Chapter 184: 183 Your MO Xiuchen is too cunning.
Translator: 549690339
It wasn’t that Wen Ran didn’t believe in herself but she clearly knew her limits. Although she could manage the pharmaceutical factory, she was truly incapable of assisting MO Xiuchen.
MO Xiuchen led her into the restaurant, pulling out a chair for her to sit, saying, “I don’t need you to do anything for me. Don’t worry, I have entrusted Ah Mu to your brother, Ah Feng will be there too. He was transferred to H City only a year ago. He’s well equipped to deal with the group’s people and matters, just like Ah Mu.”
He could have let Luo Haofeng take those two girls to the Wen family, but considering that Luo Haofeng, despite managing the pharmaceutical factory in H City, was not as familiar with the Wen family as Qin Mu, he reluctantly made the decision to switch to Qin Mu instead.
A hint of surprise flashed in Wen Ran’s eyes. So, Luo Haofeng had been with G City before. No wonder he knew G City so well.
“Now you can relax and have breakfast. We have a lot to do today, you should eat more breakfast otherwise you won’t be able to keep up.”
MO Xiuchen took a seat next to her and said with a smile.
There was still a hint of displeasure hidden between Wen Ran’s elegantly furrowed brows, but MO Xiuchen brushed it off with a laugh, peeling an egg while saying, “In a while we’re going to Cheng Jia’s home. I’m sure it will be chaotic.”
Wen Ran’s mouth twitched in response, but she said nothing.
Breakfast ended with MO Xiuchen making deliberate efforts to lighten the mood. With so much happening today, Wen Ran didn’t have the mind to think about anything else – her mind was full with MO Xiuchen assuming the presidency and the plots to expose Zhou Mingfu.
As it turns out, everybody loves watching a good show.
On the way to Cheng Jia’s home, Wen Ran received a call from Bai Xiaoxiao. Her excited voice came through: “Ranran, why have you and MO Xiuchen not arrived yet, the most exciting moment is here, I’m live streaming it for you…”
Wen Ran furrowed her eyebrows, asking in confusion: “Where are you?
How did Xiaoxiao know about Cheng Jia and Little Liu?
“Haha, did you turn dumb? I just told you I’m live streaming and you still don’t know where I am. Of course, I’m at Cheng Jia’s doorway! The place is swamped with reporters, not even a fly could escape, oh look, even Xiao Wenqing is here…
Bai Xiaoxiao sounded hyped up, her voice booming. In the background, there was a cacophony of other voices.
If she spoke any quieter, Wen Ran wouldn’t be able to hear.
“How did you know?”
Wen Ran didn’t care about Cheng Jia’s embarrassment. MO Xiuchen had planned that out perfectly, with Xiao Wenqing adding fuel to the fire. There was bound to be some form of repercussion, of course. For every person who relished in the show, another would be spewing blood in anger.
“Luo Haofeng told me about it. I initially thought he was lying to me. I didn’t expect such an exciting drama. Ranran, you didn’t even tell me. However, I heard that that scoundrel Zhou Mingfu was plotting against you again, are you alright?”
While Luo Haofeng assured Bai Xiaoxiao that Wen Ran was okay, she never believed his words. She had to hear it directly from Wen Ran.
Wen Ran suddenly understood. No wonder Bai Xiaoxiao knew about it – it was thanks to Luo Haofeng.
She smiled faintly, “I’m fine. He told you to come and watch this spectacle, but did you see those two women who wanted to kidnap me?”
“Oh god, don’t even mention that. It makes me want to laugh just thinking about it. MO Xiuchen’s real crafty to make someone as unattractive as those two girls accompany Luo Haofeng for the whole night. But I have to thank him, Luo Haofeng couldn’t stand being around those hideous women and needed a beauty like me to soothe his nerves.”
Wen Ran burst into laughter, attracting MO Xiuchen’s attention. She glanced at him, continued chatting with Bai Xiaoxiao, “Don’t let his flattering words deceive you. Ah, I’m almost there, I’ll talk to you later.”
The Aston made a turn and Wen Ran saw Cheng Jia’s residence. No one was at the gates and she guessed that they must have all gone upstairs.
After hanging up, Wen Ran turned to MO Xiuchen and asked, “With so many reporters surrounding the area, will Little Liu be able to handle it? Will he be traumatized?”
MO Xiuchen chuckled, nonchalantly saying, “Don’t let Liu’s honest face fool you. He can easily manage a few reporters.”
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!”