Chapter 5: Does He Need to Eat Soft Rice?

Mo Qian saw Qiao Lan entangled with a man, turned around and came back to help her out, only to hear her defending the man.

A warm current quietly flowed into his hard, cold heart.

Mo Qian’s tall and straight figure appeared in front of Qiao Lan, protecting her behind him in a posture of absolute protection.

He was taller than Chu Zhiheng, and his overwhelming aura made people breathless. Chu Zhiheng instinctively wanted to back down.

“My social status may not be as high as yours, but I would never do something as dirty as hooking up with my sister-in-law!”

Chu Zhiheng wanted to say that Qiao Yue wouldn’t look at a taxi driver, but when he met the man’s stunningly handsome face, the words stuck in his throat.

Even if he wasn’t a taxi driver, even if he was a beggar, with this face, countless ladies and daughters would be vying for him.

Mo Qian’s strong arm circled Qiao Lan’s shoulder.

The unfamiliar touch made Qiao Lan uncomfortable, and she instinctively struggled. The man’s big hand tightened, and Qiao Lan fell into the man’s broad chest unexpectedly.

She raised her head and bumped into the man’s dark, deep eyes. His low, magnetic voice, like a cello, seduced her: “Wife, let’s go home.”

The warm breath sprayed down, Qiao Lan’s face flushed instantly, and she responded dully, “Okay.”

Chu Zhiheng watched their leaving backs, unable to summon the courage to chase after them.

…

Sitting in the car, the temperature in the car rose steadily.

Qiao Lan was a little hot, before she could speak, Mo Qian took away the big hand that was resting on her shoulder and explained softly, “I didn’t mean to be disrespectful, I just wanted to help you out.”

The man’s face was calm, his eyes were clear, not at all like a lecher.

“I know.”

Qiao Lan wouldn’t take this little thing to heart. She was curious and asked, “How did you track me down here?”

Mo Qian said frankly, “I was a little curious about my wife’s identity.”

Marrying a woman he had only met once, it was understandable that the man was curious about her identity.

Qiao Lan wasn’t worried about the man knowing her identity. Since she dared to get a marriage certificate with him, she was prepared for not being entangled in the future.

But she was still very curious about what the man would think after knowing her identity.

Qiao Lan raised her eyebrows: “Now that you know my identity, what do you think?”

Mo Qian leaned back in his seat, his big hands clasped behind his head, and he chuckled casually: “I can have a comfortable and carefree life for a while.”

Qiao Lan didn’t deny it. She could live in any house she wanted, someone would pay for her, and she would get compensation if they divorced. How could life not be comfortable?

Qiao Lan said solemnly, “As long as you keep your promise, I can support you.”

With her wealth, supporting a man was no problem.

Siss—

The car suddenly braked sharply, and Qiao Lan’s body lurched forward due to inertia. Without a seatbelt to protect her, she closed her eyes and prepared to hit the front seat.

The expected pain didn’t come to her forehead.

She opened her eyes and saw the man’s big hand protecting her forehead. The next second, a strong arm circled her waist, pulling her back to her seat. The man’s displeased reprimand came from beside her ear: “How are you driving?”

The assistant was silent: “I’m sorry, Mr. Mo…”

He had been with Mo Qian for so many years, and this was the first time he had made such a mistake. It was entirely because their conversation was too shocking.

Mo Qian, who never got close to women, had actually gotten married, and his flash marriage wife had actually said without shame that she would support him.

Did she know who Mo Qian was?

Did he need to eat soft rice?

Mo Qian interrupted him unhappily: “Don’t do it again.”

He looked at the woman in his arms: “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

She glanced at the driver: “He is…”

“My friend.”

Mo Qian said concisely, then added, “I’m injured and can’t drive, so let him take me to the hotel.”

Qiao Lan nodded, looking at the interior of the car.

The car was clean and tidy, the leather seats were soft and comfortable, and even the middle control panel didn’t look like a taxi’s configuration.

She couldn’t help but ask, “Did you just buy this car?”

Mo Qian hummed in response and closed his eyes to rest.

Qiao Lan saw his tired and pale complexion and didn’t speak again.

His wound was still bleeding, even an iron man wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer.

Didn’t he need to go to the hospital to treat such a serious wound?

…

Lanting Hotel

When they arrived, Shi Yan was waiting at the door of the room.

He looked at the disheveled Mo Qian and couldn’t help but tease, “Old Mo, how did you get tricked by that kid this time?”

Mo Qian’s handsome face was pale, and he didn’t want to explain too much: “Go in.”

Qiao Lan’s room was a presidential suite, and the interior was decorated in a retro French style. Every detail, every corner was carefully arranged by her, exuding the style of the hostess.

Qiao Lan pointed to her room: “Besides this room, you can stay anywhere you want. If you need anything, just call the customer service.”

She finished speaking and went back to her room.

She could tell that Shi Yan and Mo Qian knew each other, and that the two of them had something secret to talk about.

She wasn’t interested in listening, she still had to deal with the wedding mess.

Shi Yan opened the medicine box and quickly and efficiently helped Mo Qian treat his wound. He looked at the wound that was only a few millimeters away from his heart and clicked his tongue: “Those people from the Mo family want to completely eliminate you.”

Mo Qian’s eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty killing intent: “Unfortunately, they didn’t.”

Since they hadn’t eliminated him, they should be prepared to face a storm.

Shi Yan knew Mo Qian’s personality and didn’t persuade him.

Those people from the Mo family were getting more and more arrogant, it was time to teach them a lesson.

Shi Yan asked, “What are you going to do?”

Mo Qian: “Wait and see.”

For people who are greedy, there is nothing more painful than getting something and then losing it.

He wanted them to taste the feeling of falling from heaven to hell, a taste of living death.

Shi Yan raised his eyebrows: “So you’re going to recuperate in H City for a while?”

Mo Qian hummed in response.

Only by creating the illusion of his death would they reveal their ambition.

Shi Yan curiously asked, “Who was that woman just now?”

“Mrs. Mo.”

Shi Yan didn’t react for a while, then suddenly burst out: “Holy crap, you’re married?”

Mo Qian’s expression was calm: “Yeah, just got married.”

Shi Yan: “…”

Was his marriage speed on a rocket?

Mo Qian didn’t want to talk about Qiao Lan, so Shi Yan tactfully didn’t ask. After reminding him a few things about wound care, he left.

The assistant also left, but before leaving, he didn’t forget to leave the car keys and said nervously, “Mr. Mo, the 4S shop is speeding up the installation of the car, you’ll have to endure it for these two days.”

After the two of them left, the room suddenly became quiet.

Mo Qian was not used to resting in unfamiliar surroundings, and his stomach was also a little hungry, so he called the hotel customer service to order food.

The hotel’s food was very ordinary, Mo Qian only took a bite and frowned. He got up and went to the kitchen, opening the refrigerator and cabinets.

The cabinets were full of instant noodles and sausages, and the refrigerator only had tomatoes and eggs. It was enough to show how irregular this woman’s diet was.

He took out the available ingredients and started cooking.