Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

To keep her by his side, he had exhausted every possible method.

He had tried being both gentle and forceful with her. Having exhausted all options, he had only resorted to harsh words tonight, hurting her but also causing him no less pain.

In the guest room, Mo Xiuchen stood coldly and desolately by the floor-to-ceiling window, a half-burnt cigarette between his right index and middle fingers. The rising smoke shrouded his deep eyes, as dark as a still pond, and permeated the aura around him—lonely and desolate.

Wen Ran’s pale face reappeared in his mind, causing him to abruptly break the cigarette, which dropped onto the carpet at his feet.

He pursed his lips, bent down to pick up the cigarette butt, strolled to the sofa, and threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray on the coffee table before tiredly sinking into the leather sofa.

His pitch-black eyes half-closed, revealing a touch of frigid determination. He leaned back against the sofa, took out his phone, and dialed a number.

After a few rings on the phone, an old and slightly weary voice came from the other end, “Hello!”

Mo Xiuchen’s handsome face was taut with cold determination. The well-defined long fingers gripped the phone tightly. With his head slightly tilted in the sofa, he spoke curtly, “I wish to resign from the position of CEO of MS Group. And I will recommend Mo Zixuan to take over.”

“Xiuchen, why are you doing this?”

The voice of Mo Jingteng on the other side of the phone carried surprise and confusion, and faintly, a hint of barely detectable discontent.

Although he had previously heard from Mo Zixuan about their deal, and that Mo Xiuchen would likely hand over his CEO position to Mo Zixuan, he didn’t agree.

He understood his two sons well. At least he knew that Xiuchen was more suitable for running the company than Zixuan. Zixuan didn’t possess his wisdom, courage, and shrewdness!

If the company were handed over to Zixuan, it wouldn’t be guaranteed that he could manage and develop it efficiently. The company might even be ruined under him.

Mo Xiuchen’s lips curled up in a cold, thin smile. His voice seemed emotionless in the silence of the night, “No reason. I do not wish to waste my entire life on work. I want to resign and live the life that I desire.”

He was tired!

Since his teens, he had been working hard to strengthen himself and to avenge his mother’s death. For more than a decade, he had not lived even a single day for himself.

Now, he didn’t want to live like that anymore. He was tired of carrying such heavy responsibilities. He wanted to resign from his job and spend quality time with the woman he loved.

He had made the worst-case assumption in his heart.

If Ah Kai and his father truly couldn’t find a way to cure Ranran, then he would detoxify her himself. Whether she agreed or not didn’t matter. He had made up his mind and would naturally find a way to convince her.

He just needed her to live well. Even if they couldn’t have children, or even if he ended up drawing the poison into his own body and, in the end, couldn’t stay with her—he still wanted her to live.

“Xiuchen, are you thinking of resigning because of Wen Ran?”

Mo Jingteng’s chilly voice carried an interrogative tone. He knew that for Wen Ran, Xiuchen would abandon everything and disregard all consequences.

That Wen Ran who could never bear children. He was slightly relieved not so long ago when he thought that she would truly divorce Xiuchen. But after just a few days, she returned to Xiuchen’s side.

While Mo Jingteng was contemplating when to find time to speak with Wen Ran, Mo Xiuchen informed him about the resignation.

Once he said it, it indicated that he would act immediately.

“Who I do it for is my own business. I’m just letting you know that I’m not interested in your company. Whether you manage it yourself, let Mo Zixuan take charge, or even hire a professional manager, that’s your business. I will resign tomorrow.”

Mo Xiuchen had no extra energy to explain much more.

He didn’t even want to explain to Mo Jingteng that in his heart, Mo Jingteng was far from a qualified father. He was used to being indifferent, and he felt no affection for Mo Jingteng as his son.

Previously, he even hated him.

But now, he suddenly realized that hating him was meaningless.

At present, Xiao Wenqing was detained, Wu Tianyi was dead, and that left only Fu Jingyi, the man who had nearly taken his life and wanted to hurt Ranran.

He wouldn’t give up looking for Fu Jingyi. Even without the backing of MS Group, he had amassed enough wealth to find Fu Jingyi. After all, he didn’t just own the MS Group.

“Xiuchen, how could you say such irresponsible things? Is MS Group only mine? I’ve already got one foot in the grave. The company is now yours and Zixuan’s. As the eldest son of the Mo family, you have a responsibility to inherit…”

“Responsibility? Don’t talk to me about responsibility, and don’t mention anything about being the eldest son of the Mo family.”

Mo Xiuchen contemptuously interrupted Mo Jingteng’s words, a mocking curve appearing on his lips. Though Mo Jingteng couldn’t see his face over the phone, he could hear the scorn and anger in his voice.

“Xiuchen, I know that you hate me, but that doesn’t change the fact that you have the blood of the Mo family in you.”

Mo Jingteng’s temper had never been good. Each time, he couldn’t even exchange a few words with Mo Xiuchen without getting annoyed. Tonight was no exception.

He only wanted Mo Xiuchen to stay and not abandon the company.

In his anger, he forgot that this son was not afraid of his authority. He wasn’t Zixuan.

“I really don’t care.”

Mo Xiuchen’s response was indifferent, even mocking. It wasn’t that he didn’t care, it was that he had, at one point, despised the fact that he was the son of Mo Jingteng. Especially during those years when he was powerless to protect himself and fell into Xiao Wenqing’s trap time and time again, narrowly escaping death, he loathed Mo Jingteng.

“Would you even give up your shares? Without money, how are you going to make Wen Ran happy?”

Deep down, Mo Jingteng was well aware that Mo Xiuchen had earned a lot of money over the years, but he thought that Mo Xiuchen would be as interested in wealth as everyone else.

After all, who would think that money was too much?

“I don’t care about that either. Give those things to whoever you want. And don’t try to persuade me. What I’ve decided is not something that you can sway. Mo Zixuan is quite interested in your company. You might as well let him have a go.”

Mo Jingteng on the other end of the line suddenly fell silent, trying hard to think of a way to dissuade Mo Xiuchen from leaving the company.

However, he didn’t dare to stay silent for too long, lest Mo Xiuchen hang up the phone. He only paused for a moment, and when his voice came through again, it had less of the previous anger and more hesitation: