A week ago, Wen Ran was still the apple of her parents' eye and the cherished little sister adored by her brother. Her life was beautiful and carefree, filled with happiness that made her oblivious to the hardships of the world.
But that afternoon—the car accident she would never forget—not only took away her parents but also left her brother lying in the hospital, his awakening time uncertain…
Suddenly, her bag vibrated with a "wuwu" sound, accompanied by the pleasant ringtone of her phone, interrupting her sorrowful thoughts. She put away the red certificate and keys, and pulled out her phone.
The incoming call was from a string of unfamiliar numbers. Wen Ran pursed her lips and pressed the answer button, her voice soft and gentle as she said, "Hello, this is Wen Ran!"
"Miss Wen, this is Qin Mu. Please come to the factory right away."
The voice on the other end was cold and arrogant. After finishing his sentence, he cut off the call without letting her speak. As she listened to the "beep beep" sounds from her phone, Wen Ran's delicate brows furrowed slightly.
By the roadside, Mo Zixuan stepped out of his car. His eyes, usually as refreshing as a spring breeze, were now bloodshot as he stared at her from across the space. The emotions swirling in his eyes—whether more guilt or blame—were hard to tell.
Wen Ran's grip on her phone instinctively tightened as the memory of the scene she had witnessed yesterday morning flashed before her eyes. Her heart felt as if gripped by an invisible hand, and a sharp pain surged through her entire body.
With cold detachment, she withdrew her gaze and walked down the steps. That morning, she had arrived in Mo Xiuchen's car—he had dropped her off and then left; now, she had no choice but to take a taxi to the factory on her own.
Mo Zixuan blocked her path by the roadside, his bloodshot eyes filled with pain as he spoke hoarsely, "Ranran, let's talk."
Wen Ran's expression remained indifferent, her eyes coolly fixed on him. This man, who claimed to love her, had been with another woman in a hotel at the time when she needed him most, after losing her loved ones. Yesterday morning, when she demanded an explanation, he had not uttered a single word; and now, he wanted to talk?
"I don't have time. Please step aside!"
Stung by the coldness in her eyes, Mo Zixuan reached out to grab her, "Ranran, that night—I truly don't know how I ended up in bed with Zhou Lin. Please, listen to my explanation…"
"Mo Zixuan, let go of me!"
Wen Ran's face changed as she forcefully pulled her hand away from his grasp, her fair face setting into a mask of cold disdain.
Mo Zixuan's hand fell empty, and his expression darkened further as his tone grew more agitated, "Ranran, I love you. You cannot marry Mo Xiuchen. Come back with me now, I…"
Wen Ran stepped back two paces, evading his outstretched hand. She flagged a taxi on the roadside. Mo Zixuan tried to stop her, but just then, his phone began to ring. Caught off guard, he hesitated, and Wen Ran seized the opportunity to run to the roadside, jump into the taxi, and drive away.