Chapter 9: Sky High Alimony

Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio

The woman couldn’t bear anymore and rushed out like crazy.

“Sister He!”

Xia Yuwei wanted to follow her but was drawn back at the door.

The man’s furious voice boomed behind her.

“Let her go!”

Mo Yixuan threw a punch on the wall, his veins bulging on the arms and his ink-black eyes red with unprecedented rage.

Damn it! He had been oppressing his anger but failed. He still felt admittedly upset, even snappish.

“But…” Xia Yuwei picked up the divorce agreement on the side table. She wanted to chase the woman not because she actually cared about that woman – she didn’t give a damn about her – but because she hadn’t signed yet. And she needed her to sign.

As long as it’s not signed, she couldn’t right her name and become Mrs. Mo herself.

Mo Yixuan grimly glanced at the thing in her hand and closed his eyes.

“She will sign,” he said coldly with a hint of inexplicable anxiety in his voice.

It felt like the room was still resonating He Xiyan’s crying and howling, piercing his eardrum like tens of thousands of needles.

He walked to the window and opened it, indulging the freezing wind blowing to his grim face.

He unfolded the agreement, picked up a black pen, and turned to the last page, which read 80,000,000 RMB under the alimony. Without any hesitation, he added a number “6” in front of it, making it 680,000,000 RMB.

Having witnessed the man write the number, Xia Yuwei covered her mouth in shock.

Her eyes were burning with jealousy and rage.

Why does she deserve all that money? She couldn’t even give him a baby. All that money for what?

She did not dare to say any of it out loud, though. She’s not stupid, the addition of that single number showed how much the man cared about He Xiyan. The good thing is, the number should be enough for that woman to sign. Touching her belly, she smiled again.

With the baby on her side, she’s bound to win this time!

He Xiyan, please take your money and get the fuck out.

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After dashing out of the room, Xiyan sat in the hallway on the second floor, hugging her own arms so tight like a little injured bunny curling into a ball. Tears kept parachuting from her eyes as if they were endless. Her cry stopped and was replaced by a low sob.

The dim wall lamp still exposed her pink, swollen eyes from crying.

(Why, Yixuan? Why does it have to be like this? Why give up on their three-year marriage? They had vowed in front of the Father that they would take each other to have and to hold from that day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do them part. She had never thought of giving up on him, so why was he so cold and giving up on what they had?)

He Xiyan clutched her chest. She felt like inside a knife was tumbling through, her heart so cold and aching. The man voice was still echoing in her ears. “Sign it,” he said, “She’s pregnant with my child.” His cold, terrifying voice was strangling her heart like a rope and making it bleed.