Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

Chapter 2139: Chapter 2138: Giving Up the Whole World

In the evening, Wen Jin returned home and received a call from Mo Xiuchen.

"I heard from Ah Kai that not only did Zheng Liangzhu instruct Zhang Jinlei to go to the hospital to find Xiaocha, but he also sought you out personally?"

"Ah Kai is really gossipy."

Wen Jin’s evasive response elicited a laugh from Mo Xiuchen, "If it weren’t for Ah Kai’s gossip, were you planning not to tell us anything? If you need any help, just say so, don’t leave Ranran worrying."

Mo Xiuchen clearly cared about Wen Jin himself, yet he always used Ranran as an excuse, as if he wouldn’t bother unless he was worried about Ranran.

Wen Jin was used to his way of speaking and a smile appeared on his face. After sitting down on the sofa, he replied, "There’s nothing I need your help with for now."

"Aren’t you afraid Zheng Liangzhu will slander Xiaocha?"

Clearly, Gu Kai had told Mo Xiuchen everything, and he knew it all.

"I have some dirt on his daughter as well. If he’s not afraid of ruining her reputation, he’s welcome to make false charges."

"Ah Jin, Zheng Liangzhu has always been ruthless. Even if Jin Yunchang knows about the things you found out, he’s still stubbornly letting his son marry Zheng Shirui. Even after what happened, he’s still helping the Zheng family. Don’t you think there might be a secret involved?"

Businessmen are all about profit.

Wen Jin hadn’t thought too deeply about it, "Jin Yunchang values Zheng Shirui because she’s the sole heir of the Zheng family, right?"

"I used to think that, but now I feel there’s more to it."

On the phone, Mo Xiuchen’s voice carried a hint of depth.

"Is there some unspeakable secret?"

Wen Jin’s voice suddenly turned cold. No matter what connections Zheng Liangzhu had, or who was backing him, Wen Jin would not let Zheng Shirui, who harmed Xiaocha, get away.

He’s seen dirty dealings in business before, and in recent years, he’s seen plenty without ever flinching.

"You’ll know once you investigate thoroughly. Since Zheng Liangzhu threatened you, you might as well dig deeper into him."

Mo Xiuchen’s voice carried a chill that Wen Jin could sense.

"Then I’ll trouble you with this."

He was straightforward, originally not wanting to trouble Mo Xiuchen to keep Ranran from worrying, but since Mo Xiuchen knew now, there was no need for formality.

"No problem, I’ll tell you the results in a couple of days."

Qing Feng and Qing Yang are pretty free lately, so it’s a good time to find something for them to do.

Mo Xiuchen hung up the phone and returned from the floor-to-ceiling window to the bed. Before Wen Ran could ask, he proactively told her the situation.

"Ranran, Zheng Liangzhu threatened Ah Jin, but from the way he sounds, there’s nothing we need to help with for now, so don’t worry."

"That’s good."

Wen Ran was finally relieved.

Her brother finally found someone he liked, and Wen Ran was waiting for his wedding day. She couldn’t let Zheng Liangzhu add any more obstacles to his love life.

Mo Xiuchen indulgently stroked her head, put down his phone, got into bed, and pulled her into his arms, "Don’t worry. No matter what tactics Zheng Liangzhu uses, we’re here. There’s no way we’ll let Ah Jin suffer."

"Xiuchen, you’re the best."

Wen Ran felt warmth in her heart, gazing at Mo Xiuchen’s eyes with increasing tenderness.

Mo Xiuchen smiled, loving Ranran’s compliments, and couldn’t help but lower his head to kiss her fair forehead, "Of course. If I weren’t good, would you have chosen to marry me over all the other men in the world?"

The boastful words made Wen Ran chuckle softly.

Outside the room, a knock suddenly sounded, followed by Ziyi’s worried voice, "Dad, Mom, please open the door quickly."

"What’s wrong with Ziyi? You’d better go open the door."

Wen Ran’s expression slightly changed, asking him a question and then urging Mo Xiuchen in a low voice.

Mo Xiuchen reassured her, "Don’t worry, there’s nothing wrong." Still, he got out of bed to open the door.

As soon as the door was opened, before he could ask, Ziyi anxiously said, "Dad, Mom, Sister Qingqing has a fever."

"Qingqing has a fever?"

Wen Ran’s face showed concern as she threw off the quilt and got out of bed.

Mo Xiuchen frowned slightly, "How did she get a fever? I’ll go with you to check."

"I was putting Sister Qingqing to sleep just now. After going to the bathroom and intending to sleep, I found Sister Qingqing’s cheeks flushed. I touched her, and she was burning hot."

Ziyi’s handsome little face was full of anxiety and worry.

"Let’s go and take a look."

Mo Xiuchen patted his small shoulder and glanced back at Wen Ran, who was walking over.

The three of them walked together to Qingqing’s room, where Qingqing slept sweetly on the child’s bed with flushed cheeks, just as Ziyi had said.

Wen Ran went to the bedside, touching Qingqing’s forehead, then her face, neck, and finally her stomach, her frown deepening, "She really has a fever, and it’s a high fever. How did this happen when she didn’t catch a cold?"

"It might be due to the recent weather changes, with significant temperature differences between morning and night. We should take her temperature."

Mo Xiuchen said, opening the drawer beside him.

Standing next to Wen Ran, Ziyi’s eyes flickered, and with guilt, he said, "Mom, maybe it’s my fault that my sister caught a fever."

"Oh?"

Wen Ran raised her delicate eyebrows and looked at Ziyi, waiting for him to explain.

Mo Xiuchen’s low voice echoed in the room, "Thirty-nine point two degrees, she needs to take fever-reducing medicine."

Ziyi pressed his lips together, speaking softly, "In the evening, Qingqing wanted to play with a water gun, so I played with her for a while, and her sleeves got wet."

"Where were you playing?"

"In the garden, Qingqing used the water gun to water the flowers."

Wen Ran saw Ziyi’s face full of guilt and self-blame, and her voice softened as she gave him a gentle look, not wanting to scold him.

"Help your dad get some water so your sister can wake up and take her medicine."

"Mom, I’m sorry, I won’t let my sister play with water guns again."

"It’s not that she can’t play, but it’s cold these days, and the garden is even colder. If you want to play, you can do it indoors. Outside, you need to be more careful. Was only her sleeve wet, or was all her clothing wet?"

"Hmm?"

Ziyi blinked, afraid to answer.

Hearing his feigned ignorance, Wen Ran realized it was the latter.

"Wake Qingqing up and give her the medicine. You’ll stay with her tonight instead of sleeping in your own room."

"Alright."

Ziyi dared not object, knowing it was his indulgence that caused Qingqing to have a high fever.

"And it can’t affect tomorrow’s exam."

Wen Ran added.

Ziyi nodded immediately, confidently replying, "Mom, I won’t let it affect tomorrow’s exam."

Ziyi climbed onto the bed, lay beside Qingqing’s ear, and softly called, "Qingqing, wake up. You’re sick. Take your medicine before going back to sleep."

"Brother."

Qingqing, stirred awake by his calling and shaking, blinked slowly, still not fully awake.

Ziyi let her lean into his arms, softly saying, "You have a fever. Be good and take your medicine, or you’ll feel uncomfortable."