Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

Chapter 848: 847 Don’t despise me

After the kiss ended, Wen Ran completely relaxed into Mo Xiuchen’s embrace.

Her face was burning hot, her gaze hazy, and her legs even more so weak and feeble. Perhaps it had been too long since they had been this close; her heart felt as if it could burst out of her chest at any moment.

Mo Xiuchen’s large hand was around her waist, the flames dancing in his deep, intense eyes. Yet fearing that he might frighten her, he resisted the urge to continue and asked huskily, “Ranran, could you tell me about this place?”

He felt a sense of familiarity here, yet it was indistinct in his mind; he could not remember why it was familiar or what it meant to him.

Wen Ran calmed herself before lifting her eyes to meet his deep and fiery gaze, causing her heart to tremble fiercely again.

A faint smile bloomed across her beautiful eyes, then she looked around the spacious courtyard, finally resting her gaze on a cherry tree. In her mind, she saw an image of Mo Xiuchen standing in the cherry tree smiling down at her.

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Her heart suddenly warmed.

Pointing at the tree, she said tenderly, “Mo Xiuchen, when the cherries were ripe, you were in the tree, picking them for me to eat.”

A look of confusion appeared on Mo Xiuchen’s handsome face. He furrowed his brows, trying to remember something, but Wen Ran’s gentle voice stopped him, “Mo Xiuchen, don’t rush to remember the past. Let me introduce you first, and don’t force yourself to remember, okay?”

She was afraid that the more he tried to remember and couldn’t, the more anxious he would become.

Mo Xiuchen looked into her caring eyes and couldn’t help but smile warmly, agreeing, “Alright, I won’t hurry. After all, we have a lifetime ahead of us. Ranran, if I can never recall those past memories, then I will just remember every day starting from now. You won’t scorn me, will you?”

For some reason, his deliberately softened plea, “you won’t scorn me,” deeply touched Wen Ran’s heart. She feigned annoyance and glared at him, saying somewhat irritably, “You are the handsome, noble, wise, and decisive President Mo. Who would dare scorn you? If you don’t scorn me, I should be extremely grateful.”

“Haha, Ranran, you don’t need to be so grateful. Even if I forget myself, I can still remember you. In this lifetime, I can’t escape from the palm of your hand.”

Mo Xiuchen’s teasing dispelled the sourness in Wen Ran’s heart. She couldn’t help but smile and fiercely glanced at him, grabbing his large hand, “Let’s take a walk around the courtyard. There are fruit trees planted in the back too, I’ll show you.”

“Great!”

Mo Xiuchen smiled gently and charmingly, his eyes filled with adoration. He let her lead him by the hand, listening to her soft, tender voice, “Mo Xiuchen, the first time you brought me here, it was just as the cherries were ripening. That was also when you were sick.”

Hearing the suppressed sadness in Wen Ran’s voice, Mo Xiuchen’s heart tightened, and he subconsciously tightened his grip on her soft hand. They stopped in front of a marble table under the cherry tree. Wen Ran pointed at the several cherry trees and said, “That afternoon, you were responsible for picking cherries up in the tree, and I was in charge of eating them. We stayed here overnight, and the next day, we picked a lot of cherries to give away.”

“Oh, let me show you a photo.”

Wen Ran said, reaching for her phone.

Mo Xiuchen’s eyes deepened as he watched her take out her phone, find the photo, then she turned her body, flipping through the album to show him, “Mo Xiuchen, look, this is you picking cherries that I took. Aren’t you handsome?”

“Hmm.”

Excitement flickered through Mo Xiuchen’s eyes as he looked at the photos on Wen Ran’s phone. Yes, that was him.

There he was in the cherry tree, bending over to hand her cherries, reaching for cherries on the branches, and smiling gently at her…

Each photo was a testament to their happiness, and as he looked at those pictures, a complex emotion that was hard to articulate surfaced in his heart. His other long arm was tightly wrapped around Wen Ran’s waist, “Ranran.”

Wen Ran’s body stiffened slightly. She discerned the complexity in his tone and sensed his mood. Turning her head, her eyes met his with a tender gaze, “Mo Xiuchen, do you remember? You once told me that when you returned, you’d plant many fruit trees for me. In the future, every year when the fruits ripen, you’d accompany me here to pick them. And when we grew old, we would still live here…”

In his absence, each time she recalled those words, her heart ached unbearably.

It wasn’t just a day-by-day countdown, each day filled with torment, but every minute and every second was agonizing. The pain of missing him, mingled with panic, was something others could not understand.

“Ranran, I’m sorry.”

The tender adoration in Mo Xiuchen’s eyes was replaced by profound guilt and heartache. He knew that while he was away in D Country, spending days with Cheng Jia, his Ranran had been suffering immensely, overwhelmed with sorrow.

She must have been sad and desolate.

She not only dared not contact him but even when she connected to his phone, she couldn’t admit it.

Recalling her words on the phone, “You’ve dialed the wrong number,” his heart felt as if it was being severely clenched by an invisible hand, the pain sharp, and the hand around her waist suddenly tightened.

Unbeknownst to her, a layer of moisture had appeared in Wen Ran’s eyes. Her already clear eyes, soaked in mist, became even more crystal-clear, like top-grade pearls.

She blinked, forcibly suppressing the overwhelming sadness rising like a tide in her heart, and a tender smile appeared on her lips as she softly said, “Mo Xiuchen, don’t apologize. It wasn’t your fault.”

Even if he really ended up with Cheng Jia, even if he treated her as a stranger for his whole life, she wouldn’t blame him, not ever.

He was her Mo Xiuchen, the man she loved. As long as he was well, she was willing to keep this love in her heart forever, just as she had said, cherishing her love and memories of him till the end of her days.

“Mo Xiuchen, this villa was your grandparents’ house. You told me once that you had a happy childhood here.”

Wen Ran pursed her lips and then grinned radiantly, continuing her explanation.

“Is that so? This was my grandparents’ house?”

He led Wen Ran around to the back of the villa and then circled back from the right side, his heart still only vaguely familiar, unable to remember any specific fragments.

Wen Ran said with a smile, “Mo Xiuchen, because of time constraints back then, you didn’t get to tell me the fun things about your childhood. Whenever you remember, make sure to tell me everything.”

She wanted to know all about him, share his joys, and partake in his sorrows.

Mo Xiuchen nodded with a smile, tenderly promising, “Of course, Ranran. As soon as I recall my past, I will tell you right away.”

“It’s settled then.” Wen Ran’s smile was immensely joyful, her eyes sparkling like stars, bright and enticing. Her voice was cheerful, a pleasant sound to the ears, “Just don’t rush, I will always be here waiting for you to remember.”

“Ranran, thank you.”

Mo Xiuchen’s voice was deep and gentle, his heart, full of profound emotion.