofa. He looked at Mo Xiuchen, who appeared lazily at ease yet exuded an aura of noble elegance, and despite his reluctance, he had to admit it.
This man just stood there so simply, yet he had an overpowering presence that was impossible to ignore; a quality Zixuan knew he could never emulate.
He was indeed superior to him. No matter how hard he tried, he could never surpass Mo Xiuchen. Perhaps that was why Wen Ran had fallen for Mo Xiuchen.
Seeing Mo Xiuchen put down the comb and sit in front of the sofa, Mo Zixuan controlled his emotions, pursed his lips, and said stiffly, “I know you’re not afraid of the old man and Cheng Jia, but Cheng Jia is a woman capable of anything, and the old man is not much better. They can’t harm you, but they can hurt Ranran.”
Mo Xiuchen’s deep eyes suddenly narrowed, and he looked piercingly at Mo Zixuan, “He wants to harm Ranran?”
If Mo Jingteng dared to touch his Ranran, he guaranteed that even if he was his father, he would not be merciful.
Mo Zixuan was intimidated by the sudden chilling aura emitting from him, blinked, and then answered, “This is just my guess. The old man looked very angry when he found out that you and Ranran were together today.”
“What else did he say to you?”
Mo Xiuchen asked bluntly.
Mo Zixuan felt a jolt in his heart, realized that Mo Xiuchen had seen through him, changed color under his piercing gaze, and could no longer hide anything. He simply recounted what Mo Jingteng had just told him, “He said Ranran seduced you; Cheng Jia bumped into you two shopping together. He also asked me if I wanted to pursue Ranran.”
Mo Xiuchen’s eyes instantly turned icy, and his facial features grew cool in an instant, “If you don’t pursue Ranran and can’t stop her from being with me, is he going to eliminate Ranran?”
Each word was cold as a knife.
After hearing everything from Gu Kai, Mo Xiuchen lost all filial affection for Mo Jingteng. That man, who had brought him into the world yet heartlessly harmed him, had killed his mother, and now sought to harm the woman he loved.
Mo Jingteng was dreaming.
He had never had an opportunity to harm Ranran before, and starting now, he would make sure not to give him another chance.
“Yeah,” Mo Zixuan nodded, somewhat scared by Mo Xiuchen’s intensity, feeling the temperature of the room suddenly turn frigid, the cold penetrating his heart.
“You don’t need to be so angry; you’ve hired two bodyguards to protect Ranran before. Just let them continue protecting her,” Mo Zixuan hesitantly suggested.
Mo Xiuchen’s lips curled into a sneer, his anger turning to laughter, “I will protect Ranran well, but I won’t always remain passive. Since they have so much free time to bother Ranran, I’ll make sure they don’t have any time left to trouble or even think about harming her, not in the slightest.”