Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

Chapter 845: Let Qing Feng be your model.

Mo Xiuchen’s low, deep laughter fell in Wen Ran’s ear, utterly heedless of the presence of others. He deliberately leaned closer to her, and what entered her ears, besides his magnetic, pleasant laughter, was his warm, masculine breath, threading through her senses and causing Wen Ran’s heartbeat to quicken, her face flushing red.

“Ranran, what other things are you referring to?” he asked.

His ambiguous words mysteriously stirred her heart, and Wen Ran, blushing, mouth slightly agape, eyes wide with surprise, didn’t know what to say.

For some reason, she felt he was referring to those intimate nights they shared in the past, when he would hold her tight, bringing her to peaks of bliss time and time again…

“Ranran, Mo Xiuchen really favors you,” Shen Yuting’s teasing voice came from the side. “When I asked him if I looked good just now, he barely gave me a passing glance, but now he looks like he can’t wait to devour you.”

Turning her head to meet Shen Yuting’s suggestive gaze, Wen Ran’s face grew even hotter. “Sister Ting, you’re exaggerating,” she said.

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“Ha ha, of course, I can’t treat you the same,” Mo Xiuchen admitted candidly, raising his eyelids to glance at Shen Yuting before his gaze returned to Wen Ran, appraising her from head to toe, leisurely adding, “Ranran is dressing up for me to see, so I must look carefully. If the clothes don’t suit her, then wouldn’t that be a poison for my eyes?”

“This miss is a natural hanger for clothes. This dress looks even better on her than on a model. We’ve been selling this dress for so long, and I’ve never seen it look as elegantly ethereal on anyone,” the shop assistant, sharp as ever, could tell Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran were no ordinary people, clearly aware they were wealthy. She wished nothing more than for Mo Xiuchen to buy one or two of each item in the store.

Yet, Wen Ran truly did look stunning in the clothes. Though slender, the design, style, and color of this dress suited her perfectly—just as the shop assistant said, her look was elegant and divine, yet still charmingly beautiful.

Shen Yuting, on the other hand, embodied a sexy and enchanting appeal with a mature vibe. The two dresses she had selected earlier suited her well, enhancing her allure and sensuality.

When they left the store, Mo Xiuchen carried Wen Ran’s clothes, while Shen Yuting carried her own.

Mo Xiuchen appeared to have no intention of displaying the chivalrous gesture of carrying her clothes, and Shen Yuting didn’t dare ask for his help. Though Mo Xiuchen had lost his memory, he behaved much the same as he always had, especially maintaining a cold indifference toward women other than Wen Ran.

She couldn’t help but feel intimidated.

After visiting two more stores, Shen Yuting bought another top, a pair of shorts, and a miniskirt. Having already been dismissed by Mo Xiuchen, she didn’t dare ask if she looked good anymore and instead had Wen Ran help her decide.

Wen Ran hadn’t planned to buy any clothes, but each store they entered, Mo Xiuchen helped her pick out two pieces. He picked out enough to show discretion, as if he knew she would refuse anything more.

In each store, he chose two items. At first, he insisted Wen Ran try them on, but after a while, he didn’t even let her try them; he just told the staff to wrap them up.

At the fifth store, while Shen Yuting was busy asking for Wen Ran’s help with picking out clothes, Mo Xiuchen made a call to Qing Feng and asked them to come and meet him there.

Shopping for clothes was always a slow process for women, and Shen Yuting was no exception.

In every store, she tried on at least five items before deciding to purchase one or two. Although Mo Xiuchen didn’t carry her clothes, he did help pay for them.

Qing Feng and Qing Yang arrived promptly. As Shen Yuting took Wen Ran off to look at bags, Qing Feng and Qing Yang arrived at the scene.

At this time, Wen Ran had bought even more clothes than Shen Yuting, and Mo Xiuchen was asking the clerk to wrap up a limited edition handbag for Wen Ran. Shen Yuting had also selected a handbag, and after paying for it, he had Qing Yang take both Wen Ran’s and Shen Yuting’s purchases to the car.

“Qing Feng, you stay.”

Qing Feng wanted to help carry things when Mo Xiuchen stopped him with an indifferent tone.

“Young Master Mo?”

Qing Feng looked at Mo Xiuchen, puzzled. Mo Xiuchen took a step forward, naturally and casually taking Wen Ran’s hand, and said to Shen Yuting, “Qing Feng and Jiang Liu are similar in height and build, and his appearance and temperament are also not bad. In a moment, let him be your model, and you can shop however you like. Ranran isn’t feeling too well; she’s been shopping for so long… she should go back and rest.”

Shen Yuting’s eyes widened in astonishment, unable to believe what Mo Xiuchen was saying. He was actually letting Qing Feng stay to be her model. Her hands, which had been hanging by her side, tightened secretly. She had been dragging Wen Ran from one women’s clothing store to another for so long just because she wanted to spend more time with him, to say a few more words to him.

Initially, she thought that Mo Xiuchen would patiently accompany them until the end. She didn’t expect that he was not just putting up with them nor was he considering Wen Ran’s feelings by agreeing to try on clothes for her. It was just because he was buying clothes for Wen Ran.

Now that he had made his purchases, he was ready to leave immediately.

Qing Feng was first taken aback, then quickly nodded as his gaze met Mo Xiuchen’s tranquil eyes. “Yes, Young Master Mo, I will definitely be a good model. Please, go home with Miss Wen.”

Wen Ran did not refuse. She looked up at Mo Xiuchen, who smiled slightly at her. She then turned to Shen Yuting and said, “Sister Ting, since Qing Feng can be your model, then Mo Xiuchen and I will go ahead and leave. He only got back to G City late last night and didn’t rest well. Plus, he’s been shopping with us for so long…”

“Ranran, Mo Xiuchen, if you guys don’t feel like shopping anymore, let’s just call it a day. I’m also tired of shopping. There’s no need to trouble Qing Feng to be a model. Another day, I’ll bring Jiang Liu out and we can shop for him then,” Shen Yuting quickly recovered, with a warm and alluring smile.

“Sister Ting, go ahead and shop, don’t let us affect your mood.”

“No, I’m truly tired. Let’s go.”

Shen Yuting raised her hand to stroke her curly hair, her smile unwavering.

Mo Xiuchen glanced at Shen Yuting and then turned to Wen Ran, saying quietly, “Ranran, let’s go.”

Shen Yuting had her own car and didn’t need a ride from them. Seeing them return to their car, Qing Yang delivered Shen Yuting’s bags to her vehicle. Wen Ran said goodbye to Shen Yuting and saw Mo Xiuchen sitting in the driver’s seat; she frowned lightly and whispered, “Mo Xiuchen, move over there, I’ll drive.”

Mo Xiuchen’s eyes narrowed as he saw the concern on her face. He smiled, his gaze intense as he looked at her, “Okay, you drive, but I’m not going home.”

Wen Ran nodded understandingly, smiling without a word.

Mo Xiuchen took her silence as acquiescence. He got out of the car, walked around to the passenger side, sat in the seat, and fastened his seat belt. He turned slightly to look at Wen Ran, who had also fastened her seatbelt, and said with a smile, “Ranran, we can set off now.”

Wen Ran looked at his smiling, handsome face and couldn’t help but smile as well. She placed her hands on the steering wheel and said tenderly, “If you’re tired, just close your eyes and take a short nap. I’ll wake you when we arrive at our destination.”