The man's handsome features suddenly drew near...
Wen Ran's pupils widened in astonishment, unable to understand Mo Xiuchen's abrupt words. Instinctively, she shook her head, "No, you'll be fine."
She didn't want to see him upset. To her, a man being "incapable" must be the most painful thing—like a woman being unable to bear children.
"Really?"
Mo Xiuchen asked softly, his deep, dark eyes reminiscent of an ancient pool, as if they could draw her in completely.
"Mm, you'll definitely be alright," Wen Ran replied firmly, a thought flickering in her mind to help him get better.
Mo Xiuchen pursed his lips, watching her for a few seconds before releasing her hand. Silently, he opened the car door, stepped out, and as he turned, a subtle, almost imperceptible smile played on his lips. His striking silhouette soon vanished before the revolving doors of the grand building.
Inside the car, Wen Ran frowned in confusion as she watched him leave, wondering if he was angry.
Near the end of the workday, Bai Xiaoxiao burst into Wen Ran's office carrying several bags. She called out to Wen Ran, who was absorbed in her work behind her desk, "Ranran, come over and see! These are all fine things I bought for you."
Wen Ran looked on in surprise as Bai Xiaoxiao nonchalantly tossed the bags onto the sofa and plopped down on it, kicking off her shoes. Fan-like gestures with her hand accompanied her exclamations: "Get me a glass of water—I'm so thirsty, tired, and my feet hurt so much!"
"What did you buy?"
Wen Ran stepped away from her desk, poured a glass of water for her, and as her eyes scanned the haphazardly strewn bags on the sofa, she also glanced down at Bai Xiaoxiao's bare feet.
Bai Xiaoxiao gave her a mysterious smile. After taking the water and gulping it down in one go, she proudly declared, "Ranran, I bought only the best for you—for your happiness."
She began pulling out one treasure after another from the bags. When Wen Ran saw what was inside, her eyes went wide in shock and she screamed, "Bai Xiaoxiao, what on earth is all this junk?"
Bai Xiaoxiao then held up a gossamer-thin nightgown, standing barefoot and theatrically displaying it in front of Wen Ran, exclaiming excitedly, "Ranran, this is for your sexual happiness! After observing carefully during lunch, I can tell Mo Xiuchen is a fine man. This afternoon, I spent the whole time checking out materials. The rumors that Mo Xiuchen is 'incapable' don't necessarily mean he's bad in that way."
Frowning, Wen Ran listened as Bai Xiaoxiao continued without pause, "He's never had any woman by his side—even his assistant is male. I heard he really dislikes women. But now, he's chosen to marry you and doesn't seem to dislike you at all. That shows there's something between you two. Perhaps you can even cure his 'incapability'!"
"In my opinion, Mo Xiuchen has more manliness than over ninety percent of normal men. He doesn't seem like a man who's ill. Ranran, I'm telling you, these sets are all carefully chosen for you. If you wear one every night, whether or not Mo Xiuchen's condition improves is all up to you!"
"Bai Xiaoxiao, what kind of theory is that? You know full well that Mo Xiuchen has a problem, and you want me to dress like this to seduce him? Won't that hurt his pride and make him angry?"
Wen Ran grabbed the nightgown Bai Xiaoxiao was holding up and tossed it back onto the sofa. She recalled his question earlier—whether he wanted to be, as the rumors claimed, incapable for life. Her brows furrowed tightly. People with illnesses are especially fragile mentally.
How could she possibly provoke him like that!