My Wife Longs for Divorce Every Day

297, Does Not Understand Romance

Translator: 549690339

“Is that so?” Xiao Yebai’s tone was indifferent.

Mo Weiyi nodded, “My father told me to study hard, get my diploma, so I could help you in the company in the future. He even showed me the files from the Mo Family’s recent years, but I couldn’t understand them.”

“What files?” Xiao Yebai’s tone remained indifferent.

“They are le…” Mo Weiyi was in the middle of his sentence, and suddenly his face changed, “I’ve messed up, I left the USB flash drive with the files in my backpack, in the compartment. My father said those files were important and couldn’t be seen by others. What should I do…”

Before he could finish speaking, Xiao Yebai had picked up his mobile phone and quickly dialed a number, “Rong An.”

As he listened to Xiao Yebai instructing Rong An to retrieve the backpack from the compartment, Mo Weiyi hastily added, “Tell him to settle the bill for the compartment.”

Xiao Yebai: “…”

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At nine o’clock in the evening, a loud thunder suddenly boomed outside the window.

Soon, thunder and lightning roared in the night sky. A gentle drizzle that was originally perceivable, suddenly turned into a heavy downpour.

The world seemed to be instantly shrouded by the rainstorm, desolate, dark, and completely unclear.

Rong An returned Mo Weiyi’s jacket and bag to the car.

Turning around, he glanced at the dark rain curtain. His fists, hanging at his sides, suddenly clenched tightly.

Under the cover of rain fog, he returned to the women’s bathroom in the building.

So, when Song Quan woke from intense pain, he saw the same man from last time standing in front of him.

He was dressed in a simple black suit and trousers, holding the nightstick that Xiao Yebai had thrown on the ground before.

With thunder and lightning outside, a sudden white light swept across the dim bathroom, his face bearing a cruel and ferocious expression, was terrifyingly ghostly.

Song Quan’s entire body ached, his shoulder had been hit by the nightstick again.

He shrank back, his face full of extreme fear.

He hadn’t forgotten. Last time, this man had beaten his face askew, almost killing him!

“Do you know who the woman you tried to assault just now was?” The low and unruffled voice of Rong An began.

Hearing this, Song Quan felt as if the voice of the Hell King spoke. He dared not speak.

He was only cursing insults at the woman earlier, when that pretty boy had kicked him in a place he’d rather not mention.

Beautiful women really attract a lot of flies. These two seemed to risk their lives for a woman.

Standing there, holding the nightstick, Rong An continued in a condescending tone, “Her name is Mo Weiyi, she is the little princess of the Nancheng Mo Family. The Nancheng Mo Family, have you never heard of it?”

Song Quan’s eyes widened in horror.

Nancheng Mo Family?

Isn’t that one of the top families…

Before he could figure it out, Rong An raised his hand, and with a swing, slammed the club down.

“Ah!” Song Quan cried out in pain.

Then another club swing, and then another. Rong An repeated the mechanical motions, continuously striking him.

Song Quan rolled on the ground, screaming in pain, his bleeding steadily turning the bathroom floor red.

Occasionally a flash of lightning outside would illuminate the face of the man wielding the nightstick.

His eyes were bloodthirsty, his jaw clenched, the ferocity and cruelty revealed in his expression seemed like they could ignite two fires and burn the man writhing on the ground to ashes.

After a seemingly endless time, Song Quan finally lay on the ground, barely breathing, his body and the surrounding area covered in blood. Rong An finally stopped his assault.

He took a slight breath and dropped the iron club with a clang.

The entire bathroom was filled with a chilling, bloody atmosphere.

While outside, the storm raged on.

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Mo Family’s villa.

Contrary to the storm raging outside, the upstairs bedroom was bright as day, warm and tranquil.

The bathroom had steam lingering around and was filled with a pleasant fragrance.

Mo Weiyi lay in the bathtub, only her face and two bandaged hands showing.

Listening to the thunder outside, she cooed, “Xiaobai, Xiaobai.”

Footsteps followed, and a man in casual clothes walked in.

Mo Weiyi raised her arm a bit, “I’m done soaking.”

Xiao Yebai walked over, hit the drain switch, took the showerhead from the side, checked the temperature, and then began rinsing her.

After that, he took a towel from the side, and began towel drying her.

He wasn’t wearing his glasses, his eyes gentle and clean, with no change in his expression.

He wiped her down from head to toe, calm and collected.

Instead, it was Mo Weiyi who was a bit embarrassed.

Lastly, Xiao Yebai pulled over a white bath towel, wrapped her in it, and then picked her up.

Looking at the handsome and refined man, Mo Weiyi couldn’t help but ask, “Xiaobai, if I get old, can’t move my arms and legs, and can’t walk, would you still take care of me like this?”

Xiao Yebai looked at her indifferently, “I’m older than you.”

“Uh…”

Mo Weiyi couldn’t help but comment in her heart, Xiaobai really didn’t understand romance.

In this situation, shouldn’t he say “yes” without blinking?

But, it was this lack of understanding of romance, this inability to say nice things just to please her, that made her love Xiaobai.

Lifting her head, Mo Weiyi sweetly said, “Then, I’ll take care of you when the time comes.”

Xiao Yebai looked at her, his brow slightly raised, then.

“Hmm.”

Mo Weiyi, again was like, “…”

He’s really so cold!

She couldn’t help but tease him in her heart.

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