Chapter 403: 402 My Favorite Woman

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Approaching noon, Mo Xiuchen went to pick up Wen Ran. Bai Xiaoxiao’s father was at home and insisted on having them stay for lunch.

In the afternoon, Mo Xiuchen accompanied Wen Ran to the graveyard to visit her parents and his mother.

Even though several months had passed, Wen Ran still couldn’t control her tears while standing in front of the tombstones. Seeing her grief, Mo Xiuchen tensely watched her from his upright stance next to her.

“Ranran, wipe your tears. If you cry, your parents will be heartbroken. They surely want to see your smile, not your tears.”

He took out a tissue, gently wiped her tears, and softly explained, “They have found leads about the car accident. They are gathering evidence, and it’s believed that there will be outcomes after the New Year. Once the culprits who killed your parents are caught, we’ll come to tell them.”

“Zhou Mingfu is dead. Xiao Wenqing and Wu Tianyi are left, but I have no idea where they are.”

How could Wen Ran not feel sad? That night, her brother told her about the latest developments in the case. It’s clear that Xiao Wenqing and Wu Tianyi were the main culprits.

As for whether there are other people behind them, that’s still an unknown.

“Don’t worry, they will be found.”

Mo Xiuchen swept a strand of hair behind her ear, his gaze on her was deep and resolute. From his conversation with Mo Zixuan this morning, he was sure that Mo Zixuan had connections with Xiao Wenqing.

However, it was uncertain whether Mo Zixuan knew where Xiao Wenqing was hiding.

If Mo Zixuan could think things through, perhaps he wouldn’t be manipulated by Xiao Wenqing and Wu Tianyi anymore. It all depends on how deep his inner demons are.

After visiting her parents, Mo Xiuchen took Wen Ran to visit his mother. Compared to Wen Ran’s sorrow, he was much calmer. His mother had passed away many years ago, and over these years he had experienced life and death several times, even the greatest grief was gradually eroded by the passage of time.

“Mom, this is Ranran, the woman I love the most. Without her, there would be no me today. If you can hear me, please bless her. May she always be safe and healthy.”

The moment Mo Xiuchen’s words were spoken, they were carried away by the wind.

Wen Ran tilted her head up, looking at his handsome brow, his exquisite and perfect facial features outlined in a soft light. Her heart suddenly skipped a beat, as if she could see his heart through his expressions.

The calmer and colder he was, the more it proved that he had gone through too much, to the point he no longer cared about his mother’s departure.

But no matter when, as long as she thought about what he had gone through, she couldn’t control the sympathy and pity in her heart. She pursed her lips and grasped his comforting hand.

Mo Xiuchen looked down at her, meeting her gentle and compassionate gaze, feeling a warmth in his heart, and the corners of his lips curved up slightly, “Ranran, before meeting you, I was accustomed to life without my mom, just as now, I am used to having you by my side. Except that back then, my heart was calm as water, and now, it is warm as spring.”

Feeling a bit sour in her nose, Wen Ran looked at his softened expression, her grip on his hand tightened slightly, looking at the woman on the tombstone, she softly said, “Mom, from now on, I will take care of Xiuchen for you. He won’t be alone again. Forget what he just said. You are his mother, and you should protect him.”

“Ranran!”

An emotion flickered in Mo Xiuchen’s eyes, his voice slightly unsteady.

Wen Ran flashed him a brilliant smile, “I didn’t say anything wrong, a mother should protect her son. You are her only son, she surely wants you to be happy, just like what you said to me.”

Mo Xiuchen suddenly didn’t know what to say, he just pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly.

Wen Ran’s heart trembled, her body softly snuggled against his, not moving.

After a long while, Mo Xiuchen’s voice, husky, echoed around her, “Ranran, did I ever tell you that meeting you is the luckiest, happiest thing in my life?”

Wen Ran didn’t speak, a gentle smile appeared on her lips, her hands embracing him tightened slightly.

Her heart silently replied: Meeting you is the happiest thing in my life.

By the roadside, Qing Yang and Qing Feng waited by the car, from a distance, watching Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran embrace each other. Qing Feng said with both admiration and envy, “Young Master Mo and Miss Wen are so fortunate. In this era, when true feelings are fading, they really make people envious.”

Qing Yang took a puff from his cigarette, looking at the envious Qing Feng, “If you’re envious, I’ll call home later and have mom find someone for you, so you can get married soon.”

“Do you think that by marrying someone at random, I could be like Young Master Mo and Miss Wen? How naive! Young Master Mo and Miss Wen have known each other for many years. More than a decade ago, Young Master Mo already had feelings for her. I’ve thought it over, if I can’t find someone I truly love, I’d rather stay single my whole life.”

“If you don’t try, how do you know? When they got married, Miss Wen didn’t love Young Master Mo.”

Qing Yang rebutted with a smile.

His words earned him a scornful look from Qing Feng, “Then you try it. I know what you’re up to, you want to trick me into getting married, so you won’t have to be pressured by mom and dad to go on blind dates, right?”

“Talking about blind dates, didn’t President Qin go on a blind date? Who knows if he got any results.”

Qing Yang tossed his cigarette butt on the ground and stamped it out.

Qing Feng looked in the distance where Wen Ran had stepped out from Mo Xiuchen’s arms.

Their eyes met from afar, and even though they were far away, he could sense the deep affection between them. Suddenly, a smirk appeared on his face. “President Qin’s blind date wouldn’t work because he was only deceiving himself.”

“What do you mean?”

Qing Yang frowned in confusion.

Qing Feng glanced at him, “Such deep issues, even if I explained them to you, you wouldn’t understand. Young Master Mo and Miss Wen are coming down. Let’s get ready to go home.”

During those days, although Qin Mu was responsible for picking up and dropping off Wen Ran, Qing Feng and Qing Yang were always following behind. But Qing Feng, that lad, was extremely observant.

As for Qin Mu’s feelings for Wen Ran, although he always kept them hidden, he couldn’t fool Qing Feng’s discerning eyes.

From the way Qin Mu looked at Wen Ran, he knew that he had fallen for her.

Especially at the construction site, when he was attacked and injured, yet he refused to leave because of Wen Ran’s arrival. He refused to let him stop the bleeding, and throughout, Qin Mu’s gaze never left Wen Ran for a second.

Afterward, Qing Feng thought if anything were to happen to Miss Wen, President Qin would protect her faster than he and Qing Yang.

He wouldn’t care about himself at all. In his eyes and heart, all he cared about was Miss Wen’s safety. And this was not just because of Young Master Mo’s instructions.

Qing Yang contemplated for a moment, unable to comprehend what Qing Feng meant. Seeing that Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran were getting closer, he lost interest in pondering and opened the car door, signaling them to get in.