Bai Xiaoxiao scratched her head in confusion, then after a moment of thought, she insisted, "Ranran, just take these back with you. Once Mo Xiuchen's condition improves, you can wear them for him. Actually, I think a little stimulation might not be a bad thing. If you manage to cure him, you'll be the hero of the Mo family—Mo Xiuchen will surely cherish you."
"I don't want them. Just take them away," Wen Ran replied, shaking her head.
"If you don't want them, then I'll go and give them to Mo Xiuchen," Bai Xiaoxiao threatened, raising her perfectly arched eyebrows and staring at Wen Ran. As her good friend, she was determined to do her part for Wen Ran's happiness.
Wen Ran's expression changed slightly as she reluctantly agreed to give the provocative lingerie to Mo Xiuchen. Bai Xiaoxiao, that daring little thing, not only had the nerve to say it, but also the courage to do it—and Wen Ran had no doubt about that.
Rubbing her forehead, Wen Ran sighed, "Fine, I'll take them back."
Bai Xiaoxiao beamed with satisfaction, repacking the clothes into her bag, and admonished, "Ranran, I'm going to video call you tonight to check that you actually brought the clothes back. If you lie to me, you know what will happen!"
Wen Ran glared at her and replied irritably, "I know, I won't lie to you."
"Mm, Ranran, don't be mad. I'm doing this for your sexual happiness," Bai Xiaoxiao chimed with a radiant smile, delighted at the thought that if Ranran and Mo Xiuchen ended up… you know, then she'd be the one responsible for their happiness.
Meanwhile, in the factory director's office, Zhou Lin was complaining pitifully to Zhou Mingfu, "…Mo Zixuan not only refuses to marry me, but he's also accusing me of drugging him. Dad, what am I supposed to do now?"
She had originally thought that bedding Mo Zixuan would be enough to marry into the Mo family. She never expected that the usually refined Mo Zixuan would turn out to be so cold and heartless.
Zhou Mingfu was in a terrible mood as well—today's events had once again gone off plan because Mo Xiuchen's participation in the meeting had made several of his previously loyal allies waver.
"Hmph, it's not like he can simply refuse to marry if he doesn't want to. Don't worry—Xiao Wenqing and I have an arrangement. You will definitely marry into the Mo family."
Hearing this, Zhou Lin bit her lip and then said resentfully, "Mo Zixuan can't stop thinking about Ranran, Dad—even if I marry him, I won't win his heart. Can you do something to make him forget about Ranran?"
Zhou Mingfu furrowed his brow, his chubby face clouded with a scowl. "I underestimated Ranran before. I never imagined she'd marry Mo Xiuchen and upend all my plans."
"Ranran's life is so resilient—her parents are dead, and Wen Jin is in a vegetative state, yet she remains completely unscathed."
Zhou Lin secretly wished that Ranran would just die immediately. If she were gone, then Mo Zixuan wouldn't keep ignoring Zhou Lin.
At the mention of Wen Jin, Zhou Mingfu's face grew even darker. Even though Wen Jin was still comatose, he might wake up one day. He must speed up his plans—if Wen Jin ever recovered, he'd have no chance at all.
"What we need to do now is not to make Mo Zixuan forget Ranran, but to make him hate her."
After a moment of deep thought, a malicious smile flickered in Zhou Mingfu's eyes. Zhou Lin looked puzzled and asked, "Dad, Mo Zixuan is so deeply in love with Ranran—do you really think he could hate her?"
Zhou Mingfu nodded and said, "You don't understand men. He will… As long as you do exactly as I say, Mo Zixuan's heart will be yours sooner or later."