The Problem with Marrying Rich: Out of the Way, Ex

Chapter 7: The Third Person Conquered

Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio

It had been 10 pm when He Xiyan got home. She got out of the car with bags in her arms, in there were gloves, a scarf, and a pair of new leather shoes she bought for him.

The bedroom light was on.

Her face was lit up with a smile right away.

He must be back! Was he waiting for her?

Thinking of it, her heart was filled with happiness. Closer to the room, she slowed down and crept instead to try to surprise him, except that her hand was hanging in the air when she was about to knock the door open.

She heard a girl talking to him in the room.

“Yixuan, is she really going to sign?” The woman had a voice that made you want to take care of her.

“Yes, she will,” answered the man without hesitation.

“I’m sorry! Yixuan, I’ve never wanted to destroy your marriage with sister Yan. I just, I just, love you too much.” It sounded like the woman had burst into tears with her voice broke.

“I know, Yuwei. It’s not your fault.”

The smile had suddenly disappeared from He Xiyan’s face and it now looked quite pale. She stared at the shut door, her chest hurting from inside.

No way, no way. Her Yixuan would never do this to her. This had to be the TV. She shook her head, couldn’t believe what she just heard.

She bent down and caressed her chest to try to stay calm. She had to stay calm.

Then she saw a pair of pink heels.

Those did not belong to her but…

A thud –

Bags were dropped on the floor, surprising the people in the room.

Door opened.

A man and a woman were exposed to her at the door. The man, she could not be more familiar with, but the woman…

He Xiyan opened her mouth out of shock.

She had never met the woman before.

The woman pouted her rosy lips. Her water-filled eyes blinked a number of times before being covered by a mist fog, making her look like a delicate art piece. She never let go of the man for a second, her arm entwined with his, as if it was a declaration of sovereignty.

Mo Yixuan clenched his fingers, mouth pursed, his eyes frosty in darkness. He looked at the woman standing in front of him, He Xiyan, his soon-to-be ex-wife.

“You…” He Xiyan felt like someone was crushing her heart so much that she couldn’t breathe. She looked like all the blood had been drained away in a mortifying speed and left her with an empty corpse.

Is it snowing again? How come I feel so cold. And this man in front of her, is he really her husband? The one she’s loved for five years? Why is he so impersonable?

“Come here, I have something to tell you.”

He said coldly with a dash of anger.

Mo Yixuan grabbed the woman who froze at the door and pulled her straight into the bedroom.

The pull was in such great strength that almost threw Xiyan on the floor.

“Who is she?” She looked up to meet her husband’s stare. His eyes were frosty and his face had a mix of coldness and anger she’d never seen.

Mo Yixuan didn’t answer her but opened his coat and took out a pen several papers from within.

All were slapped onto the table.

“Sign it. I’m divorcing you.”

The words were thrown at Xiyan like hail and sent chills down her spine.