In the homestay, there was a knock on the door. Mo Fei put down her phone and went to open the door.
Outside the door stood a smiling Mrs. Ding.
Mo Fei did not like socializing. That was because she only socialized with people to kill them.
Therefore, when Mo Fei looked at the woman opposite him, her face was devoid of expressions.
“Let’s go down for dinner together,” Mrs. Ding said gently. “Madam Bai has retired to bed for the night. Why don’t the two of us go down?”
Mo Fei frowned instinctively. “No need. I’m not hungry.”
Mrs. Ding did not get angry. After being rejected, she only nodded slightly and turned to leave.
Mrs. Ding walked a few steps and looked back at the closed door. There was a hint of doubt in her clear eyes. For some reason, whenever she looked at that girl, she felt strangely at ease.
Perhaps it was because the girl was about the same age as her daughter.
Mrs. Ding went downstairs to eat on her own.
Mo Fei returned to her room and lay down again. Ye Yuwei had not replied to her messages yet. Perhaps, she was occupied.
Shanshan: [Sis Mo Fei, have you arrived]
Mo Fei: [Yep, I’m here.]
Shanshan: [That’s good.]
Mo Fei: [Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.]
She would be fine. She would let herself live a good life.
On the second day after Mo Fei went up the mountain, Qian Feng Enterprise announced Qian Yikun’s wedding date. The bride’s identity was temporarily kept a secret, but everyone was guessing that it was the woman from Qian Yikun’s family.
After Qian Feng Enterprise announced the news, the Gu Enterprise reposted the piece of news with their blessings.
Surprisingly, Huang Enterprise also reposted it and gave Qian Yikun their blessings.
The Huang family’s appearance dissolved the rumors that Qian Yikun drove Huang Jiaojiao crazy. Now, everyone’s attention was focused on Qian Yikun’s mysterious bride.
When Mo Fei saw the news, she was heading out with Mrs. Ding to recite the scriptures. Mo Fei almost lost her grip on the phone when she saw the headline ‘Qian Yikun’s Wedding’ popping up.
Uncontrollable anger rushed to her chest.
‘Marry you? Are you even worthy of that?’
These words were like a bolt that descended from the sky, shattering her anger into pieces instantly.
“Miss Mo, what’s wrong?” Mrs. Ding asked concernedly as she looked at Mo Fei’s pale face.
Pale green veins popped up on the fingers that Mo Fei held onto the phone with. She smirked and turned off the phone. She knew that he would marry someone else, did she not?
She was a murderous demoness while he was a police officer who was known for his sense of justice.
Mo Fei’s chest hurt like crazy. She slowly squatted down and gripped her chest tightly with both hands.
Eventually, he would marry someone else.
So, this was the feeling of having one’s heart emptied.
So, she still had a heart, after all.
However, the moment she discovered her heart, it was getting emptied out.
“Miss Mo,” Mrs. Ding called softly. She quickly squatted down and reached out to hold Mo Fei’s arm. “Are you alright?”
Pain—
The pain of being torn apart—
Sometimes, the impact of a sentence was even more painful than a bullet.
“I’m fine. I’m fine.” Mo Fei lifted her head and peeled open her eyelids. The storm that raged within her had already passed.
She was fine. She was Mo Fei. How could she not be fine?
Mrs. Ding felt a little tear in her heart and instinctively wanted to hug Mo Fei.
Mo Fei inhaled deeply and turned around to enter the temple hall. Qian Yikun was just a man. Mo Fei did not need him—she would not allow herself to be at a loss for a man that did not belong to her.
‘Qian Yikun, I will recite the scriptures for you. I wish you a blissful marriage with your future wife.’
Mrs. Ding turned to her back and watched as Mo Fei’s figure entered the temple hall. Her eyebrows furrowed together tightly.
