Chapter 51: I Want Your Ex-Wife

Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio

It was a full-strength punch as Hao’s bleeding lip could tell.

He grunted and wiped away the blood, volcanic rage tearing in his chest.

The motherfucker should dare to hit him.

“I’m going to kill you!” He lifted his right leg in a snarl and kicked the other man on the thigh.

Yixuan stumbled a few steps back, his leg showing an immediate bruise.

But neither of them could feel any physical pain at this point.

He dashed over.

In no time the two men engaged themselves in a fierce scuffle, gripping on each other’s collar and throwing punches against each other.

“She’s mine.”

“So what? She’s your ex-wife and I want her.”

“Go to hell!”

“Get off of me!”

Verbal attacks mixed with punches.

It seemed as if the two decent men had suddenly reduced to primitive levels and were fighting a ferocious battle to court his partner.

The charade didn’t stop until a grating crash piercing through the arena.

“Stop it!”

Xiyan smashed a stack of bowls to the ground, broken pieces splashing through the room.

She clenched her jaws, shooting a sternly serious stare at the two men who almost killed each other in front of her.

She felt her heart was about to explode in burning fidgets. She hated them both for disturbing her life, but she hated her ex-husband more for daring to ask her to be his mistress after divorcing her.

Striding over, not minding the cuts on her feet, she handed some tissues for Hao resting on couch and picked up his grey coat from the floor.

“Go home, this is none of your business,” she said in a deep voice, putting the coat on his laps.

Arching an eyebrow, Hao took over the coat. As hurting as he was physically from the fierce fight, the woman’s gesture made him feel better in some way.

At least he was the first one she attended at the moment, not the other.

Yixuan watched her in shock, his heart torn apart.

“Yanyan…” he called her name, his voice trembling.

At this very moment, his Yanyan’s first reaction was to attend to another man, picking up coat for another man. Didn’t she see that he’s hurt, too? That his coat was on the floor, too?

Xiyan turned around upon the man’s calling, her eyes looking down at the man’s legs.

“Please go, Mr. Mo, otherwise I’ll have to call the police.” She coldly declared, taking out her phone. She didn’t realize just by addressing him with his last name she had shattered his heart.

At the same time the noise from outside caught their attention.

Two women walked out of an elevator in a hurry.

“Mom, should be this one.”