The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy

“Auntie, what’s wrong?” Ding Yuejia could not help asking when he felt Mo Fei’s body tensing up.

Mo Fei paused for a moment before replying hurriedly, “I’m fine.”

Mo Fei watched Ding Yuejia climb down from her body. As he happily ate the pizza, her lower lip started to ache from clenching her teeth.

Le Tian hung up the phone and chucked it onto the table. “Pay that no mind. He’s just crazy.”

Mo Fei raised her eyebrows. Of course, she would not pay her any mind.

Qian Yikun had never quarreled with her like this before. The most serious argument they had was probably what had happened just now. Moreover, Le Tian and Ding Junqi’s quarrels seemed to be full of a normal kind of—romantic fun.

At the thought of Qian Yikun, Mo Fei subconsciously looked at her phone before quickly retracting her gaze. She asked to leave after having dinner.

“Auntie, will you come again tomorrow?” Ding Yuejia could not help but ask.

“I have something on tomorrow, so I can’t come. When I have time, I’ll definitely come and visit you,” answered Mo Fei as she reached out to touch his little head. Then, she took off the necklace around her neck. “This is a gift from me.”

Mo Fei’s name was carved on it. It was an extremely unique necklace. At least it could ensure his safety.

Ding Yuejia’s turned to look at Le Tian. Seeing Le Tian nod, he reached out to take it. “Thank you, Auntie.”

Le Tian watched as Mo Fei entered the elevator and left. She then lowered her head to look at Ding Yuejia and caressed his little face. “Why do you like this auntie so much?”

Ding Yuejia cocked his head to the side. “This is called intuition.”

Le Tian pushed him home instantly. “What does a little brat know about intuition? Sure you’d do it before me.”

Mo Fei went downstairs and got into the car. She looked at the missed calls on her phone and leaned back against the seat. Half an hour later, her phone rang again, and she pressed the handsfree button.

“Mo Fei, I don’t care what happened between you and Qian Yikun. If the police get involved, they might disrupt our plan.” The man spoke in a low voice.

Mo Fei remained leaning against the seat. “I think I found my family.”

After she said that, the person on the other end of the line fell silent—the atmosphere in the car lapsed into silence.

“Mo Fei—”

“The old monster lied to me. He said my parents abandoned me.” As Mo Fei spoke, she let out a self-deprecating snort.

“Congratulations,” the man said to her, despite sounding rather helpless.

Mo Fei opened her eyes. “Slippers is still at the police station. Qian Yikun is keeping a close eye on the second batch of goods. Moreover, he’s no longer suspicious of me—he’s confirmed what I’m doing. I don’t know how much he knows.”

“I will kill Slippers when the time comes.”

“I might not… be able to hold Qian Yikun back.”

“You can’t, or you don’t want to?” the man asked straightforwardly.

Mo Fei leaned back in her chair and looked at the phone on the passenger’s seat. “Old Black, you’re trying to make living in the tiger’s mouth. Qian Yikun isn’t the focus. Gu Juexi is. He won’t let you make a move in B City.”

“I’ll take care of Gu Yuexi. I just need to make sure that the police won’t interfere. As long as the second batch of goods leaves B City, that’s enough.”

Mo Fei’s beautiful eyes were filled with fatigue.

“Old Black, is he really dead?” Mo Fei suddenly asked in a fleeting voice.

There was no response.

“So, he’s really still alive?” Mo Fei laughed self-deprecatingly. “I didn’t kill him.”

“Mo Fei, you did well.” the man comforted her.

Well?

Not well!

Not well at all!

She might not even be able to protect the people she cared about.