Chapter 984: 983 Mo Xiuchen’s story Chapter 984: 983 Mo Xiuchen’s story “Rember, ten days’ ti!”
Mo Xiuchen’s warning words fell, and he imdiately hung up the phone.
Wen Ran looked at his frosty face, pursed her lips, and reached across the wide office desk to grasp Mo Xiuchen’s hand.
The warmth from her palm transferred to Mo Xiuchen, and the frost on his face gradually faded as he said softly, “Ranran, this matter was Jiang Liu’s doing, orchestrated by Shen Yuting.”
“I heard, Mo Xiuchen.”
She knew that if it had been anyone else, Mo Xiuchen would certainly not have let her off again and again. For Shen Yuting, his patience had already reached its limit.
Back then, when dealing with Cheng Jia, he hadn’t shown a trace of rcy, even though Cheng Jia had taken ticulous care of him for two months while he was suffering from amnesia; he had never had any affection for her.
And yet for Shen Yuting, because of her connection to the Gu Family, Mo Xiuchen had shown restraint ti and again. In fact, she too had been patient ti and ti again because of her brother and father.
Mo Xiuchen said indifferently, “I just hope she can appreciate all the good that so many people have done for her.”
“I know. The way you spoke earlier, Jiang Liu will definitely try his best to persuade Shen Yuting to marry him. If she really does marry Jiang Liu, she probably won’t continue behaving that way.”
Everyone’s tolerance has its limits, Mo Xiuchen’s, and hers as well.
Shen Yuting’s repeated hurts had eroded her last feelings of kinship. If there were to be a next ti, she couldn’t bla them for discarding familial affection.
What Wen Ran didn’t know was that Mo Xiuchen was doing this for Jiang Liu.
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Three o’clock in the afternoon
Mo Xiuchen held a press conference in a large hall on the top floor of Haochen.
The vast hall was packed with people, all the bustle subsided the mont Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran, hand in hand, entered; suddenly, the room fell silent as though struck mute.
Following behind them was a young girl, dressed in unremarkable attire.
Soone recognized her, widening their eyes in astonishnt.
Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran walked to the front of the stage, his gaze sharp as he scanned the room full of reporters. When his eyes turned to Wen Ran, the cold sharpness was instantly replaced by a gentle softness.
The two exchanged glances and sat down together.
“I promised to clarify this morning’s rumors this afternoon,” Mo Xiuchen said, his expression stern and his voice deep, conveying the authority of a leader as it echoed through the hall.
Everyone’s gaze converged on him and Wen Ran; such a handso and talented couple, their love as strong as gold, truly enviable and touching in these restless tis.
As for their story, they didn’t know all of it but they knew enough.
At least, about the past events, they were aware that when Mo Xiuchen took Wen Ran to Bali Island for a holiday, Wen Jin and Gu Kai had shared their tale.
At that ti, there were few in G City who were not moved.
Mo Xiuchen’s voice paused slightly, his gaze tenderly fixed on Wen Ran by his side, and his tone suddenly beca gentle and llow, “There is sothing I’ve never told everyone, and before I clear up the rumors today, I have a bit of news to share with you.”
The audience perked up instantly yet dared not to make a sound, rely pricking up their ears, waiting for him to reveal the news.
After all, Mo Xiuchen was known for his aloofness and usually didn’t say much. So, for him to proactively spill so news was certainly exciting.
“A few months ago, I lost my mory and forgot everyone, including myself.”
There was a collective gasp from the crowd, and everyone’s eyes widened in shock.
Mo Xiuchen wasn’t looking at the people below the stage but kept his deep, profound eyes on Wen Ran, gazing at her tenderly and deeply, as if he wanted to keep watching her until their hair turned white.
“I also forgot Ranran. Because of the deception orchestrated by my father, Mo Jingteng, and Cheng Jia, and due to the threats against Ranran, she spent a long period of ti yearning for across the Pacific Ocean, not daring to contact .”
Mo Xiuchen’s voice was low and deep, filled with a tightness of emotion, a complexity that was hard to express in words.
As he narrated, the emotions of everyone in the audience fluctuated along with his.
“The who forgot Ranran felt as if my heart was missing a piece and had beco incomplete and unhappy. Finally, one night, I had a dream, and when I woke up, I only rembered one number.”
Mo Xiuchen’s voice stopped, and the heartstrings of everyone tightened suddenly.
Soone couldn’t help but ask, “Mo General, was that number Mrs. Mo’s?”
A gentle smile appeared on Mo Xiuchen’s lips, and next to him, Wen Ran’s eyes sparkled, her red lips slightly pursed. She hadn’t expected Xiuchen to share this with the reporters.
She couldn’t describe what she was feeling—too many emotions were flooding in like a tide, filling up her nostrils and moistening her eyes. Subconsciously, she pressed her lips together, not allowing herself to cry in front of so many people.
Mo Xiuchen’s hand, intertwined with hers, tightened slightly, his smile growing ever more tender and affectionate as he answered the reporter’s question, “That number was Ranran’s. That night, I called her number, and across the Pacific Ocean, I heard her voice. Even though she said I had the wrong number, her voice easily made its ho in my heart.”
“Later, I texted her, and she would choose her words carefully, not daring to tell she was the one I was looking for. Afterward, when I returned to the country and was on my way to the airport, I happened to see her sitting in a coffee shop. That one glance, just like the voice from that midnight call, beca unforgettable to .”
“During the days I spent abroad, whenever I thought of her, I would feel an inexplicable warmth, even a short ssage from her would lift my spirits.”
Wen Ran never knew that listening to Xiuchen say these words in public would make her want to cry.
She tried hard to control her emotions, but tears swirled in her eyes, teetering on the edge of her eyelashes. The audience below had even forgotten to take pictures, each of them enraptured, touched to the core.
“The thing that made decide to return ho early was Ranran’s visit to see in D Country. When she appeared on the streets of D Country and entered my vision, I couldn’t help but follow her. I trailed her until, when I appeared in front of her, she treated as a stranger once again, politely calling Mr. Mo.”
“… Before my mory returned, I fell in love with Ranran once more. To get Ranran back by my side, I did many things, and now, Ranran has finally returned to .”
A happy smile lit up Mo Xiuchen’s face, infecting the entire hall. Everyone couldn’t help but show a joyful smile as if a weight had been lifted from their hearts.
“The fact that I could be reunited with Ranran… the one I am most thankful for is my few good friends…”
“Mo General, is it true that Young Master Qin has feelings for Mrs. Mo?”
Mo Xiuchen, unusually calm, did not get angry but instead said peacefully, “Don’t ask questions yet, I’m not done speaking.” His gaze shifted to the young girl sitting next to Wen Ran, still imrsed in his and Wen Ran’s love story, “You tell everyone the truth of the matter.”
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