Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

Chapter 2469: Chapter 273

"You’re insane."

Momo couldn’t help but curse aloud.

Yin Shao really was a lunatic; he wasn’t even mad.

Being cursed at seemed to make him happy, "From now on, you’re in charge of peeling my eggs."

"..."

Momo peeled the egg and tossed it into his bowl. He took a bite with an expression of joy, "I want you because I’m interested in you. The night you saved me, I decided to repay you with my body."

"..."

"Momo, no one can find this place. Don’t bother thinking about escaping; I’ve already made arrangements. In one week, we will marry."

"Are you out of your mind?"

"Yes, I’m lovesick."

"Wanting me to marry you is fine. Come back to G City with me and propose to my parents in a proper manner."

Momo’s angry little face broke into a cold smile, her clear eyes full of mockery and disdain.

Yin Shao’s expression darkened a bit, "Provocation doesn’t work on me. Meeting your father and mother is just a matter of time."

"Do you dare?"

Momo raised an eyebrow, the mockery in her eyes growing stronger.

Yin Shao suddenly laughed, his smile eerie and cold, "I did steal you away, so I’m indeed afraid to meet your parents this way. But if we hold a wedding and you become my wife, I will dare to go with you to see them."

"I, Momo, will marry openly and honestly. If you can’t meet my demands, then you can only marry my corpse."

The mockery in Momo’s eyes was swept away by a resolute coldness. Her tone was calm, yet every word was firm.

"If you die, Ye Zhan will be heartbroken."

"Going with you like this, he’ll be even more heartbroken."

Momo suppressed the pain in her heart, refusing to compromise.

——

Imperial Capital Hospital.

After several days of unconsciousness, Ye Zhan finally awoke.

When he awoke, Mo Ziye was just in the room, along with Chu Junming.

It was Chu Junming who first noticed Ye Zhan’s eyelashes fluttering.

Seeing him truly awake, Chu Junming’s heart experienced a whirlwind of emotions as he called out "Big brother" with a mix of joy and complex feelings.

"Junming, Ziyi."

Ye Zhan’s gaze met Mo Ziye’s indifferent eyes, and his heart inexplicably tightened, an overwhelming but indescribable feeling engulfing him.

Mo Ziye glanced coldly at Ye Zhan without speaking.

Amid the quiet, the atmosphere grew awkward.

Chu Junming cast a pleading look at Mo Ziye. His brother had just woken up and couldn’t handle such news.

Ye Zhan’s eyebrows furrowed slightly under Mo Ziye’s relentless gaze; he even briefly closed his eyes.

As if searching for a particular feeling at a particular moment.

"Big brother, you were unconscious for days, but it’s good you’re awake now. I’ll call the doctor for a comprehensive check-up."

Saying so, Chu Junming glanced again at Mo Ziye.

Mo Ziye ignored his gaze, continuing to stare coldly at Ye Zhan.

His hands in his pockets slowly clenched into fists.

His lips curled in a cold, inexplicable arc, "Ye Zhan, your life is valuable."

Ye Zhan’s handsome face, pale from blood loss, colored slightly.

His dark eyes looked sharply at Mo Ziye, and after a pause, he asked slowly, "Where’s Momo?"

Rapid footsteps echoed from the corridor.

Chu Junming had brought the doctor, and with him was Ye Zhangming.

Seeing Mo Ziye and Ye Zhan alone in the ward, a hint of worry flickered in Ye Zhangming’s eyes.

But Mo Ziye turned at that moment and walked toward the door.

Ye Zhan watched Mo Ziye turn in silence, an unknown pain seeping through his heart, and pursed his thin lips subconsciously.

"Junming."

Before the doctor examined him, he looked at Chu Junming.

Chu Junming’s eyes flickered; he dared not meet his gaze, "Big brother, let the doctor check on you first. You were unconscious for so long and so severely injured."

Ye Zhan’s eyes dimmed as he looked at him.

Finally, he slowly closed his eyes.

His expression faded away.

Ye Zhan, ever astute, knew what Mo Ziye’s attitude and those ironically rich words implied.

He didn’t want to think about it, yet couldn’t deceive himself.

Having known Ye Zhan for years, Chu Junming saw his emotionless, pale face after closing his eyes, feeling as though his heart was being slowly carved by a dull knife.

His complexion shifted several times.

The hand hanging by his side tightened and then loosened.

Only after half a minute did he manage to calm his emotions.

Minutes later, the doctor completed Ye Zhan’s check-up.

He said Ye Zhan’s body was extremely weak and surviving was due to his luck. If not bedridden for a year, at least for three to five months.

Three to five months?

Ye Zhan coldly laughed in his heart.

The wound twinged under his emotional turmoil, causing a thin layer of sweat to bead on his forehead from the pain.

"Ah Zhan, you mustn’t get too worked up right now," Ye Zhangming spoke stiffly.

Throughout the years, he had said fewer words to Ye Zhan than he did in a month when his mother was still alive.

Ye Zhan didn’t look at Ye Zhangming, just at Chu Junming.

Due to his severe injuries, his body couldn’t move on the bed; even slightly turning his head caused the wounds to hurt.

However, he completely disregarded the pulling of his wounds and the sweat from the pain on his forehead, asking with difficulty and gloom, "Junming, where is Momo now?"

Chu Junming’s eyes shifted again.

He couldn’t meet Ye Zhan’s gaze.

"She saved me, didn’t she?"

"Big brother, you’ve just woken up..."

Chu Junming avoided answering.

The more he did so, the more it proved Ye Zhan’s conjecture was correct.

In his coma, he felt Momo, and it was indeed right.

But that feeling was fleeting, dissipating in moments. In his deep coma, he couldn’t wake up, and the feeling wasn’t very clear, just vaguely blurred.

The temperature in the ward gradually cooled down with their inexplicable conversation.

Ye Zhan’s handsome face carried a layer of chilling cold, and his deep eyes were dark and unreadable, releasing a bone-chilling coldness that couldn’t be ignored.

"You all should leave."

In the eerie silence of the space, after a long pause, Ye Zhan’s voice came out tired and indifferently.

Chu Junming’s face slightly changed when he called out, "Big Brother."

"Leave."

He had been in a coma for several days before waking up, his voice was not loud, carrying a trace of weakness and fatigue.

Yet, the coldness and suppressed anger in his tone remained unaffected.

Chu Junming already felt guilty, knowing Ye Zhan would be angry upon waking.

Nodding, he didn’t glance at Ye Zhangming beside him, turning to walk out.

A moment later.

Only Ye Zhangming and Ye Zhan remained in the ward.

"Ah Zhan, after you had the accident, your grandfather was attacked and injured on his way to see you. Though he has been saved, he hasn’t yet woken up, and the doctor said they don’t know when he will."

Ye Zhangming waited for a full minute, being treated like an invisible person by Ye Zhan, before speaking slowly.

Instead of mentioning Momo, he talked about Old Master Ye’s condition.

Ye Zhan’s ice-like face finally showed some change.

He slowly raised his eyes, looking at the man standing in front of his hospital bed, meeting his gaze. Ye Zhan’s eyes revealed a mocking cold smile.

"Are you telling me this was Grandpa’s idea? It has nothing to do with you?"

Ye Zhangming’s body slightly shook.

A trace of awkwardness flashed across his face.

"The situation was critical at that time, and Momo was also willing."

Ye Zhan’s enduring anger was finally unleashed by Ye Zhangming’s words, erupting completely.

He threw the quilt off him, disregarding his freshly awakened body, and sat up from the hospital bed.

Large drops of sweat dripped from his forehead, his originally pale handsome face lost all color instantaneously, turning as white as paper.

Even clearly feeling the warm blood soaking through the bandage.

However, he ignored all of it completely.

Using all his strength, he questioned Ye Zhangming fervently, "If you hadn’t wanted her to do this, she wouldn’t have even known, let alone volunteered."

Whether due to extreme anger or unable to endure the pain of the wound, his voice trembled.

"Lie down, Momo rescued you, not for you to torment yourself this way."

Ye Zhangming watched Ye Zhan in pain, reaching out to press him back onto the bed.

But as soon as his hand touched Ye Zhan, it was angrily brushed aside.

"You once sacrificed my mom to achieve your own goals, because she was your wife, she loved you. But what right do you have now to sacrifice the girl I love without my consent."

Ye Zhan panted, every ounce of anger needed to be quelled with unbearable pain.

He would rather die himself.

Than have the girl he loved fall into Poison Eagle’s hands for him, ruining her life forever.

"Ah Zhan, I will bring Momo back."

"Leave, I don’t want to see you again." Ye Zhan pointed towards the door, not wanting to see him remain here for another second.

Ye Zhangming felt somewhat displeased.

But considering Ye Zhan’s injuries, fearing he might pass out again next moment under such stress, he nodded, saying, "I’ll go check on your grandfather first." He turned and walked out of the ward.

Finally, Ye Zhan was left alone in the ward.

Momo’s face floated before his eyes, his heart clenched, and in the next second, he fainted again.

——

Some villa in Imperial City.

When Mo Ziye returned, Qin Mu and Tang Yang had just left, and Mo Xiuchen had not yet returned to the living room.

Seeing him return, Mo Xiuchen waited at the door for him.

"Dad, Ye Zhan has woken up."

Mo Ziye stepped forward after getting out of the car and spoke to Mo Xiuchen.

On the first day of the new year, snow fell in Imperial City, lasting for three consecutive days.

Today is the sixth, and the snow pressed on the branches hasn’t fully melted. The roads, however, have been cleared properly, yet everywhere remains a stretch of white.

Mo Xiuchen nodded, his gaze fixed on a silver fir weighed down by snow in the distance, his voice soft and cold, "Has he found out about Momo?"