Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

Chapter 2292: Chapter

“Sister Tongtong, the phrase ‘incurable and beyond remedy’ suits Sister Momo better. She won’t even let a good-looking beggar off.”

Wen Qinghuan’s laughter came along with a crisp and pleasant voice.

Gu Zhitong listened to the voice messages and smiled at Mo Mo beside her.

Mo Mo giggled, “Little Qinghuan, don’t wrongly accuse me. I really have seen the handsome beggar you drew.”

After glancing at Wen Qinghuan’s drawing a few more times, Mo Mo continued, “I’ll add Qingqing in. She should recognize this person too.”

Previously, Qin Qingqing had broken up with Mo Ziye and left the country, pulling out from all groups where he was present.

She hadn’t been back for long, and they hadn’t added her to the group yet.

When Qin Qingqing received the message, she and Mo Ziye had just arrived home.

Wen Ran had already heard about what happened that afternoon. As soon as she saw them come home, she immediately stepped forward, pulling Qingqing aside to ask with concern, “Qingqing, I heard what Mo Xin did. Are you okay?”

“Aunt Wen, don’t worry, I’m fine.”

Qin Qingqing smiled and shook her head.

“As long as you’re okay.” Wen Ran scanned Qingqing several more times before turning to Mo Ziye, “Ziye, where’s Mo Xin?”

Mo Ziye replied gently, “Mom, Mo Xin has already left G City. I have someone bringing her back.”

Wen Ran angrily said, “She’s getting more and more outrageous. Ziye, you should teach her a lesson this time.”

“Mom, I know.”

“Qingqing, Mo Mo added you to the group. Please accept.”

“Okay.”

Just as Qingqing took out her phone, Mo Ziye snatched it away.

Qingqing didn’t mind and smiled, following Wen Ran to sit on the sofa.

She listened to Wen Ran explain that the date had been chosen.

“Qingqing, I asked your dad earlier, and he agreed to have your wedding on March 6th. Grandfather, grandmother, and your paternal and maternal grandparents also agree. We all settled on this date; now we just wait for you to nod.”

Qin Qingqing glanced at the almanac with a gentle smile, “Aunt Wen, I’ll follow your lead.”

“Then we’ll tentatively set this date.”

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“Little Hui, I was wrong. Please give me another chance. I promise I will never do this kind of thing behind your back again.”

In the apartment, Wang Huanhuan was crying while self-reproaching and repenting.

On the sofa, Zhang Minghui was covered with a blanket, his face gloomy as he looked coldly at the sobbing Wang Huanhuan, asking sharply, “Do you still want another time? Do you really wish to drive me to death?”

“I said there wouldn’t be a next time, Little Hui, I promise you if I make another mistake, I, I will die a miserable death.”

“Little Hui, have some ginger soup first.” Jing Xiaocha interrupted Wang Huanhuan’s words, coming out of the kitchen with ginger soup, approaching the sofa and handing it to Zhang Minghui.

Zhang Minghui said “Thank you, Aunt,” before accepting the bowl and drinking the ginger soup.

Jing Xiaocha looked at him kindly as he finished the ginger soup, took the bowl back, and then gave Wang Huanhuan a proper look.

Seeing her insincere expression, the look on Jing Xiaocha’s face turned cold.

Her voice was different from the gentle tone she used with Zhang Minghui, now cold and mocking, “I feel pity for Little Hui, how could he have parents like you both? Not only do you not teach him well, but you also drag him down tirelessly, preventing him from learning good things.”

Zhang Minghui’s face changed slightly, his heart unable to express what he was feeling.

Jing Xiaocha paused, then continued, “If you still consider Little Hui your son, keep as far away from him as possible. You push him towards destruction like an enemy.”

“I did not, Jing Xiaocha, you should not sow discord. Little Hui, you believe me.”

“Why should I believe you?”

Zhang Minghui glared angrily at Wang Huanhuan, speaking with hatred, “My aunt didn’t wrong you at all. What good have you taught me since childhood? Besides leading me astray repeatedly, what else can you do? If it weren’t for my aunt, I’d have been ruined by you long ago.”

“Little Hui…”

“Don’t call me anymore. From this moment on, we have no relationship. Over the years, I have already repaid your kindness in raising me.”

“Little Hui, how can you do this? You are still my child, born after ten months of pregnancy…”

“Is it impossible? Then I’ll have no choice but to call Ziye to take you away or hand you over to the police. You know what you’ve done. If we count both new and old grudges together, how long will you be jailed…”

“Little Hui, I… Even if you sever ties with me, shouldn’t you at least give me some money for old age?”

Wang Huanhuan was ten years older than Jing Xiaocha, but appears to have aged thirty years more.

At this moment, her face demanding money made Zhang Minghui feel pathetic.

He sneered, threw off the blanket, jumped off the sofa, and rushed into the room.

A minute later, he flung a bank card in front of Wang Huanhuan, “Take this ten thousand, tomorrow I’ll publish in the papers severing ties with you.”

Greed flashed in Wang Huanhuan’s eyes. She hesitated for a few seconds, seeing Zhang Minghui’s resolute attitude.

Then she looked at Jing Xiaocha’s cold expression.

A trace of hatred swept through her heart, she picked up the bank card, “Little Hui, whether you acknowledge me or not, you will always be my child. Whenever those wealthy people don’t want you anymore, you must come find us.”

Wang Huanhuan left with the bank card.

Zhang Minghui straightened his back, closed the door, and returned to Jing Xiaocha. He bowed deeply, apologizing, “Aunt, I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.”

Jing Xiaocha sighed, placed the bowl on the coffee table, and settled on the sofa.

She gestured for Zhang Minghui to sit.

He shook his head, “Aunt, I’ll stand.”

Zhang Minghui was always humble and courteous in front of Jing Xiaocha.

“Little Hui, your parents have been troubling you for so many years, they likely won’t cut ties with you easily. You are not young anymore, it’s time for you to start a family. If you don’t have someone mutual, why don’t I find some suitable girls for you?”

Zhang Minghui’s face turned slightly pale.

Because Jing Xiaocha said mutual rather than fondness.

He pursed his lips, “I’ll follow Aunt’s arrangement.”

“I don’t mean to arrange your marriage. Ultimately, you must make the decision yourself.”

Jing Xiaocha smiled slightly, “You’re a fine child and will surely find a girl who mutually loves you.”

“Aunt, I…”

“No need to apologize further. Ziye and Qingqing have always regarded you as an elder brother, they won’t blame you.”

“Wait for my call. Once I schedule a time with the other party, I’ll let you know.”

Jing Xiaocha took the bowl back to the kitchen, then told Zhang Minghui to lie on the bed and rest before leaving the apartment.

She got in the car and dialed Wen Jin’s number.

“Hello, Xiaocha.”

After two rings, the call was answered, Wen Jin’s voice came through.

“Brother Wen, I just spoke with Little Hui about him going on a blind date… He seems determined to sever ties with his parents this time.”

Wen Jin spoke mildly, having heard about what happened earlier in the afternoon from somewhere, “Going on a blind date is good for him.”