"Li Mochan, Aqian just needs a good thrashing, don’t go easy on him, beat him hard," Gu Xinuo jeered.

At those words, Ji Mingqian’s icy gaze shot towards her, "Gu Xinuo, have I offended you? Didn’t I just pick you up from the bar?"

Gu Xinuo shrugged and turned to look at Chu Chen, mimicking Ye Jiuliang as she tattled, "He’s glaring at me."

"Pfft."

Ye Jiuliang couldn’t help but burst into laughter, almost ready to give Gu Xinuo a thumbs up.

Chu Chen’s gaze ominously turned to Ji Mingqian, and for a moment, Ji Mingqian was under siege.

"..."

Four against one?

Sure enough, all the joy was theirs, and the sorrow was his alone.

Suddenly, Li Mochan spoke faintly, "Chu Chen, how about a fight?" Let’s consider it a way to avenge Asheng.

"Okay," Chu Chen nodded.

Two terrifying gazes settled on him at the same time, and Ji Mingqian sensed trouble.

He eyed his surroundings, looking for an opportunity to escape.

Before he found that chance, Li Mochan and Chu Chen had already stood up across from him.

"It’s not fair for you two against one," Ji Mingqian leaned back, speaking urgently.

"Two against one is really low. You two can’t abandon your morals just because of your wives, can you?"

As he spoke, the two of them each grabbed one of his shoulders, not giving him a chance to resist, and dragged him out overpoweringly.

"Ye Jiuliang, Gu Xinuo, do you two have no humanity? Setting me up again," Ji Mingqian howled, powerless against the two big shots.

Ye Jiuliang and Gu Xinuo looked at each other and both burst into laughter simultaneously.

"Hahaha."

Aqian, take care of yourself.

...

Country F

After dinner, the Mo Family members went their separate ways.

Having rested in bed for two days, the wound on his back much better, Mo Chen got up to wander around.

Just back from a walk, he heard arguing voices as he reached the second floor.

Listening closely, it was indeed his mother’s voice.

Without a moment’s thought, he hurried upstairs.

Reaching the door of Mo Yu’s bedroom, he found it ajar.

Stepping into the bedroom, the oppressive atmosphere hit him immediately, making it hard to breathe.

Mo Chen saw the luggage on the floor and saw Mo Yu’s tear-streaked face, his own showing surprise.

What’s going on here?

He glanced at Mo Yuan standing expressionless to the side and cautiously spoke up, "Dad, what’s happening?"

"There’s an issue at the company, I need to go on a business trip," Mo Yuan explained, exceptionally, his voice as steady as ever without a hint of warmth.

"Business trip, business trip, it’s always that excuse." Mo Yu with reddened eyes grew agitated.

"You return so infrequently, and now you haven’t stayed for a few days before you have to leave again. Mo Yuan, this is our home, not a hotel, it’s not a place you can come and go as you please. What do you really think of me?"

Mo Yuan’s gaze remained indifferent as he looked at her, that unfamiliar look in his eyes once again striking Mo Yu harshly.

"I don’t want to keep arguing with you over these things. If you’re insistent on this, then I might as well not step foot in here ever again."

With those words, he grabbed his luggage and turned to leave.

Mo Yu’s face turned ashen, she staggered back, hitting the sofa.

Was his intention to divorce her?

She clenched her fists, a mad fixation flashing in the depths of her eyes.

No, she can’t be treated like this. How could he do this to her? She had given so much for him; he couldn’t be so cruel to her.

Mo Chen couldn’t bear to see her looking so distraught and tried to comfort her. "Mom, you..."

He had just begun to speak when Mo Yu suddenly pushed him away and hurriedly chased after the departing figure.

Mo Chen steadied himself and scratching his neck, a troubled look on his face.

This was really troublesome.

Worried that something might go wrong, he walked out of the bedroom and followed her downstairs.

Getting to the living room, Mo Yu stood at the doorway, preventing Mo Yuan from leaving.

"Mo Yuan, I know I can be hot-tempered, but it’s because I love you too much that I act this way," she said with a hoarse voice.

"You’ve been away for so long, all I wish is for you to spend more time with me, to care more about Mo Chen and Mo Su. Is this request really too much?"

Tears unshed on her face started falling once again.

Mo Yu approached him, her tone carrying a hint of pleading, "Mo Yuan, for so many years, I’ve devoted myself to our family. What exactly dissatisfies you about me? Just tell me, and I will change, as long as you say it."

Mo Yuan looked down upon her with a complex glimmer in his eyes.

He knew she was good to him, but he just couldn’t feel anything for her. Even after all these years, she still felt like a stranger to him.

Sometimes he even doubted whether she was really his wife.

"There’s a collaboration waiting for me to discuss. My father-in-law knows about it too; I can’t delay it," he said indifferently. "It’s getting late, you should go and rest too."

Mo Yu’s face showed embarrassment. She had begged him so humbly, and he was still going to leave, wasn’t he?

Mo Yuan, pulling his suitcase, walked past her without a single pause in his steps.

Mo Yu remained frozen in place, her desolate appearance revealing a touch of exhaustion.

Mo Chen stood at the top of the stairs, watching Mo Yuan’s figure vanish into the night, gradually slipping into contemplation.

This was the first time he had seen his parents argue. In his memory, his father was always cold, with an insurmountable gulf between him and his mother that was far from respectful, perhaps even distant.

Could it really be as his mother said, that because of that event, their relationship had grown so cold?

...

Country Y.

The fog was thinning, and the last few stars were nearly hidden by the clouds.

In the bedroom, the lamp by the bed suddenly turned on.

Ye Jiuliang sat up sleepily, and the person beside her was also awakened.

Li Mochan sat up and drew her into his arms, his magnetic voice laced with the huskiness of just waking up, "Why are you up?"

"Thirsty," Ye Jiuliang yawned and said languidly.

Li Mochan gently rubbed her head, speaking softly, "Don’t get up; you might catch a chill. I’ll get you some water."

Ye Jiuliang responded with a hum, reaching for her phone to check the time, which showed just six o’clock.

Li Mochan came back with a glass of water, bringing it to her lips, "Drink."

Without taking the glass, Ye Jiuliang drank from his hand, the water neither hot nor cold but comfortably warm, just right.

After gulping down most of the glass, the dryness in her throat was relieved.

Ye Jiuliang lay back in his arms, her eyes now devoid of sleepiness.

Having gone to bed early the previous night, she wasn’t sleepy now.

"Do you want to sleep a bit more?" Li Mochan hugged her, his fingertips gently stroking her cheek.

Ye Jiuliang shook her head, "Shall we go for a walk outside and grab some breakfast on the way?"

Li Mochan agreed, "Then shall we get up and wash?"

"Carry me." Her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, Ye Jiuliang’s eyes curved as she spoke.

Li Mochan let out a laugh, "So lazy and still want to go for a walk?"

Ye Jiuliang muttered, "It’s your son who’s too lazy, not me."