“Hot, uncomfortable!”
Before she saw Mo Xiuchen, Wen Ran was in pain but there was still a trace of rationality left.
“Be good, wait a little more.”
Mo Xiuchen was indignant at the person who had hurt her and pained by her current discomfort. But everything paled in comparison to the shock of her choosing to jump off a cliff rather than endure humiliation.
A few months ago, when he first met her at a banquet, she was a warm and kind-hearted girl who was completely unaware of the maliciousness in people’s hearts. After the car accident where she lost her relative, she sacrificed her happiness for the sake of the company and her comatose brother, promising to become a qualified wife.
During their time together, he gradually discovered her multifaceted nature. She could be the pampered daughter from a wealthy family who never touched water, yet secretly learned cooking to give him a birthday present. Despite being a cherished baby in her family, she was so strong and independent that it made people worry.
Tonight, she would rather die than be humiliated. The cut on her left cheek was a few centimeters deep, the wounds embroidered with beads of blood felt like a sharp dagger piercing his heart.
Unknowingly, Wen Ran had occupied Mo Xiuchen’s heart and his every emotion was tied to her. Only when they were pulled up top and made it to safety was he able to relax.
Luo Haofeng and the others witnessed Wen Ran’s abnormal state, and they all understood what was going on. Luo Haofeng untied the rope bound on Xiuchen’s body and softly said, “Xiuchen, go back to the car first, let’s clean Wen Ran’s wounds to avoid infection.”
“Okay!” This update is available on novelꜰire.net
Mo Xiuchen nodded. Through his deep-set eyes, a cold glint flashed, instantly replaced by profound heartache. He held Wen Ran without letting go. Aware of her discomfort, he kissed her forehead gently and whispered, “Ranran, let’s go back to the car.”
Wen Ran whimpered in his arms, seemingly too uncomfortable to hear his words.
Upon returning to the car, Uncle Ming was still waiting. Seeing Mo Xiuchen holding Wen Ran, his eyes flashed with relief and he said genially, “Young Master Mo, I’ll take these guys and leave first. Let Young Master Luo drive that car, and you two can follow.”
His words were vague, but everyone understood that he was giving Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran a chance to be alone. Wen Ran had been holding on for too long and she might not be able to hold on until they reached the city.
Mo Xiuchen gratefully looked at Uncle Ming, “Uncle Ming, I won’t say thank you again. Let’s follow your plan.”