Wen Ran lowered her head and glanced at the necklace on her neck, speaking indifferently, "This necklace was given to me by my brother."
"Oh, Miss Wen, hasn't Young Master Mo ever given you anything? You're not even wearing a ring on your finger. If he didn't mention it himself, no one would know you two are married."
Cheng Jia exaggerated her expression, staring straight at Wen Ran's slender, fair fingers—ten delicate fingers, completely bare.
Wen Ran's eyes flickered slightly before she raised an eyebrow and smiled, her tone indifferent. "A ring is just a formality. He likes introducing me as his wife, so I just let him be."
Cheng Jia's smile stiffened slightly at her words. Wen Ran's seemingly casual remark sounded incredibly piercing to Cheng Jia's ears. She pressed her lips together and changed the topic:
"Miss Wen, Young Master Mo was injured when he was young, so he is different from other men. His self-esteem is also stronger than most. So, please don't be like today—entangling with other men. That would be hurtful to him."
Upon hearing this, Wen Ran's eyes darkened slightly. Cheng Jia was accusing her of entangling with that man in glasses earlier. But what right did she have to do so? Was it because she was Mo Xiuchen's savior?
"Thank you, Miss Cheng, for your concern about Xiuchen. However, what happened earlier was just a misunderstanding. I've already explained it to Xiuchen. Also, Xiuchen is no different from other men."
As she spoke, Wen Ran turned slightly and placed her hands under the hand dryer.
"Miss Wen, are you saying that you and Young Master Mo… have consummated your marriage?"
Cheng Jia was truly shocked this time, her eyes widening.
The rumors outside all claimed that Mo Xiuchen was impotent, and she had always believed it to be true. But what did Wen Ran mean by this statement?
Wen Ran smiled faintly. Thinking of that night, her fair cheeks were tinged with a soft blush. To Cheng Jia, this expression carried more weight than any words.
"Let's go back. Xiuchen might get impatient waiting."
Cheng Jia still wanted to say something, but seeing that Wen Ran had already turned and walked toward the door, she pressed her lips together and followed her back to the hall.
By the time they returned, the waiter had already served the dishes. Mo Xiuchen sat in his seat, naturally reaching out to pull out a chair for Wen Ran. Casually, he asked, "Why did you take so long?"
Wen Ran smiled at him and said, "I was chatting with Miss Cheng for a bit. Why didn't you mention earlier that you've known Miss Cheng for a long time?"
Mo Xiuchen's deep eyes flickered slightly, and the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of Cheng Jia. A hint of surprise flashed across her face, as if she hadn't expected Wen Ran to bring it up so directly.
She quickly forced a smile and explained, "I was so engrossed in my conversation with Miss Wen that I let it slip. Young Master Mo, you won't blame me, will you?"
"I won't."
Mo Xiuchen glanced at Cheng Jia before looking at Wen Ran and calmly saying, "I only found Cheng Jia a few days ago. Over ten years ago, she saved me."
A trace of doubt flashed between Wen Ran's brows. Earlier, Cheng Jia had mentioned that he had been harmed as a child but claimed she couldn't remember the details. Now, Mo Xiuchen was openly admitting that Cheng Jia had saved him.
"Unfortunately, I don't remember what happened back then."
Cheng Jia chimed in at the right moment, her tone soft with a touch of sadness. Accompanied by her expression, it was enough to evoke sympathy from anyone.