The moment she took the red certificate from the staff member, Wen Ran's emotions became indescribably complex. In just half an hour, she had transitioned from a single woman into a married one.
The most melodramatic part was that her husband—a complete stranger until yesterday, known only by name—was someone about whom she knew nothing, from his hair to his toenails.
It was less a marriage and more the signing of a contract!
When they emerged from the lobby, the driver, Xiao Liu, who was waiting outside, immediately rushed over. His eyes swept over the red certificate in her hand, and a joyful smile appeared on his youthful face:
"Young Master, Young Madam, congratulations!"
Wen Ran was taken aback for a moment, feeling uneasy about being addressed in that manner.
She discreetly glanced at the man beside her. Standing around 1.80 meters tall, he was nearly a head taller than her. His slender figure was clad in an exquisitely tailored, expensive suit. His features were handsome and sharply defined, yet the aura he exuded—noble yet tinged with a hint of coldness—was unmistakable.
As the heir of MS Group, he was naturally the object of desire for countless women.
But despite his excellence, this man had a hidden flaw!
Rumor had it that he was deficient in the bedroom.
However, Wen Ran didn't care; what she wanted was simply…
Mo Xiuchen's lips curved into a cold, disdainful smile. He seemed not to register Xiao Liu's congratulatory words at all. His eyes were fixed on the silver sports car parked by the roadside—a car he had noticed at some unknown moment. In his half-closed eyes, a trace of ridicule flashed by before he turned his gaze toward the woman beside him.
Wen Ran saw it too.
That silver sports car on the roadside was too conspicuous; whoever was inside couldn't be ignored.
When her eyes met the unfathomably deep gaze of the man beside her, her heart tightened slightly. Fearing a misunderstanding, she instinctively explained:
"I haven't been in contact with him, nor have I informed him that we're getting our certificate today…"
"It was I who told him."
His voice was deep and magnetic, but carried a chill uncharacteristic of the season. Wen Ran felt a shiver run through her entire body; her eyes narrowed, her lips pressed tightly, and an unmistakable displeasure surfaced on her delicate face.
Was he refusing to believe that she had truly severed ties with Mo Zixuan? Or was he afraid that, even after marrying him, she might still be mentally lingering on Mo Zixuan—a sign of infidelity?
Seeing her lips pressed tight, every emotion written across her refined cheeks, Mo Xiuchen's gaze deepened. He slightly parted his thin lips, and his calm, low voice whispered in her ear:
"I have to rush to the airport. For the Wen family's financial issues, my assistant Qin Mu will be in touch with you. Here are the keys to the villa. If I don't return today, you move in on your own."
Clearly, he didn't take the marriage too seriously—having just registered their marriage, he was already off on a business trip?
"…"
For a moment, warmth surged in Wen Ran's wrist, then a chill spread over her palm. The cool, refined scent of the man brushed past her nose only to fade away. Startled, she looked up to speak, but Mo Xiuchen had already let go of her hand and stepped down from the stairs with his long legs, leaving her with nothing but his resolute, cold silhouette. Under the morning sun, his tall shadow was cast before her.
Xiao Liu glanced at the silver sports car by the roadside and then, with a knowing look toward Wen Ran, furrowed his brows. Without a word, he hurriedly ran after them down the steps.
Moments later, the luxurious, stretched business car sped away, leaving no trace of attachment or reluctance behind.
Wen Ran's slender, delicate body still stood frozen on the marble steps. Although the sunlight shone upon her face, it could not reach her bewildered heart. If it weren't for the hand clutching the red certificate and the other grasping the keys, she could hardly believe that all of this was real.