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After a moment of silence, MO Xiuchen said softly, “Call me when you get back.”
“No need, Sister Li will drive me home.”
The moment Wen Ran’s cold refusal landed, a familiar and joyous “Ranran” sounded from behind her. She turned her head in surprise and saw MO Zixuan standing a few steps behind her, staring at her intensely.
Their eyes met, but she quickly avoided his gaze and lowered her head to check her phone, only to find that the call had already ended.
Wen Ran furrowed her brows, staring at the phone for a couple of seconds. She was uncertain as to whether MO Xiuchen had heard MO Zixuan’s call and wondered if he had misinterpreted it.
Mulling over this, she ignored MO Zixuan standing a few steps away and turned to leave.
“Ranran, wait a minute.”
Seeing her leave, MO Zixuan’s face changed. He quickly caught up with her and explained anxiously, “Ranran, I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to do. I just want to talk to you.”
In the parking lot, Sister Li stood at the front of the car, considering whether to approach MO Zixuan and Wen Ran who were several meters away.
Wen Ran paused and looked at him coldly, “I have nothing to say to you.”
“Ranran, I know you hate me, and I hate myself. Last time, I was too impulsive, I apologize, it was my fault.”
MO Zixuan’s eyes flashed with pain as he stepped forward, spreading his arms to block her path, yet he didn’t dare to grab her like last time.
With his eyes fixed on her, his emotions were perfectly etched onto his handsome face.
Wen Ran hesitated for a moment. Seeing MO Zixuan’s face filled with guilt and pain, she softened her tone, “If you genuinely feel sorry, then please, don’t ever bother me again.”
MO Zixuan’s eyes were filled with bitterness.
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Wen Ran remained unmoved by his pain. Her eyes were as still as a ripple-less pond, no longer harboring the warmth and tenderness of the past.
MO Zixuan gritted his teeth and said firmly, “Ranran, I can promise you, I won’t bother you or call you that way again. But I will find out who set me up with Zhou Lin that night, to show you that you’ve been the only one I’ve ever loved and I’ll wait for the day you forgive me.”
Wen Ran’s face faltered slightly. She did not wish for MO Zixuan to persist, regardless of whether he was set up or had made a mistake before, they were no longer tied to each other.
“There’s no need for that.”
She lightly pursed her lips, her tone icy.
MO Zixuan, usually mellow, always wore a warm smile in front of her, hardly ever getting angry. But in this moment, his expression was severe, even desperate: “From the moment I fell for you, I swore to love you for a lifetime. Ranran, regardless of whether you believe it or not, I have to tell you, MO Xiuchen did not marry you because he loved you. He was only getting back at me. You cannot fall in love with him!”
A hint of coldness rose on Wen Ran’s face. Even if she did not have feelings for MO Xiuchen, she had given her word to treat him well, as family. Naturally, she wouldn’t allow MO Zixuan to vilify him. She explained rigidly, “MO Xiuchen helped me when I needed it most. We did not know each other before, so there was no emotional attachment. As for any conflicts between the two of you, I neither know nor care about them. He’s now my husband, so, please refrain from speaking ill of him in my presence. Those words mean nothing to me..”