Chapter 968: 967 will find out clearly Chapter 968: 967 will find out clearly “Looks a bit like me?” Wen Ran clearly didn’t believe it, “Xiaoxiao, are you lovesick, thinking everyone looks like me?”

“Cut it out, I’m not Mo Xiuchen, lovesick over you or whatever. I’m telling you the truth. Next time I see her, I’ll take a photo of her for you.”

Seeing Wen Ran’s disbelief, Bai Xiaoxiao earnestly promised over the phone.

Wen Ran couldn’t help but laugh, “Alright, I’ll wait to see if she really does look like me.”

“It’s true, how can I describe it? Anyway, there’s a resemblance, but she’s rather aloof. I don’t know if she’d let me take a photo.”

“Then don’t take it, Xiaoxiao. You’re alone abroad, you must be mindful of your safety, understand?”

Wen Ran dropped her smile and admonished with concern.

She suddenly felt some regret for suggesting Bai Xiaoxiao study abroad. Although it was for her own good and to let Luo Haofeng take full control of the family business, the other day Mo Xiuchen had mentioned that Luo Haofeng was having some trouble.

“I know, you say that every time you call. Ranran, you’re practically getting as nagging as an old lady. You should rather spend your time giving me a godson and a goddaughter. If I come back and you haven’t managed to have one, just see how I’m going to handle you.”

“Do you think it’s like shopping? Saying ‘buy’ and it’s bought? Having a baby takes ten months.”

Wen Ran retorted with a smile.

Bai Xiaoxiao snorted over the phone, her tone suggesting disbelief: “Do you think I haven’t seen a thing or two? Talking about ten months of pregnancy, it’s strictly only nine months and a week at most. If you give birth a few days early, then it’s nine months…”

“Xiaoxiao, if I didn’t know you went abroad for studies, I would think that you went to research childbirth…”

**
“Miss Shen, these are the seasonings Miss Wen asked me to bring you.”

At the bottom of Shen Yuting’s apartment building, Qing Feng handed over the bag of seasonings to Shen Yuting, his words maintaining the necessary politeness, but his expression was hardly warm.

Shen Yuting took the bag and asked with concern, “Ranran mentioned she had an urgent matter; what is it that’s so pressing she doesn’t even have time for a meal?”

She shouldn’t have mentioned it; as soon as she did, Qing Feng got irritated and said sarcastically, “Miss Wen isn’t dealing with an urgent matter, but rather she’s been hurt by some rumors. We were just at the mall getting the seasonings you needed, and encountered a group of bratty girls. They accused Miss Wen of stealing your boyfriend.”

“How could that happen?”

Shen Yuting’s eyes widened in shock, concern showing on her face, pretending not to see the mockery in Qing Feng’s smile.

“I’d like to know what this is all about too. They just happened to be at the entrance of the mall, and I just asked mall security to review the surveillance. That group of people had been standing at the entrance for about ten minutes, as if they were waiting for Miss Wen to come out.”

Shen Yuting turned pale, “What do you mean? You don’t think it was me who arranged for people to deliberately insult Ranran, do you?”

Qing Feng coldly snorted with indifference, “I didn’t say it was Miss Shen, just that this matter is fishy. If Miss Shen wants to take it personally, I can’t help it. Young Master Mo is still unaware of today’s incident, but if he finds out, he will definitely investigate.”

Shen Yuting’s face lost even more color, and facing Qing Feng’s piercing gaze, she said angrily, “You’d better clear things up. You’re Ranran’s bodyguard, yet you let her be insulted. You’re completely unqualified for your job. If Mo Xiuchen finds out, be careful of losing your job.”

“Whether my job is secure or not is none of Miss Shen’s concern. However, the fact that this mall is near Miss Shen’s home, and you asked Miss Wen to buy spices here for you–all these coincidences are quite telling.”

“Don’t slander me! I’m Ranran’s cousin; how could I possibly harm her?” Shen Yuting roared in infuriated embarrassment.

Qing Feng, seeing her anger, became even more calm. Relying on his sharp insights honed in the special forces, he felt that Shen Yuting couldn’t be uninvolved in this affair.

The things those girls said clearly weren’t just based on online rumors; rather, someone had told them. Otherwise, how could they have implicated Mo Zixuan, Qin Mu, or even Wen Jin due to the affair between Wen Ran and Jiang Liu?

Such malicious slander–if they hadn’t been girls, Qing Feng would have taken action right then and there.

“I’ll make sure to get to the bottom of this. In the future, if Miss Shen doesn’t have any particular business, it’s best to lessen your interactions with our Miss Wen, to avoid such ‘coincidences’.”

After Qing Feng finished speaking, he ignored Shen Yuting’s pale face and turned to slip into the taxi, leaving swiftly behind.

Shen Yuting watched the disappearing taxi, clenched her teeth fiercely, and, in two steps, reached the nearby trash can to throw the bag in her hand into it.

Wen Ran, I just wanted to take back what’s mine. You have so many men who love you, losing Mo Xiuchen wouldn’t matter.

She had already been abandoned by everyone, with no way out.

**
In the evening, Mo Xiuchen had a dinner engagement.

When he returned, it was already nine o’clock. Wen Ran, having taken her bath, was wearing her pyjamas and curled up on the sofa watching a variety show.

On the LCD screen, everyone laughed heartily, and the audience was bent over with laughter too. Wen Ran’s gaze, however, seemed to drift past the screen to someplace far away.

Upon entering the door, Mo Xiuchen saw Wen Ran hugging a pillow and staring off into space, her delicate features under the crystal light imbued unintentionally with a touch of sorrow, gripping the viewer’s heart.

A trace of distress appeared in his eyes, his thin lips lightly pressed together, and he strode over to the sofa.

“Ranran!”

Hearing his voice, Wen Ran snapped back to reality. Her eyes flickered, she gathered her thoughts, and a beautiful smile bloomed on her fair face. She was trying to stand up in a hurry, fumbling with her shoes as she had been curled up on the sofa.

Mo Xiuchen smiled gently, stepped forward to hold her shoulder, sat down beside her, and naturally pulled her slender body into his embrace, his eyes tenderly on her: “Ranran, what were you thinking about just now? You didn’t even notice me coming in.”

Wen Ran shook her head, showing concern: “Did you eat enough outside? Do you want more food? I can go make some for you.”

“Eating you in a little while will be enough for me,” Mo Xiuchen suddenly leaned down, his sensual thin lips grazing Wen Ran’s sensitive earlobe ambiguously, his low and alluring laughter burrowing into her ear. His arm, which had been around her shoulder, slid down and covered her chest directly…

This series of motions were natural and fluid for Mo Xiuchen, his roguish behavior having reached the peak of artistry, and Wen Ran, whom he teased with this succession of actions, shivered to her core.

Her ears turned uncontrollably red, and she let out a low cry of ‘Ah’, slapping away the hand that was misbehaving on her chest. She also turned her small face to one side, avoiding his heated masculine breath.