Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

Chapter 722: Before Regaining Memory, 721

After listening to Wen Ran, Gu Kai didn’t know what to say for a while.

He remembered the look of confusion on Mo Xiuchen’s face when he woke up from the coma

Not only had he forgotten everyone, he even couldn’t remember who he was.

Mo Xiuchen was not panicked, but calmly asked him what had happened.

He asked why he couldn’t remember himself or anyone else.

He told him his name was Gu Kai.

At that time, they hadn’t found Ranran and Ah Mu yet, he thought Ranran was really gone, so he didn’t tell Mo Xiuchen about her existence.

“Brother, you don’t have to be upset. Although I promised Cheng Jia not to actively look for Mo Xiuchen or tell him about the past, if Mo Xiuchen himself remembers, I think she might accept it. After all, feelings can’t be forced,” she said.

Although she resented Mo Jingteng and Cheng Jia for taking Mo Xiuchen away, she could not deny Cheng Jia’s feelings for Mo Xiuchen, because the man she loved was the same man they both loved.

Apart from threatening her to swear an oath, she could say that she believed in Cheng Jia’s feelings for Mo Xiuchen even more than she did in Mo Jingteng’s.

She knew well that Mo Jingteng wanted Mo Xiuchen to return only for the sake of the empire he had built all his life, using Xiuchen as nothing more than a useful pawn.

Ever since Mo Zixuan was arrested, it was evident from the fact that Mo Jingteng didn’t even pay him a glance.

If Xiuchen was of no use to him, Jingteng would certainly not take him away after he lost his memory.

And in order to take revenge on Mo Xiuchen for leaving the MS Group, he not only arranged for his divorce without saying a word, but also let Cheng Jia stay by his side.

Gu Kai smiled gently, “I’m not upset, I’m really moved. Even when Mo Xiuchen forgot everyone and everything, he could still remember your number, and he stubbornly searched for the person behind the number. I believe he forgot you temporarily, and it won’t be long before he can remember you.”

He stood up and patted Wen Ran on the shoulder, “Ranran, you are going to the countryside tomorrow, so go to bed early.”

“Uh-huh, good night, brother.”

Wen Ran smiled at him, watched him leave the room, looked at the old pictures in her phone’s gallery for a while, put down her phone, and went to sleep.

**

D Country

In an elegant Western-style restaurant.

Cheng Jia looked lovingly at the man sitting opposite her. He was polite and elegant in his manners, which somehow fascinated her.

“What’s the matter?”

Mo Xiuchen glanced at her and asked coldly.

Cheng Jia was taken aback, blinked blankly, and met his questioning gaze.

She quickly showed a beaming smile and said lightly, “Mo Xiuchen, I was thinking that we could find some time to take wedding photos.”

“What are you rushing for?”

Mo Xiuchen asked in turn.

His gaze lingered on her face for a second, then he lowered his head and fed a small chunk of beef into his mouth.

After his grandfather took him away, he told him that Cheng Jia was his fiancée.

Their wedding date was already set, and in these days, Cheng Jia was indeed very nice to him. However, he never felt anything for her.

A faintlysad and pretty face flashed before his eyes.

That one glance and half a second’s gaze were so deeply etched in his memory.

A subtle change of emotion flitted across Mo Xiuchen’s deep eyes.

The clear face was what he remembered the most clearly since he lost his memory. It could even be said that it was the only thing that stirred his emotions.

A trace of hurt flashed in Cheng Jia’s eyes. She fixed an affectionate and soft gaze on Mo Xiuchen.

With her voice so gentle it stirred sympathy, she said, “Mo Xiuchen, I had a dream last night, dreaming that you didn’t want me anymore.”

She pursed her lips, looking pitiful, and saw that Mo Xiuchen was just looking at her indifferently.

There was not the slightest sympathy in his eyes, which made her heart ache again.

Thinking of the dream she had last night, her eyes involuntarily reddened, “In the past, you would not be so indifferent to me. But, ever since you lost your memory, you don’t care about me anymore. You no longer mention our marriage, and you leave by yourself. Mo Xiuchen, I’m really scared now.”

Tears streamed silently down Cheng Jia’s face, aggrieved beyond words.

Mo Xiuchen’s handsome brows furrowed slightly as Cheng Jia’s voice continued, “Mo Xiuchen, if you never remember the past, will you never treat me the way you did before?”

“I don’t know.”

Mo Xiuchen’s voice was somewhat cold.

He didn’t have any feelings for Cheng Jia that a man should have for a woman, and he didn’t particularly dislike her, as long as she didn’t do anything to make him hate her.

If she could stay by his side obediently as just a secretary or perhaps as a nanny, he could reluctantly accept that.

But asking him to be with her as a lover, or even to seek for intimacy of a couple, he couldn’t do it.

Cheng Jia’s tears fell as he said, ‘I don’t know.’ She bit her lip tightly and wept silently.

Seeing other people in the hall, Xiuchen said in a low voice, “Don’t cry, or your makeup will be ruined.”

“Mo Xiuchen, I’m just sad…”

Cheng Jia’s grief was palpable, and she portrayed the sadness of being neglected by her lover after he had forgotten her perfectly.

Mo Xiuchen’s handsome face changed, and a complexity shone in his deep, black eyes.

Cheng Jia’s sadness wasn’t a façade, she was truly heartbroken. But Xiuchen didn’t feel any empathy in response to her sadness.

The emptiness in his heart did not fade away with her by his side.

He pursed his thin lips, and a hint of warmth seeped into his gaze, he said quietly, “Once we’re done with the work here, we’ll go back home. Being in a familiar environment might help recover my lost memories sooner.”

Cheng Jia was slightly taken aback, she looked at him with teary eyes, “Xiuchen, I didn’t mean to pressure you to recover your memory quickly, there’s no rush. The doctor said that your body is still recovering, and the amount of work you’re already handling is stressful enough, so don’t try and force your memory. What if you get a headache again?”

She had seen him getting headaches while trying to recall the past.

At that moment, when he mentioned about returning to their country could help recover his memory, she became anxious.

Mo Xiuchen’s voice was calm, “Don’t worry, I know my limits.”

After a short pause, he added, “We’ll still need to stay in D Country for at least another three months. I’m also busy handling things here, and really don’t have the energy to retrieve my memory. So, during these days, don’t compare the me from the past and the current me. It will just make you upset.”

Cheng Jia lightly bit her lip, staring at him without saying a word.

“As for our marriage, let’s not talk about it for the time being.”

“Mo Xiuchen, why?”

Cheng Jia looked at him sadly. He actually said they would not talk about their wedding for now.

No, she didn’t agree.

Mo Xiuchen saw her sadness, but his face didn’t change.

His voice was cold, without a hint of emotion, “Marriage is a lifetime matter, and I don’t want to take it lightly.”