Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict-Chapter 956 - 955 is greater than falling in love
Chapter 956: 955 is greater than falling in love
Chapter 956: 955 is greater than falling in love
Wen Ran chuckled, “No matter how he climbed up the ladder, he has indeed become the idol of many girls now.”
Thinking of Jiang Liu’s intense concern for Shen Yuting last night, Wen Ran couldn’t help but sigh silently in her heart. Shen Yuting had said on the phone that Jiang Liu would rather have an older woman than her.
Yet, Jiang Liu said that Shen Yuting was unwilling to see him.
What exactly was their relationship now? She was confused.
“By the way, what have you two been busy with recently? I’ve hardly seen you or Little Liu,” Wen Ran asked curiously.
These days, with Mo Xiuchen by her side, even if she was on a business trip, he would take her with him. She didn’t need Qing Feng and Qing Yang as bodyguards, so she saw them very rarely.
Qing Feng’s eyes twinkled with a smile, “Miss Wen, we’re doing something very great, but we can’t tell you right now.”
“Something very great?” Wen Ran looked at Qing Feng, who smiled mysteriously and proudly, and teased, “Don’t tell me you guys are falling in love.”
“Falling in love? That’s nothing; it’s much more significant than that.”
Qing Feng’s handsome eyebrows rose high, and the smile between his brows grew even more brilliant.
Wen Ran furrowed her brows, “You’re not saving the Milky Way System, are you?”
“Miss Wen, please don’t ask. You’ll know when the time is right,” Qing Feng’s feigned mystery genuinely piqued Wen Ran’s curiosity, “Is it Mo Xiuchen who told you not to tell me?”
She half-squinted her eyes. Mo Xiuchen had been with her all this time, almost inseparable, except for the occasional moments when he would step out of the room to take calls, keeping it from her.
“Miss Wen, Young Master Mo has asked us to keep it a secret,” Qing Feng admitted.
Seeing Wen Ran’s face full of curiosity, Qing Yang couldn’t help but smile as well.
Wen Ran pouted dismissively, “Even if you don’t tell me, I still know.”
“Miss Wen, since you already know, then we’re no longer in a difficult position,” Qing Feng was a sly one, his smile so dazzling that Wen Ran glared at him before turning her head to look out the window: It’s just preparing for the New Year goods, with the Spring Festival approaching quickly.
She didn’t say it out loud, just thought it to herself.
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Qing Feng and Qing Yang accompanied Wen Ran into the prison hospital. As they ascended the stairs, just as a man was coming out of Fu Jingyi’s ward, his eyes flickered with surprise when he saw Wen Ran.
Wen Ran blinked, feeling that the man looked familiar but couldn’t immediately recall where she had seen him.
After walking a few steps away, Wen Ran turned back to look, but the man had already turned into the safety passage.
“Miss Wen, do you know that person?” Qing Feng asked curiously when he saw Wen Ran looking back.
Wen Ran’s brow furrowed slightly, and after searching her memory for a moment, a realization smile appeared on her lips, “I thought he looked familiar just now, and now I remember. I saw the man before while shopping at the mall.”
It was before Xiaoxiao went abroad; they had gone to the mall and encountered that young couple buying a baby crib. She never thought that this man would know Fu Jingyi too?
At the door of the hospital room, Wen Ran looked through the glass window only to see Fu Jingyi half-reclining on the hospital bed. He appeared to have aged a decade in just a few months, his expression haggard. It was unclear whether it was the hospital gown that had masked his typically chilling aura, or if he had truly let go. Now, he seemed nothing more than a person gravely ill.
Upon hearing the door open, Fu Jingyi’s gaze drifted toward the entrance. Wen Ran offered a faint smile and walked toward the bed with some fruit, saying, “I bought you some pears.”
Fu Jingyi’s gaze settled on Wen Ran, his eyes carrying a hint of bewilderment. Hearing her mention the pears, a flicker of light seemed to pass through his eyes.
In an instant, it dissipated, leaving his gaze lonely and weathered.
Old Zhang’s face, gaunt and haggard from illness, showed a complex smile, “You actually remember I like pears, sit down.”
“I wouldn’t have remembered this time last year, but now that I do, I thought I might as well bring some for you. However, it seems someone beat me to it; my purchase might be redundant.”
“It won’t be redundant. Peel one for me; I’ll eat it now,” Fu Jingyi said with a smile, his eyes sweeping over the pears Li En had brought earlier.
Wen Ran raised an eyebrow, a graceful smile adorning her face: “No problem, I still know how to peel pears.”
As she spoke, Wen Ran picked up the fruit knife from the tray and took out a pear to peel for him.
“The man who left just now, he wouldn’t happen to be your son, would he?” Wen Ran asked nonchalantly while peeling the pear.
Fu Jingyi’s smile froze on his face.
Wen Ran looked slightly taken aback, “If I guessed wrong, there’s no need for such an expression.”
“Do you think I could have a son that old? Girl, I’ll tell you, the only woman I’ve ever loved in my life is your mother. I made a mistake back then, but that woman did not get pregnant. Later, another woman bore me a daughter. She’s your age.”
Towards the end, Fu Jingyi’s voice finally took on a tinge of bitterness. It wasn’t the kind of sorrow stemming from unrequited love for Wen Ran’s mother, but rather the regret of a father who had never fulfilled his responsibilities and only now had come to repent.
“I know this; you’ve told me before when I was younger,” Wen Ran’s voice was calm. He had informed her previously, although she had never met her.
Fu Jingyi laughed mockingly, “Yiyi’s hatred for me is no less than yours. I never fulfilled my duties as a father, which is why she refuses to see me. Even now, as I’m dying, she doesn’t want to.”
Wen Ran’s brows furrowed slightly, and the image of the pregnant woman flashed through her mind. She said somberly, “Perhaps it’s not convenient for her to see you now.”
“It’s not about convenience; she’s in confinement,” Fu Jingyi’s eyes changed, his expression immediately becoming grave.
An aura of indignation enveloped him, “She was wronged by some bastard, and now she has given birth to a child on her own. The person you saw earlier is my student. He says Yiyi refuses to tell him who that man is.”
Wen Ran’s eyes widened in shock. Last time, she had assumed those two were a married couple. So they weren’t, and the girl was an unwed mother?
“I failed to be a father before, but now that Yiyi has been wronged, I cannot just let it go. I have already told Li En to find out who took advantage of my daughter, who dared to abandon her after leading her on. He will have to pay a price.”
Wen Ran furrowed her brows and stopped peeling the pear, “What are you planning to do? Like how you retaliated against my dad before? Fu Jingyi, I think you should respect your daughter’s wishes.”
“I do respect her, and haven’t forced her to do anything she doesn’t want to. If it were before, I would’ve made her marry Li En. But now, I haven’t meddled in her affairs. Isn’t that enough?” Fu Jingyi’s tone was somewhat cold, clearly suppressing his anger.
Wen Ran shook her head disapprovingly, speaking lightly, “Your daughter doesn’t want to say who the man is; she must have her reasons. You don’t know the full story and yet you want the other party to pay a price. Aren’t you afraid that this person might be someone your daughter likes?”
