After the incident with the Wen family, Xiao Wenqing had wanted to ruin Wen Ran, to make her lose all dignity and leave her son's side. But somehow, it escalated into a situation where her son ended up in bed with Zhou Lin. A few days ago, Wen Ran was kidnapped and saved by Mo Xiuchen, and even tonight, everything had failed.
Why is Wen Ran always so lucky? She seems to escape every time.
The more Xiao Wenqing thought about it, the angrier she became.
"Don't worry, Wen Ran won't find out anything. Mo Xiuchen doesn't have time to investigate this matter right now. His life-saver, Cheng Jia, was injured for him. You just need to seize this opportunity. You don't have to act personally; someone will naturally help you eliminate Wen Ran."
Xiao Wenqing's emotions slowly stabilized as she found the other person's words reasonable. She sneered again, "Yes, that little slut Wen Ran doesn't even need my help. With Cheng Jia and Zhou Lin, and someone like Zhou Mingfu, who wants her gone even more than I do, she won't have a good life."
"That's right. How are you doing with the task I asked you to complete?"
On the other end of the line, Wu Tianyi chuckled and asked.
"I've done it, but to avoid his suspicion, I reduced the dosage by half. It's fine to delay the time a little longer," Xiao Wenqing hesitated before responding.
"You're not reluctant to give up the title of Mrs. Mo, are you? Reluctant to let go of Mo Jingteng?" Wu Tianyi's tone grew displeased.
Xiao Wenqing's face changed, and she quickly explained, "No, how could I be reluctant? I just don't want to raise his suspicions."
Hearing the sound of the door opening, she turned toward the entrance and whispered, "It might be him returning. I'll hang up now."
Before Wu Tianyi could respond, she hurriedly ended the call.
It wasn't Mo Jingteng who had returned, but Mo Zixuan. No one had appeared yet, but the strong scent of alcohol spread through the air first.
Xiao Wenqing's eyes flashed with pity as she stepped forward to support the drunken Mo Zixuan. "Zixuan, why are you drunk again?"
Mo Zixuan looked at her with half-lidded eyes, his face a blur of drunkenness, and with a faint smile, he pulled his arm away from her grip, saying, "Being drunk is good. When I'm drunk, I won't feel the pain."
"Zixuan, you can't ruin yourself over Wen Ran. Your father said last night that if you keep going on like this, he'll remove you from the company."
"Then let him remove me. Even if I have the whole company, it's meaningless."
Mo Zixuan bitterly smiled. In the past, he naïvely thought Mo Xiuchen was ill. Even if he married Wen Ran, he wouldn't be able to do anything to her. But that evening, when he saw her at the hospital entrance and noticed the fresh, visible hickeys on her neck, it felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
For a long time, his mind was blank!
By the time he could think again, the images flooding his brain were of her, languishing beneath Mo Xiuchen...
These past days, he had numbed himself with alcohol.
"How could it be meaningless? Do you really want to see Wen Ran and Mo Xiuchen loving each other, having children, and her becoming the young mistress of the Mo family, while you're thrown out of the house? Think about it—when that day comes, do you think she will still look at you?"
Xiao Wenqing looked at her son with pain in her eyes, her hatred for Wen Ran growing.
"She doesn't look at me now."
Pain flashed in Mo Zixuan's eyes. From the moment he had slept with Zhou Lin, she had looked down on him. If not for his own inability to let go and his bitterness, he would have had no face to appear before her.
"Then make her look at you. Not only make her respect you, but make her dependent on you. When the time comes, just like Mo Xiuchen did with her, she won't be able to refuse anything you ask."
Xiao Wenqing suddenly raised her voice, speaking seriously.
Mo Zixuan blinked, puzzled, as he contemplated her words. But whenever he tried to think, his head throbbed with pain, and all he could see was Wen Ran's face.
Seeing that he remained silent, Xiao Wenqing steeled herself, gripping his shoulders and shaking him roughly. "Zixuan, listen carefully. Only if you become the heir to MS Group and trample Mo Xiuchen underfoot will you be able to take Wen Ran back."
"Really? Can I really take her back?" Mo Zixuan couldn't believe it. Wen Ran wasn't the kind of girl who was driven by vanity. The reason she married Mo Xiuchen was because she was forced into a corner.
"Of course, you can. Trust me. Defeat Mo Xiuchen, use any means necessary, and take Wen Ran back. Don't let Mo Xiuchen have his way."
Xiao Wenqing's voice was almost mad, making Mo Zixuan's drunkenness fade by a third. The image of Wen Ran's hickeys on her neck and her cold, indifferent tone returned to his mind, and the pain turned into hatred for Mo Xiuchen.
Hatred flared in his eyes as he gritted his teeth. "Yes, I can't let Mo Xiuchen have his way."
"Exactly. That night, it must have been his plan for you to sleep with Zhou Lin, so he could take Wen Ran from you."
Seeing her son finally waver, Xiao Wenqing's heart filled with hatred, and her eyes gleamed coldly. She quickly fanned the flames.
When Mo Xiuchen returned home, Wen Ran was still awake. As soon as his Aston Martin entered the villa, she heard it.
When she heard footsteps coming from the staircase, she didn't get up. Instead, she closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep.
Moments later, the door opened. Mo Xiuchen entered the master bedroom. In the soft, dim light, he looked at the bed. Wen Ran was lying on her side, facing the inside of the bed. His gaze lingered on her face for a few seconds before he turned and walked towards the bathroom.
At the hospital, he had only changed his bloody clothes but hadn't showered.
The sound of water from the bathroom reached her ears. Wen Ran opened her eyes, sensing the faint scent of perfume in the air. She furrowed her brows slightly.
That scent—Mo Xiuchen had brought it back from Cheng Jia. Even though he had changed his clothes, after spending too much time with her, the strong scent of Cheng Jia's perfume still clung to him.
Wen Ran's sense of smell was especially sharp. She could detect even the faintest hint of a fragrance.
Though she didn't usually use perfume herself, she wasn't averse to it, except for the scent Cheng Jia wore, which she found particularly unpleasant.
Mo Xiuchen took longer in the shower tonight, lingering for over ten minutes before coming out. She continued to close her eyes, pretending to sleep.
He didn't immediately lie down but instead sat on the leather sofa, lighting a cigarette and taking a deep drag. As he exhaled, his exquisite, handsome features were obscured by the smoky haze.
The silence in the master bedroom was thick with smoke, which swirled through the air and entered Wen Ran's nostrils, causing her throat to itch. She couldn't help but cough.
Hearing this, Mo Xiuchen, who had been lost in thought on the sofa, snapped back to reality. His deep eyes fixed on the bed, and at the same time, he crushed the cigarette.
Sensing his gaze on her, Wen Ran could no longer keep up the pretense. She opened her eyes and met his deep, searching gaze.
"You're awake?"
Mo Xiuchen stood up and walked over to the bed, his tone soft, but tinged with an apology for waking her. He had assumed she was asleep when he smoked in the room.