“You don’t have to say anything. Butler Zhang, take them upstairs immediately. No one is to disturb them tonight!”
“Father, we can’t do this …” Jiang Peihua wanted to say something, but was ignored by Old Mr. Rong who ruthlessly turned around and left.
She knew that nothing could be changed now.
The servant carried Rong Yan into the bedroom and laid him down on the bed. Mo Xiyan stood beside the bed, gazing at his handsome face obsessively, before waving at the servants behind. “I’ll look after him, you can all leave.”
The servants looked at each other in dismay while Butler Zhang nodded and dismissed them.
Silence filled the air in the bedroom not long later.
Mo Xiyan sat on the bed, grazing her fingertips affectionately and slowly across Rong Yan’s handsome face. She admired his handsome eyebrows, long and narrow eyes, high nose bridge, sexy thin lips and finally stopped when her finger was on his beautiful chin…
With a look of ambition in her eyes, she took off his clothes and threw them onto the ground before undressing herself.
Lying gently on his side and leaning her head against his firm and taut chest, she listened to his strong heartbeat that rang in her ears. Mo Xiyan murmured, “Yan, you’re mine and you can only belong to me!”
…
The following day…
During the night that she spent at Lu Momo’s place, Luo Anning pondered over many things and the fact that she could never conceive again was a major stab to her heart.
It was her greatest weakness since no wealthy family would accept an infertile daughter-in-law, let alone the Rong Family.
She merely felt sad and reluctant to let go.
After all, she finally fell in love with someone and yet, things turned out that way.
She could not help but feel sorrowful at the thought of it.
She woke up early in the morning but Lu Momo was still asleep. Hence, she tried to get out of bed as gently as she could.
She headed to the study, turned on the computer, opened a new document and got ready to prepare a divorce agreement. The cursor flickered on the screen and she could not bring herself to continue typing.
She looked at the screen with a dull gaze and all she could think about were her memories with Rong Yan… the good, the bad, the cold wars, the sweet memories and the agonizing ones…
Every scene that flashed by was so precious and she could not bear to erase them from her mind
Biting her lips vigorously, she knew that she had no choice. Instead of waiting for Old Mr. Rong to lose his patience and chase her out, she might as well leave with dignity and pride.
Half an hour later, a divorce agreement was slowly rolled out of the printer. She grabbed it, took a glance and then picked up the pen to sign her name in the respective column.
When she was about to sign the last character of her name, her mobile phone rang.
“Young Madam, Old Master would like you to come to the mansion. He said that he gave you one night and that your agreement should be ready by now,” Butler Zhang dutifully repeated what Old Mr. Rong said.
Luo Anning smiled and thought, is he that eager?
Is he afraid that I might go back on my word and covet their fortune?
“Got it, I’ll be right there,” Luo Anning answered coldly before hanging up.
She returned to Lu Momo’s bedroom to see that she had kicked the blanket away. She smiled and stepped forward to pull the blanket up to Lu Momo’s stomach before turning around to leave.
Without even having breakfast, she put on some light makeup to hide her haggardness, hailed a cab and made her way to Old Mr. Rong’s mansion.
