My Wife Longs for Divorce Every Day-Chapter 923 - The Ink Black Extra 13 I am her husband
Chapter 923: The Ink Black Extra 13, I am her husband
Chapter 923: The Ink Black Extra 13, I am her husband
September in Quebec was dry and cold at night.
When Xiao Yebai arrived at his destination, the sky remained pitch black.
The driver was very enthusiastic and greeted the garden district management, driving straight in and finally stopping at the entrance of the villa.
Xiao Yebai, however, thought: How lax is the garden district management here? Can you really just drive straight in like this?
Looking at the villa shrouded in darkness, his brows furrowed even tighter.
“The family might not have returned home yet,” the driver said with a smile, explaining.
Xiao Yebai tipped him, thanked him, and quickly got out of the car to walk inside.
The black sedan roared off and left.
Xiao Yebai stood outside the wooden door, casually opened the bolt behind him, and walked in.
The main door was tightly shut.
He pressed the doorbell directly.
As expected, there was no answer.
Standing there, Xiao Yebai let his fingers hang down and then slowly clenched them into fists.
Even though he had made all the preparations and considered that she might have left with the child earlier, the reality was stark when it laid out before him…
“Are you here to find Miss Mo?”
In the dark, Xiao Yebai’s handsome profile suddenly changed, and he immediately turned around.
An old foreign lady, in her fifties, stood in front of the wooden door, holding a supermarket bag, curiously sizing up the Eastern man in a neatly tailored suit, “Who are you to her?”
The air fell silent for several seconds.
Not until Xiao Yebai parted his thin lips, “I am her husband.”
Husband?
Upon hearing this, the old lady’s face showed surprise, “You are Miss Mo’s husband? Oh my, I thought Miss Mo and Mr. Rong were a couple…”
“Where did she go?” Xiao Yebai interrupted her.
“Oh, Miss Mo and Mr. Rong took the child and left this afternoon. They said they were going abroad…”
“To which country? Do you have her contact information?” Xiao Yebai interrupted again.
The night disguised the gloomy expression on his face, and his slightly urgent questioning made the old lady unsuspecting of anything amiss.
“I only heard it from the community manager. They say she’s not coming back this time, sold the car and the house…”
Xiao Yebai stood there, his tall and cold figure silent, until the old lady had finished prattling on. He said in a low voice, “Thank you.”
The old lady nodded, carrying her things and left.
The night was still long.
It was now just past seven o’clock in Quebec. The rich aroma of food wafted from nearby homes, mixed with faint music and the talking of adults and children.
Xiao Yebai stood there at the door, as if he were standing in an endless desert.
Chen Jin said she asked the community management, and this villa was bought by Mo Weiyi three years ago, she also lived here for three whole years.
But he had only found this place now.
And she had left one step ahead once again.
Zhan Yao was right. Mo Weiyi knew about the viral video of their son and knew he would come looking, so she disappeared one step ahead again, and he just happened to be one step too late, and lost her again…
**
Two hours later, Xiao Yebai saw off the locksmith and entered the villa.
He closed the door, went over to open the gas valve, then pressed the switch, and the living room lights came on all at once.
Because it was for sale, the entire house had been cleaned up very neatly, with white cloth covering the furniture.
He walked over, pulled off the white cloths one by one, looked around, and finally sat down on the sofa.
Glancing sideways, what he saw was a background scene identical to the one in the video.
The man’s hands, distinct in their joints, stretched out, slowly caressing the warm-toned sofa.
His son…
…had once happily played with Lego toys right there…
He closed his eyes for a moment, stood up, and walked up the stairs toward the second floor.
The lights were switched on one after another.
There were several rooms on the second floor, and at the moment, the doors were all closed.
Xiao Yebai walked straight over and pushed open the door closest to the staircase.
Almost instantly, he knew that this room must have been the one she slept in.
The entire room was designed with the same warm color scheme as the master bedroom of the Lishui Bay Villa, with light pink patterned wallpaper and dark patterned carpets.
Upon lifting the white cloth, he was met with a duvet of warm yellow patterns; the quilt had already been folded, with one large and one small pillow on top.
Xiao Yebai walked over and simply lay down on the bed.
When he glanced upwards, however, he saw a portrait photo hanging on the wall opposite him.
Mo Weiyi was holding Nuonuo, who was still in swaddling clothes, smiling at the camera.
Her face, still as delicate and beautiful as he remembered, only now, compared to her previous innocence, the corners of her eyes and eyebrows carried a faint tenderness, and her temperament had become much more serene.
As for the swaddled infant in her arms, eyes closed, mouth pouting, the picture of innocence.
“Weiyi.”
As if hindered by emotion, the man’s voice was hoarse and indistinct.
“Weiyi.”
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Xiao Yebai called out once more.
This time, it was clear.
A thin smile began to curl the corners of his lips, but the redness in his bloodshot eyes deepened, filled with a bottomless sense of loss and melancholy.
**
“Who are you? Hey! Wake up now!”
The sudden voice awakened Xiao Yebai from his deep dreams.
He opened his eyes.
The unfamiliar setting momentarily muddled his mind.
He had been on a plane for over a dozen hours, without closing his eyes, and last night he lay down on this bed, not knowing when he fell asleep…
Now the bedroom was fully lit, and by the bed stood a blonde-haired, blue-eyed young foreign man.
“Hey!”
Bruce, holding a broom, saw that the man on the bed had finally awakened, and his expression turned to one of intimidation, “Who are you? How did you get into Yiyi’s room? How dare you lie on her bed!”
People were supposed to come to see Yiyi’s villa today, and he thought that since Yiyi had left so suddenly, many things in the villa hadn’t been tidied, so he wanted to come early to help clean up and get a good price.
But to his surprise, upon entering, he found that all the lights in the living room were on, and the white cloths that had covered the furniture had been pulled off. As he ascended the stairs with his broom, he discovered that the door to Yiyi’s bedroom was open, and on the bed… lay an unfamiliar Oriental man!
Looking at Xiao Yebai’s disheveled hair, his shirt and suit jacket that had visible creases from lying down all night, not to mention those red-rimed eyes, dark circles underneath, and stubble around his mouth…
A vagrant!
It must be a vagrant who had wandered in from who knows where!
“Who are you?” the vagrant spoke, in fluent English, his gaze dangerous.
Bruce gripped the broom more tightly and blurted out, “This is Yiyi’s room! I’m her boyfriend!”
Even though he wasn’t yet, he certainly would be in the future.
Yiyi had only been gone for one night and he was already in agony from missing her. Moreover, Yiyi had not sent him a message to say she was safe, which left him sleepless for the entire night…
The next second.
The vagrant got out of bed with swift motions and came right up to him, grabbing his collar in an instant, “Boyfriend?”
The whimsical thoughts in Bruce’s mind dissipated instantly as he stared at the cold Oriental face before him, and with the violent aura emanating from the man’s eyes, his heart skipped a beat, “Who… who exactly are you?”
Xiao Yebai didn’t hesitate for a second and slammed him hard to the ground.
With a “thud,” Bruce let out a muffled groan of pain.
“Where has she gone?” A cold voice pressed down on him.
Looking at the dangerously aura-ed Oriental man before him, Bruce’s face suddenly changed and he scrambled to get out his phone to call for help, “Hello, there’s a man here breaking and entering with intent to rob, and he’s trying to hurt me…”
The phone was snatched away.
Bruce watched with trembling fear as the man took his phone, the handsome and deep features tensed to the extreme, knuckles whitening as he pressed the phone in a frenzy until he finally made a call.
The mechanical female voice of the prompt sounded in the bedroom after a few beeps, “Sorry! The subscriber you dialed cannot be connected at the moment, please redial later.”
Xiao Yebai looked up, his pupils flooded with red as if splashed with blood, contrasting with his pathologically pale skin, the bulging veins on his forehead, the shaking of his jawbone…
His visage was ferocious, ghostly, carrying a spine-chilling dangerous chill.
“Speak, where exactly has she gone?”
Bruce, with eyes wide and frightened, couldn’t help but scream out loud, “Help! Help! Somebody help…”
