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Mo Xiuchen didn’t turn his head, his tone was low and filled with a hint of annoyance at being disturbed. A flicker of hurt flashed in Cheng Jia’s eyes. She walked to the door, didn’t greet Wen Ran, and directly left the office.

“Ranran, come in!”

Mo Xiuchen closed the door and after hesitating for a moment, he still grabbed Wen Ran’s hand.

When his big hand enveloped her smaller one, her body froze, as did her hand.

Mo Xiuchen pretended not to notice and pulled her towards the sofa.

“Ranran, what do you want to drink? Milk, or floral tea?”

Even on the days when she wasn’t present, he still had someone prepare milk for her every day. It had become a habit.

“You don’t have to fuss over me. I don’t want to drink anything.”

The politeness in Wen Ran’s voice caused Mo Xiuchen’s gaze to dim slightly. He pursed his lips and sat down next to her. Suppressing his disappointment, he tenderly asked, “Did Qing Yang and Qing Feng bring you here?”

“Mm, they are the ones who brought me.”

Wen Ran forced out a smile and calmly replied.

“Ranran, how have you been these past few days?”

Mo Xiuchen’s gaze was locked tightly on Wen Ran. There was something stirring in his deep eyes. It took all his strength to resist the urge to see her over the past few days.

Today was the fourth day since she had asked for three days.

He didn’t know what answer she would bring, and it made him incredibly anxious.

Wen Ran suddenly felt a pang of ache in her heart. Her soft voice rang beside his ear, “I’ve been good. I had Qing Yang and Qing Feng buy some flowers and plants for me. I planted them in the garden. Besides tending to the plants, watching some TV, and getting some sleep, the day would end.”

A tender smile played at the corners of Mo Xiuchen’s mouth. It seemed like he could picture everything she had described: her planting flowers in the garden, her nestled on the couch watching TV, and even her peaceful expression when she was asleep.

“That’s good.”

There was a hint of tenderness in his voice that had seeped in before he noticed it.

Wen Ran looked up. Her clear eyes met his warm and deep ones. Her heart unexpectedly fluttered. She hurriedly shifted her gaze away to calm her racing heart and softly said, “I heard that you’ve been staying late these past few days. Is there a lot going on within the company?”

“Mm, there is quite a bit. Ah Mu and Ah Feng were overworked during the previous period, so I gave them a few days off.”

Mo Xiuchen answered gently. Even though she was looking down, he didn’t shift his gaze away from her. From the moment she had pushed open the door, he hadn’t taken his eyes off her.

“When did Cheng Jia come back?”

Even without looking at him, Wen Ran knew Mo Xiuchen’s eyes were on her. His passionate gaze made her heart pound with unease.

She casually asked to change the subject.

Mo Xiuchen squinted his eyes and answered honestly, “She returned yesterday afternoon. The three of them who went abroad have all returned. She just came to report her work progress.”

It seemed like he added that last part to avoid any misunderstanding.

Hearing this, Wen Ran’s heart skipped a beat.

She pursed her lips, raised her head, and met his gaze. In her clear eyes, his perfect features were reflected. She tried her best to keep her voice as calm as before, “Mo Xiuchen, I asked for three days back then. Today is the fourth day. I believe I owe you an answer.”

The look in Mo Xiuchen’s eyes changed. His upright figure turned slightly stiff.

“I…”

“Let me brew a cup of floral tea for you.”

He suddenly interrupted her. The tall figure stood up from the sofa, went behind his desk, opened the drawer, took out the floral tea specifically bought for her and her mug, and walked towards the water dispenser.

Wen Ran pursed her lips tightly, struggling to hold back the moisture welling up in her eyes.

A sharp pain shot through her heart. She wanted to ignore it, but couldn’t.

In her sight was the tall and handsome man standing by the water dispenser. She couldn’t see his face, only his rigid back.

He didn’t put the tea into the cup, but brought both the tea and the cup to the water dispenser. His back was turned to her, and he seemed deep in thought. He didn’t pour the water for a long time.

**

Back at the PR department, Cheng Jia’s two colleagues—who had received gifts from her—flocked to her desk as soon as she returned. Leaning on her desk, they asked with concern, “Jiajia, why did you spend so long in the president’s office? What did you and the president talk about?”

Another colleague said in a low voice, “Wen Ran hasn’t been coming to the company these past few days. I heard that she had a fight with the president. It’s a great timing for you to come back, you should seize this opportunity to spend more time with the president…”

The insinuations in her voice were clear.

“Actually, I think you and the president make a better match.”

“Wen Ran is here!”

Cheng Jia coldly interrupted her colleagues. Her face looked slightly upset. Initially, she thought of this as a golden opportunity as well.

Last night, despite her fatigue from a ten-hour flight, she stayed at the office to work overtime. Little did she know that she wouldn’t even get a chance to see Mo Xiuchen in the end.

“Ah, did you say Wen Ran is here? Is she at the company? How come we weren’t aware of it?”

The two of them exchanged looks, seeming perplexed that they didn’t hear anything about Wen Ran coming to work.

Cheng Jia pursed her lips, recalling how elated and eager Mo Xiuchen looked when he saw Wen Ran earlier. Hatred surged in her heart on remembering this. She said coldly, “Wen Ran was there when I was in President Mo’s office just now.”

“Did she make up with the president? No, that’s not possible. The president even gave President Qin and President Luo a few days off and has been working late into the night by himself. If they had made up, he wouldn’t be staying late at the office.”

One of them asked in confusion.

“I don’t know what she’s doing here, but it’s a fact that she came.”

A hint of hatred flashed in Cheng Jia’s eyes.

**

On the top floor, the spacious presidential office was surprisingly quiet.

Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran were there, one standing in front of the water dispenser, and the other sitting on the sofa.

He made an excuse to brew tea for her, just to keep her from saying an answer he feared. He stood by the water dispenser for a long time before, with trembling hands, he poured the tea into the cup and filled it with water.

He couldn’t help but wonder, if Ranran insisted on the divorce, what should he do!

In his daze, he didn’t realize that the cup was already full. It was not until the scorching sensation hit his fingers that he came to his senses. He gave a low grunt of pain.

Even across the distance, Wen Ran could hear his grunt. When she saw the boiling water spilling onto the floor, her face turned pale. She shot up from the sofa and ran over to him without a second thought. His well-being was her only concern at that moment and words of concern tumbled out of her mouth:

“How did you burn your hand? Give me the cup.”

She snatched the cup full of water from his hand and put it aside. Then, she grabbed his burned hand and, without a second thought, turned on the cold water to rinse the burned area.

Mo Xiuchen didn’t say a word. He just stood there quietly, letting her rinse his hand with cold water for two minutes. Then, she left him and ran towards her previous desk, opened the drawer, and took out a roll of bandages.