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Mo Xiuchen held her hand and walked to the sofa. He handed her a bowl of medicine, then picked up another for himself.

Wen Ran gave him a soft smile, tilted her head back, and gulped down the medicine before setting the bowl aside.

Mo Xiuchen set down his bowl a second before her, ready with a piece of candy to give her. He reached out to wipe the medicine residue from her mouth corners. “Ranran, rest a while in the room. I’ll go out and buy something for you.”

She always felt uneasy during her period. Though she hadn’t complained of a stomach ache that night, Mo Xiuchen, being considerate, didn’t want her to tire herself out.

Because her cycle was irregular, he couldn’t predict the exact day. They had spent the previous days playing nearby and didn’t venture far.

“I’m fine.”

If they were home, she wouldn’t mind, but here, Wen Ran hesitated to have him, a grown man, buying sanitary products for her. Regardless, Mo Xiuchen didn’t mind at all. He lightly brushed her cheek, and in a commanding but gentle voice, said, “Not only tonight, but for the next few days, do as I say. Rest well, don’t eat or touch anything cold, don’t tire yourself out. Leave everything to me.”

Wen Ran felt both touched and amused looking at Mo Xiuchen. “You’re spoiling me. What will I do if you ever tire of me and refuse to do all this?”

“That day will never come.”

Mo Xiuchen set his face sternly as he feigned seriousness.

Wen Ran gave in to his commanding tenderness. “Alright, I’ll lie down for a while. Will you really be okay going by yourself to buy them?”

“This isn’t the first time I’ve bought it for you.”

With that remark, Mo Xiuchen silenced Wen Ran. She recalled a night shortly after their wedding when her period came abruptly while he was kissing her.

Back then, there were no feelings between them, but he was willing to buy her sanitary products personally. He chastised her when he saw she had done the laundry.

“What are you thinking about?”

Mo Xiuchen looked at her thoughtful expression and asked softly.

Wen Ran’s eyes glinted as she smiled. “Nothing, you go. I’ll wait for you in the room.”

“Alright, be good and wait in the bed.” Mo Xiuchen left the room with a teasing remark, leaving to buy sanitary items for her.

For the next few days, Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran didn’t go anywhere else. They simply strolled around the hotel vicinity. Mo Xiuchen kept a close eye on Wen Ran, ensuring she didn’t overexert during her period.

He even washed her undergarments by hand.

After staying at the hotel for a while, everyone, from other tourists to staff, recognized Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran. Seeing them entering and exiting the hotel, hand in hand, everyone shot them envious glances.

One evening, as Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran were taking a beach stroll hand in hand, they bumped into the hotel owner. The sixty-year-old woman was a kind old lady who greeted them warmly in her broken Mandarin, “Mr. Mo, Mrs. Mo, taking a walk again?”

Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran nodded and smiled. The old lady watched their interlocked hands. With a look of envy and admiration, she asked in a lowered voice, “Mr. Mo, Mrs. Mo, may I ask you something that’s been puzzling me?”

“Please go ahead.”

Wen Ran had a soft, gentle smile on her beautiful face. As the breeze blew strands of her hair onto Mo Xiuchen’s chin, he raised his hand to brush them aside. His hand then stayed, holding her hair down at the nape of her neck.

“I see you both are healthy and in love, always smiling. It makes me wonder why you both drink medicine every day, and why you do it together?”

“Of course, if it’s inconvenient, never mind.” The old lady laughed after saying this.

Mo Xiuchen smiled slightly, gazing at Wen Ran’s eyes, radiating calmness as he replied, “There’s nothing inconvenient about it. The one who actually needs medicine is me. My wife simply accompanies me.”

The old lady looked astonished at Mo Xiuchen’s words.

Knowing her Mandarin wasn’t fluent, Mo Xiuchen explained in fluent local language in case she didn’t understand or misunderstood. The old lady praised him in the local language for having such a good wife.

“Yes, I also think, my wife is the best woman in the world.” Without any modesty, Mo Xiuchen claimed, as his hand trailed down from the nape of her neck to her shoulder. Pulling her slightly, he brought her into his hold.

The old lady chatted with Mo Xiuchen for another two minutes in the local language, which Wen Ran didn’t understand. Still, she smiled at their conversation. From Mo Xiuchen’s proud look, she could guess that the old lady was probably saying things he liked to hear.

“What were you talking about?”

Wen Ran asked once the old lady had left.

“The owner said she’s very touched. She wants to offer us free accommodation and food so we can stay here longer. From tomorrow onwards, we won’t have to pay for meals and lodging. Ranran, you can stop worrying now. We can stay as long as we want.”

Mo Xiuchen looked content with the charming smile on his alluring face. Although he wasn’t short of money, he was more than happy and proud that the old lady was moved by his and Ranran’s love story and offered them a free stay.

He wished the whole world knew he got the best wife.

Wen Ran looked surprised. “Really?”

Mo Xiuchen bent down and planted a kiss on her face. “All credits to you. The old lady was moved by you. She said you’re the nicest girl she has ever met. She told me to cherish you and to never bully you. Ranran, why didn’t I realize you’re so likable before?”

“I didn’t know either.”

Wen Ran laughed softly. She turned to look at the old lady walking away. It wasn’t her who moved the old lady, but the old lady who moved her.

“Ranran, it looks like I need to watch over you more closely. It’s fine for an old lady like that to like you, but it’d be troublesome if you attract some bees.”

Although he said so, Mo Xiuchen’s eyes twinkled with pride. It wasn’t evident that he was scared of anyone admiring his Ranran. Those admirers wouldn’t pose a threat to him.

Most importantly, in Ranran’s heart, there was only him.

He was so clear about this. Regardless of how many people admired his Ranran, she wouldn’t spare a glance at them.

Wen Ran rolled her eyes at him and laughed. “Let’s stop our stroll and return. If we don’t go out, no one can see me and you won’t fear I’ll be stolen away.”

“Who dares to steal my wife?” Mo Xiuchen scanned their surroundings with fake resentment. Before Wen Ran could reply, he couldn’t help but laugh again. “Ranran, are you tired? If you are, let’s return.”