Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio

In the end, she always let his mother have her way and his mother grew accustomed to bossing her around while he turned a blind eye to everything. She said that she had never felt warmth or happiness while she was at the Mo family and that she lived like an outsider during their three years of marriage. She even said that they weren’t compatible.

Mo Yixuan felt a lump in his throat and like his heart was being shredded into pieces when he recalled her words today. He hadn’t expected that this would be the reality he was forced to face. He had never given her happiness and bliss while they were together and now that he wanted to do so, she didn’t need him anymore, since she had another man who would do the same.

What a joke! Everything seemed like such a joke.

Mo Yixuan laughed coldly and Mo Ye who was being carried by the maid continued to shake the rattle in his hand. Mo Ye laughed in a silly manner as he stared at his father and stretched his hands out, wanting his father to carry him.

“Yee yee…” Mo Ye was spouting gibberish as he waved his plump hands around.

Mo Yixuan looked at his son a little helplessly. This was the child he exchanged by destroying his own happiness. When the child was first born, he had indeed been very happy. This was the excitement he felt as a first-time father and he could clearly recall that scene. However, now he felt a complex mix of emotions and was unable to lift his spirits. He had let go of his happiness because of this child and now he could no longer get it back. If this child didn’t exist, he wouldn’t have gotten divorced to Yan Yan, and he would have still been able to become a father, a child who belonged to Yan Yan and himself.

It was all too late.

Mo Ye pouted when he saw that his father refused to carry him and suddenly howled loudly, bursting into tears and throwing the rattle in his hands on the floor.

Mo Yixuan quickly stretched out his hands to carry his child and Mo Ye immediately stopped crying. He kept rubbing his small face against his father’s shirt, wiping his tears and snot on his shirt.

Li Qin quickly brought some water when she noticed what had happened, then used a handkerchief to wipe at her grandson’s face while she admonished her son.

“Yixuan, I don’t care what you’re unable to let go off but you should work hard and live well. Stop causing turmoil in the house. If the house collapses, what would happen to Mo Ye and I?” Li Qin said loudly, as though she was threatening him.

She was most annoyed and pained by the fact that her son had become so listless and dispirited and she wondered where her hardworking son who placed all his focus on work had gone.

This drama had been dragging on for more than a year; when was it ever going to end.

Mo Yixuan ignored his mother’s words. He turned around and headed upstairs, then locked himself in the study. He didn’t even turn on the lights but threw himself on the sofa and immediately started to smoke. He smoked stick after stick of cigarette and didn’t stop.

He knew that he should live well and let go of everything but there were some things he couldn’t let go of that easily, neither could he forget by telling himself to forget. So many years had passed since he started to take on heavy responsibilities when he was 12. His father had been diagnosed with a brain tumor when he was 12 and he was only a middle-school student at that time. This was when he should have been leading a carefree life but because he was the only child after his father was told he didn’t have much longer to live, his father was forced to groom him and make him mature at an even faster pace.

He grew up under the strict tutelage of his father and other than doing homework at school every day, he still had to attend classes from all sorts of private tutors. When he was 17, his life was all about studying and he didn’t have any other hobbies apart from studying, including sports activities. His physical trainer was in charge of taking care of his physical training.