"I’m sorry, I thought your wife looked just over twenty, very young, so I thought she wasn’t married yet." The clerk was very articulate, with one sentence she resolved the awkward situation and flattered both customers.
Mo Ran was in a good mood, took the ring that was introduced to her, and looked at it closely.
The ring bore two words that flowed like clouds and water—Eternal love.
She picked up Gu Yixuan’s left hand and slid the ring onto his ring finger, fitting perfectly. His fingers were long and clean, with distinct veins, making them very suitable for wearing rings.
"Your husband looks really good wearing it," the sales clerk said enviously with a smile.
Mo Ran nodded, "I also think it looks good, let’s take this one."
"Alright, would you like it wrapped up or would you wear it right away?"
"Wear it right away." Mo Ran took the scissors nearby and snipped off the price tag from the ring.
Walking out of the mall, Gu Yixuan kept staring at the ring.
"Ranran, you have really good taste, I really ring."
"Of course, if I didn’t have good taste, how could I have chosen you?"
Gu Yixuan said with amusement, "No, I chose you first, my taste is better than yours."
"Yes, you chose me, which proves you have a unique discernment," she accepted his compliment with grace.
At that moment, her phone rang, it was Yuan Zhe calling.
Gu Yixuan also saw the name, and the smile on his face suddenly disappeared, his lips pressed thinly together.
Mo Ran just glanced at it then put the phone into her handbag, not bothering with it.
"Aren’t you going to answer it?"
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Mo Ran smiled, nudging him gently with her body, "You’re not jealous, are you?"
"No, I’m just not happy he’s contacting you. Ranran, I won’t doubt you from now on. Even if I have doubts, I will ask you and listen to your explanation in person."
"Not bad, you can be taught!" Mo Ran nodded with satisfaction.
Gu Yixuan smiled helplessly, wrapped his arm around her shoulders and led her to the car.
They visited many places and bought a lot of stuff to take back.
Mo Ran didn’t tell Mo Yan about her marriage, she didn’t know how to start, so she thought of simply picking a day to go out for a meal and then telling her.
In the following days, Mo Ran rested at home, entrusting everything about the dance class to Mo Yan.
It wasn’t that she was lazy; her period had come, and she didn’t want to move or go out.