Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

Chapter 365: 364 likes to call your name

Chapter 365: 364 likes to call your name

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In the evening, Mo Xiuchen came home carrying two bags of medicine, which frightened Nanny Zhang.

“Young Master, why so much medicine? Are you unwell or is it the Young Mistress who isn’t feeling well?”

Mo Xiuchen gave a slight smile and turned to Wen Ran at his side: “I’m the one who’s unwell. However, Ranran will be accompanying me in taking the medicine. Nanny Zhang, when you prepare it later, don’t mix them up. This one is mine, and this one is for Ranran.”

He pointed to the medicine that Nanny Zhang was holding in each hand.

Nanny Zhang stared wide-eyed in shock, unable to believe what she was hearing: “Young Mistress, you’re going to take the medicine with the Young Master?”

Accompany him in taking the medicine?

Nanny Zhang was momentarily dumbstruck.

Though uneducated, she knew that couples should share both joys and hardships. But, even if the Young Mistress sympathized with the Young Master, there was no need to get the same amount of herbal medicine, right? Was she planning to join him in drinking this every day, with every meal?

“Nanny Zhang, you heard correctly. My medicine is also for body conditioning, and I will accompany Xiuchen in drinking it. From now on, your daily tasks will increase slightly.”

Wen Ran also was smiling slightly, seemingly unafraid of the herbal medicine.

Nanny Zhang was taken aback, but she quickly nodded in agreement, “Alright, Young Master, Young Mistress, I will prepare the medicine now and serve it to you later.”

“Okay!”

Mo Xiuchen responded, then went upstairs hand in hand with Wen Ran.

By the time Nanny Zhang knocked on the door, Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran had finished their bath, and Wen Ran’s hair had been blow-dried. He had just put down the hair dryer when he heard a knock on the door. He smiled wryly, “Ranran, Nanny Zhang is really efficient.”

As he opened the door, he was immediately hit by the aroma of the medicine.

At the door, Nanny Zhang was holding a tray with two bowls of medicine. She had specifically used two different colored bowls. “Young Master, the medicine in the blue and white porcelain bowl is yours. The other bowl is for the Young Mistress. I’ve also prepared a couple of honey dates. After you both finish the medicine, you each will have one.”

Nanny Zhang never asked Mo Xiuchen what his ailment was, but she was intimately familiar with the task of preparing the medicine.

Years ago, she used to prepare and serve the medicine for Xiuchen daily, along with honey dates.

“Okay, Nanny Zhang, you can rest now. I’ll take care of the bowls myself after a while.”

“I’m not tired, I’ll pick up the bowls later.”

Having finished her words, Nanny Zhang exited.

In the softly lit master bedroom, the smell of the medicine quickly permeated the space. The air they breathed in was filled with its odor. Wen Ran unconsciously furrowed her eyebrows and rose to walk towards the couch.

“Ranran!”

Mo Xiuchen looked up and gave her a warm smile, pulling her to sit down next to him.

“Will it be very bitter?”

Wen Ran, who had been unwaveringly determined, suddenly withdrew a little when she brought the medicine to her nose. The task of drinking a bowl full of medicine didn’t seem easy, after all.

As a child, she had always despised having medicine, especially Chinese medicine.

Mo Xiuchen saw her hesitance, his smile deepening. His eyes were filled with a seductive charm. “Ranran, you can’t back out now. If you don’t drink it, I will spoon-feed you.”

Wen Ran grumbled, “Who said I’m not drinking it? I’m just asking whether the medicine is sweet or bitter.”

“Haha, this medicine is, of course— bitter.”

Mo Xiuchen chuckled heartily at her irritated but adorable demeanor. He picked up his bowl and said, “Originally, since you’re accompanying me, you should drink first. However, I’ll take the lead.”

“There’s no need, I will drink it with you.”

Wen Ran didn’t back down. If she had promised to do something, she had to keep it, no matter how bitter it is.

Having said that, she picked up her bowl. With one hand holding her nose and a frown on her face, she turned to the man beside her, who was smirking. “I will count to three, and we will drink together.”

“We sound like children.”

In his eyes, Mo Xiuchen had a deep expression of affection.

“What’s wrong with being like children?”

Wen Ran gave him a glare. She wasn’t that old herself, having just turned twenty-three. Many girls her age were still acting cute and cuddly around their mothers.

“Alright, let’s drink together. You do the counting.”

Mo Xiuchen nodded.

Smiling, Wen Ran kept her nose pinched— making sure she didn’t smell the medicine. At least before drinking it, she wouldn’t feel as uncomfortable.

“One, two, three, drink!”

As soon as she finished counting, she took a great gulp. Rather than savoring the taste, she forced herself to drink the whole bowl in one go.

With a ‘thud,’ she put the bowl down, picked up a honey date from a plate, and tossed it into her mouth. She picked up another and fed it to Mo Xiuchen.

The two bowls of medicine that had been full a moment ago were now empty.

All the medicine was now in their stomachs.

“Ranran, you’re amazing. I thought you couldn’t finish it.”

A sign of worry flashed through Mo Xiuchens’ eyes. He knew that Ranran was very hesitant to drink the medicine— even more so than him, who had been drinking Chinese medicine for many years.

And yet, to accompany him, she had drunk it regardless.

Moved by her gesture, he pulled her onto his lap.

“Xiuchen!”

Wen Ran leaned towards him, her hands around his neck, her eyes warmly gazing at his.

“Was it bitter?”

In Xiuchen’s eyes, she saw tender affection and concern. Being with him made Ranran feel secure and satisfied.

“I couldn’t taste anything.”

Wen Ran replied cheerily. It wasn’t that she couldn’t taste it— she simply hadn’t dared to.

Mo Xiuchen’s eyes lit up with mirth. “You sound like Zhu Bajie, finishing a big bowl of medicine without even knowing the taste.”

“Do you know of Zhu Bajie as beautiful as me?”

Wen Ran didn’t move. She reclined softly against him, feeling his deep affection and tenderness towards her.

“Of course not.”

A low and sultry laugh came from his throat.

Wen Ran remained silent, contented to stay quietly in his arms.

The room suddenly grew very quiet.

As the smell of medicine slowly dissipated from the air, warmth and sweetness filled the room, quickly replacing the odor…

“Ranran!”

“Hmm!”

“Ranran!”

“Hmm!”

“Ranran”

“What’s the matter?”

Wen Ran looked up at Mo Xiuchen, who was just repeating her name but not saying anything else.

Mo Xiuchen was smiling. His handsome features were exceptionally captivating, which left Wen Ran momentarily enraptured. It was only when his gentle voice reached her ear that she snapped back to reality.

“Nothing, I just enjoy calling your name. If only I had known earlier that you were part of the Wen Family, I would have brought you to my side sooner!”