But he knew it was impossible.
That faint smile still hung on Chen Jiahang’s face, a sarcastic one.
“Enough!” Mo Yixuan stared at him angrily, “Don’t laugh! Fool!” He no longer wanted to see him smiling like that again.
How was he qualified to laugh at himself? A fool, a lazy man, a poor man who depended on women for money.
Chen Jiahang withdrew his indifferent mockery, “Mo Yixuan…”. His voice was cold, even colder than Mo Yixuan’s. He frowned and said, “Your ex-wife He Xiyan divorced you on December 26, 2019, and then you married your mistress Xia Yuwei and gave birth to a son. But ironically, that child is not your biological one, and you are still raising him. As for your son Yuanyuan, you took him from Yanyan with sly means. I believe that Yanyan committed suicide and was sold to our village by traffickers because of you. Think about it. Aren’t you ridiculous?”
Chen Jiahang’s voice was hoarse. After finishing, he saw Mo Yixuan, who was domineering a minute ago, suddenly paled.
Mo Yixuan suddenly opened his eyes wide, his chest fluctuating violently, trying to suppress the emotion he did not want to show.
Under the light, he looked extremely bad, as if his face had been suddenly whitewashed.
Ah…
Chen Jiahang laughed again. He raised the hand which was not injected, pointing to the door again and saying, “Mo Yixuan, if I were you, I would not appear in such a place, and I would not pester the ex-wife who had begun a new life. Because I was not qualified.”
“You are not qualified.” Mo Yixuan, who was contradicted beyond words, became angry like a child.
Who was he angry at, the man in front of him? No, he was angry with himself. Because what Chen Jiahang said was true.
“Chen Jiahang…” Mo Yixuan raised his chin, a hint of irritation flashing through his eyes. “You should not think that you can take advantage of Yanyan because she is good to you now. Since you are lazy and incapable, you let Yanyan earn money to support you. Are you a man? Look at the way she is now, so tired and exhausted. What qualifications do you have?”
Chen Jiahang turned to look at He Xiyan, who was still asleep in the escort bed not far away: the wife he bought for 50,000 yuan and a woman whom he had lived with for three years. He pursed his lips slightly, a touch of untold pain and misery flitting through his eyes.
Was he unqualified? He thought for a moment.
Probably not!
But the man in front was even less qualified.
“You go.” Chen Jiahang was a little tired and impatient as well. He had to admit that it was tiring to talk to this Mo Yixuan.
Mo Yixuan, however, did not mean to leave.
He continued, “Chen Jiahang, since you know Yanyan’s background, you should understand what kind of life she lived before. She lived in a villa and drove a luxury car. She never lacked money before. You, however, let her live with you in that dilapidated adobe house, and she needs to go out early and return home late every day to make money. How selfish and incompetent you are to make a woman suffer like this. A person like you, how can you get married? You should be eliminated by society.”
Mo Yixuan frowned and felt quite uncomfortable, thus letting o sarcastic words blurt out without hesitation. But even though what he said was true, he knew in his heart that his ex-wife, though living a harder life, was indeed much happier now than she was when with him.
