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nTranslator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio

nMo Yixuan put down the things in his hand and pursed his lips, his expression dark. His eyes were bloodshot, as though he had not slept for some time and his eyes were rimmed with dark circles.

n“Yixuan,” the man said firmly when he saw that Yixuan had not responded. “If you never loved her in the first place, why did you marry her? You knew that she was a pitiful girl who had lost her parents and even her grandparents. By leaving her, you have left her without any relatives.”

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nYang Mingyu clenched his fists, and felt sympathetic toward his junior female schoolmate. He thought that if only that woman had not been so silly and given her love so humbly, she would not have married Yixuan and ended up in such a manner. She could have found someone who loved her.

nMo Yixuan lifted his head and something rippled across his cold eyes. That man’s words had pierced his heart like a thorn.

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n“She is good!” He replied after a while. He lit another cigarette, a habit he cultivated whenever he felt bothered.

nYang Mingyu sighed helplessly.

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n“She is good. Obviously, she is a good woman.” He pushed the chair aside and turned to close the door to the office.

n“Yixuan, you have really let her down. She skipped school to look after you when you broke your leg, she stood by your side to encourage you after your father passed away, she had never complained despite no matter how terribly your mother treated her, she had never berated you even though you hardly returned home and ignored her, and…”

nThat man wanted to continue but was interrupted by an irate voice.

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n“Stop it!”

nMo Yixuan rose to his feet, his eyes filled with terrifying rage.

n“I have already divorced her. Don’t ever mention her name again in front of me.” He roared at his friend, his hands curling into fists, his nails digging into his palms.

nOnly he knew how irate he had been recently, even more so than before his divorce. He Xiyan was like a disease that ate at his heart, she either caused him pain or made him go crazy.

nYang Mingyu tossed the cigarette in his hand aside and sat on the sofa.

n“Who should I talk about then? Shall we talk about your Xia Yuwei then?” A look of disdain crossed his eyes. “Yixuan, you must be blind. You will know soon enough what kind of person Xia Yuwei is.”

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nAny woman who broke up a marriage in the name of true love could not be anyone nice.

nBoth men stood facing each other a tense stand-off, one indignant, the other, full of anger.

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nThe Mo mansion.

nThe dining hall on the first floor was full of activity. Li Qin, along with the two maids, Wu Xiaomin and Lin Yanyan, served up a table full of delicious dishes. Their faces were drenched in sweat but the other two women did not lift a finger to help and were just watching television as they drank their beverages.

n“Mum, I’m so annoyed.” Xia Yuwei hooked her arm through her mother, Chen Yueru, disappointment written all over her face. Her fair face was flushed in anger.

nChen Yueru held her daughter’s hands in hers, there was a trace of annoyance on her face as well, but being more mature, she did not show her anger.

n“Alright, Yuwei. Bear with it for now.” She patted her daughter’s back distractedly, her expression grave.

nXia Yuwei sighed heavily.

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n“Mum, I know, but I’m really very annoyed. Did you know that he doesn’t like to come home and even if he did, he always treats me coldly? It has been so long and he has never given me anything.”

nAll these only made her even more annoyed. She had gone through so much trouble to be recognized as the true Mrs. Mo, but things had not turned out as she expected.

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