Chapter 634: 633 Apparently, you are not praising me.

Chapter 633

Wen Ran’s words were like a warm current flowing into Mo Xiuchen’s heart.

Her affirmation and praise were more moving and gratifying to him than anything else. He tightened his grip on her hand and leaned slightly down to kiss her face.

“Ranran, I’m happy that I’m so perfect in your eyes.”

His words had a touch of humor, effectively dispelling the melancholy brought about by their previous conversation.

Wen Ran smiled mischievously and said confidently, “I always had good taste, and my husband is, of course, the best of all.”

“Ha ha, apparently you’re not praising me but yourself.” Mo Xiuchen’s mouth curled into a grin, his laughter spreading all the way to his deep eyes.

Wen Ran just smiled.

Mo Xiuchen stared at her for a few seconds, then continued, “Xiao Wenqing’s assassination attempt led Ah Feng and Ah Mu to join the company. Over the next ten years, I replaced all of Xiao Wenqing’s people and kept secretly investigating the truth about what happened that year, as well as the evidence that she killed my mother and tried to harm me over and over.”

“You were also constantly looking for me.”

Wen Ran added, feeling both soft and sad at the thought of his many years of searching for her.

He had been searching for her all along, and she had been oblivious.

Mo Xiuchen held her tightly, their breaths intermingling, “Yes, I’ve always been looking for you, but I was too immature back then to let Xiao Wenqing discover this, leading her to bring out Cheng Jia.”

“She must have never thought that, even though she had carefully cultivated Cheng Jia with a mole on her chin for over ten years, in the end, your intuition alone was enough to disbelieve her.”

Wen Ran’s eyes were full of love and pride.

Her Xiuchen was truly amazing.

If Xiao Wenqing knew that Mo Xiuchen had found Wen Ran purely by intuition and had disbelieved Cheng Jia from the start due to the same intuition, she would probably be pissed off to the point of puking blood.

“Hmm, she wouldn’t have thought of that.”

Mo Xiuchen’s lips curled into a smirk, filled with mockery.

He calmly stated, “Three years ago, I found some clues about how Xiao Wenqing killed my mother. Ah Feng, Ah Mu, and I created another company called ‘Hao Chen,’ registered in D Country. Back then, we didn’t want Mo Jingteng to know, so none of us was the legal representative of the company. Instead, it was Qin Mu’s childhood friend and our junior, An Lin.”

An Lin?

“Is that the same An Lin mentioned by Luo Haofeng the other day?”

Wen Ran looked at Mo Xiuchen in surprise. He nodded and gently brushed away the stray hair from her forehead, “Yes, it’s her. An Lin has been managing Hao Chen for the past three years.”

Mo Xiuchen paused a little, then added, “An Lin is a very excellent, capable, and beautiful woman.”

Wen Ran curiously looked at him.

“How come you never mentioned her before?”

“Telling you now isn’t too late, is it?”

Mo Xiuchen gently smiled, his big hand caressing her hair lovingly, “According to my original plan, I was going to make MS Group go bankrupt, and then let Hao Chen take its place.”

But now, I suddenly feel that following through with that holds no meaning.

Thus, he decisively resigned from his position as CEO.

In the past, he was merely looking for her without having truly met her.

But now, not only have they met, but they also understand and love each other. He feels that nothing is more important than being happily together with her.

Wen Ran softly pressed her lips together, ignoring some emotions stirring within her heart.

She silently pondered for a while before gently asking:

“Xiuchen, are you telling me this because you’re planning to join Hao Chen next? The group of senior executives and technical staff who resigned from MS Group a while ago have started working at Hao Chen. Right now, Hao Chen is MS Group’s biggest competitor.”

One in G City, other in City C; the two companies are competing fiercely. The rivalry has not only intensified, but it has also caught the media’s attention.

Mo Xiuchen nodded with a smile, “Hmm, now that you’ve gone to work at the pharmaceutical factory and I have been idle for the past few days, I feel like I’m freeloading. Therefore, I thought of working at Hao Chen…”

“Xiuchen, you have a nosebleed!

Wen Ran’s anxious voice abruptly cut off Mo Xiuchen’s half-finished sentence.

Her body, which had been leaning on him, suddenly sprang out. The trip left his laps and snatched a few tissues from a small table next to the bed and handed them to him.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Mo Xiuchen had already tilted his face up and used the tissues Wen Ran handed over to wipe off the blood.

“Xiuchen, why did you suddenly have a nosebleed? Let’s go to the hospital right now to have my brother take a look at you.”

Wen Ran looked at Mo Xiuchen worriedly. His facial expression didn’t change at all in contrast to her worry. Even his smile from just moments ago remained on his face.

He wiped off the blood nonchalantly and said lightly, “Ranran, don’t worry, nosebleeding isn’t sickness.”

But Wen Ran couldn’t just not worry. She had already jumped off the bed, “Xiuchen, I’m not at ease. Let’s go to the hospital for a check-up, okay?”

Her clear eyes were full of worry as she looked at him.

She had never seen him sick or having a nosebleed before.

Indeed, a nosebleed isn’t serious. She had experienced it, and seen her friends experience it. But at this moment, seeing Mo Xiuchen have a nosebleed made her heart skip a beat.

An inexplicable uneasiness gripped her all of a sudden.

Seeing Wen Ran like this, Mo Xiuchen didn’t know whether to feel touched or heartbroken.

He threw the tissue into a nearby trash can, pulled her closer, and leaned close to her ear with a slightly husky voice, “Ranran, my nosebleed isn’t a sign of disease. It’s just that I want you too much.”

Wen Ran’s worried eyes suddenly widened as she looked into his teasing smile. The worry in her face gradually replaced with another emotion.

“Really? Is that it?”

After a few seconds, she asked somewhat incredulously.

She had heard before that having “those” thoughts could cause nosebleeds.

But she had never seen it firsthand and always thought it to be an exaggeration. Moreover, Mo Xiuchen was a man with such strong self-control. How could he have a nosebleed just because he ‘wanted her’?

Mo Xiuchen nodded affirmatively, “Hmm, yes.”