FLASH MARRIAGE: HE IS A WIFE-PAMPERING ADDICT

Chapter 901: 900 I remember everything now

Meng Ke’s question, tinged with concern and apology, made Bai Xiaoxiao abandon her intent to question him. She said gently, “No, I was just wondering why you would call my mom.”

“I couldn’t reach your cell phone, and thought it was so late, you might have gone home.”

“I was out with friends.”

“As long as you’re not alone, that’s fine. Don’t stay out too late. You’ve been on a plane all day, go home early and rest.” Meng Ke didn’t ask whom she was with; he simply expressed his concern for her to get home early.

The waiter brought in the porridge, and Luo Haofeng just glanced at it, waiting for Bai Xiaoxiao to finish her call before they ate together.

**

Suburban villa.

Second floor, master bedroom.

Mo Xiuchen gently grasped Wen Ran, who was about to check the wound on his arm, and pulled her into his arms. His thin lips kissed her hair as he excitedly and passionately called out her name, “Ranran, I remember everything now, all of it.”

“Mo Xiuchen, what did you say?”

Wen Ran’s face, pressed against his chest, suddenly lifted.

The eyes, originally clouded with confusion, flickered with shock. Her pupils dilated as she incredulously stared at the face in front of her, as sculpted and handsome as ever.

She could hardly believe what she had heard.

Mo Xiuchen said he remembered everything, all of it?

Did that mean, the memories he had lost were all back?

Did he remember every little detail of their time knowing, loving, and being together?

Mo Xiuchen looked at Wen Ran’s shocked face, feeling a sudden tightness at his heart. He parted his thin lips and said word by word, “Ranran, just now, I remembered everything, my memory has returned.”

The expression on Wen Ran’s face was complex.

Her eyes wide open, fixedly staring at Mo Xiuchen, too overjoyed and astonished to utter a word.

Only a tide of warmth swept over the tip of her nose, flooding into her eyes to become scalding tears, rolling down.

It was unclear whether it was joy or sorrow, heartache or perhaps all these emotions intertwined, tormenting her until, at this moment, they all turned into tears.

Her Mo Xiuchen had finally recovered his memory.

Though she had said before that she didn’t care whether he recovered his memory and that she didn’t want him to struggle for it, the moment he told her he remembered everything, the joy in her heart surged like a wild wave.

Wen Ran’s tears, for Mo Xiuchen, felt like molten iron seared onto his heart; a painful suffocation clenched his chest as his arms around her suddenly tightened.

His thin lips, tender and sympathetic, pressed against her forehead, her eye corners. He gently kissed away her tears, his voice low and husky, filled with apology: “Ranran, I’m sorry.”

He felt guilty, self-reproachful.

Even if he had forgotten the whole world, he shouldn’t have forgotten his Ranran.

Just now, in the moment when their bodies and minds united, scenes from the past surged into his mind like a fast-forwarded movie. Initially, there were the loving, sweet moments with Ranran, starting from their first time at the mountain summit, to later when he drugged her milk to detoxify her…

From the day Mo Xiuchen woke up and knew about his amnesia, he had been incessantly thinking about recovering his memory.

He had tried many methods, but, the more anxious he became, the less he could remember. All the methods proved ineffective. Even when Ranran accompanied him to the countryside villa, showing him the photos she had taken, and talking about their memories together.

Latter, even seeing his own diaries did not help him recover his memory.

Unexpectedly, it was when he and Ranran were physically united that the gates of memory swung open, and past events, like prisoners in their cages, poured forth.

Wen Ran’s body trembled lightly in his arms, she tried hard to control herself and not weep, yet tears still uncontrollably fell from her eyes. She held Mo Xiuchen tightly and choked up as she called out his name, “Mo Xiuchen!”

“Shhh, no more crying.”

Mo Xiuchen’s lips left her eyes, and he used his hand to wipe away her tears, softly saying, “If you keep crying, it is going to break my heart.”

Wen Ran bit her lip tightly, tears not yet dry, a touch of joyous smile burst across her face, her eyes, soaked with tears, glittering brilliantly, “When did you regain your memory?”

Mo Xiuchen’s eyes flickered gently, his lips curled up in a tender smile, patiently drying her tears, “Wait until you’ve stopped crying, and then I’ll tell you.”

Wen Ran glared at him, lifting both hands to fiercely wipe at her eyes, saying, “My tears are dry now; tell me quickly.”

Mo Xiuchen was amused by her adorable manner, both heartbroken and laughing, he stopped her, “You’re wiping your eyes so hard they’re getting red.”

Wen Ran let him grasp her small hands, making no attempt to pull away, just gazing at him unwaveringly, her eyes enamored.

Mo Xiuchen didn’t speak either, tenderly and passionately looking at her, for a moment, the room was so quiet that only their faint breathing could be heard.

In the flowing air, the ambiguous scent of pheromones gradually dissipated, a web of deep romantic feelings enveloping the lovers, with the outside world completely shut out, leaving only each other to deeply adore.

Thousands of romantically charged words couldn’t measure up to this intensely intimate gazing.

Mo Xiuchen’s large hand caressed her small face…

After a long while, their lips parted.

Mo Xiuchen tightly embraced the woman in his arms, his large hand gently stroking her hair, his husky and magnetic voice at her ear, “Ranran, not only do you have the ability to heal my body, you also have the ability to restore my memory.”

His voice carried a slight, heart-enticing chuckle, which, when heard by Wen Ran, caused her heart to suddenly tremble, her eyes, shocked and wide, looked at him momentarily before she belatedly realized the teasing and implied meaning behind his words, her little face flushing red again.

“You…”

“Haha, Ranran, do you understand now?” Mo Xiuchen laughed heartily as he had always found teasing her interesting. It was so in the past, and it still was.

However, remembering everything made his love for her even stronger.

Every time he thought about the days he was amnesiac, with Ranran alone remembering their past, forced by that vile woman Cheng Jia to swear an oath, not daring to approach him, left to cry in solitude, he hated himself.

It was all his fault.

If only he hadn’t forgotten Ranran, she wouldn’t have been so sad.

If only he hadn’t forgotten Ranran, he wouldn’t have allowed that despicable woman Cheng Jia to succeed. He couldn’t believe he’d kept that woman by his side for so long.

At this thought, the smile immediately faded from his face, a trace of coldness knitting between his brows, he was determined to find Cheng Jia, no matter where she fled, to track her down.

He could no longer allow her any chance to hurt Wen Ran; moreover, he vowed to return all the pain she had caused Wen Ran a hundredfold, a thousandfold even.

Seeing his sudden change in expression, Wen Ran immediately reached out to soothe his furrowed brow, softly saying, “Mo Xiuchen, think of nothing else.”

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