The servants in the entire manor have already felt that the relationship between the couple has been getting closer and closer to freezing point recently. They have not even spoken to each other in the past few days.
Mo Shichen asked again, "How is the dinner prepared?"
"It's coming, it's coming. I should be able to eat it in ten minutes."
He hummed and said calmly, "Go and ask her to come down for dinner later."
Except for occasionally forgetting the time or being busy with something at hand, Wen Yi would usually come down by himself during meal time, but Su’s mother still nodded quickly and said yes.
Mo Shichen didn't go upstairs, but sat on the sofa in the living room and waited.
After about seven or eight minutes, he watched Mother Su go upstairs.
There is a cup of tea on the coffee table in front of the sofa. The aroma of tea is overflowing, and the dense heat is floating in the air, blurring the man's handsome face like a mist, especially the look in the man's eyes.
After another four or five minutes, Su's mother came down alone. He raised his eyebrows and had a premonition of something.
Sure enough, Mother Su, who came down from above, walked up to him and said carefully, "Master, my wife said... let you eat by yourself."
At the expected answer, Mo Shichen smiled, squinted his eyes, stood up, and said quietly, "Ask the kitchen to prepare another meal of her favorite dinner, and bring it to her study in an hour or two." Go inside."
Mother Su nodded hesitantly.
Mo Shichen turned around to go to the kitchen, but caught a glimpse of her hesitant expression. He frowned and said, "If you have anything to say, just say it."
Mother Su looked at his face and said hesitantly, "When I first went up to find my wife, she was in the cloakroom... I saw that she was changing clothes, as if she was getting ready to go out."
The clothes worn at home and when going out are somewhat different. What's more, what she didn't say was that Wen Yi had already changed her clothes and was touching up her makeup. She usually took off her makeup when she came back from outside.
Mo Shichen's face froze, and his long legs, which were about to go to the restaurant, turned around and walked upstairs.
When he went up again, Wen Yi had already changed her clothes, put on delicate and elegant makeup, and was counting her bags. She looked like she was getting ready to go out.
Mo Shichen leaned against the door frame, narrowed his eyes and looked at her deeply, and said in a gentle voice, "Madam, are you ready to go out?"
Hearing the noise, Wen Yi raised her head and saw that he was no longer as angry as in the company. She raised her lips and smiled, "It's best if you come up, lest I have to send myself to you later. Mr. Mo takes a look."
The man looked at her, "What do you mean, madam, are you going to go out after meeting me once?" He smiled again, "Madam knows what I mean very well. There's no point in being pretentious."
She was not annoyed, "Oh, I no longer have the right to go out?"
"You haven't eaten yet, what are you doing out there?"
"I go out just to eat."
The man's squinted eyes suddenly became narrower, and his smile became much weaker. "Is the chef at home not to your liking? I'll get you a new one."
Wen Yi shook her head, "The chef is a very good cook, but..." She paused and then said softly, "Your face is really off-putting to me."
The man didn't show any anger. Instead, he seemed to be doting on him. "Does it make you happy to have such a childish temper?"
Wen Yi combed her hair with her fingers and said with a faint smile, "Master Mo, I guess you have never hated anyone, only been hated by others, so you don't know this... you feel unappetizing when you look at someone. Feeling like that? I really envy you."
He nodded in agreement and said, "It would be great if the person I hate can eat, how can he sit at the same table with me and make me an eyesore."
“…”
She was too lazy to talk to him anymore and was about to leave.
When her arm was pulled, Wen Yi thought that the man was going to forcefully kiss her again, so she quickly shook him off and took a few steps back to distance herself from him.
Mo Shichen really didn't expect her to react so strongly. His deep eyes darkened, and he didn't step forward to pull her back. He just looked at her and said with a half-smile, "You reminded me, here is At home, let alone pressing you down and kissing you, it’s very convenient even if you are tied up.”
Wen Yi sneered, "Try it and see if I sue you."
He raised his eyebrows, smiled and was about to walk towards her. As he walked, he said softly, "I originally thought that it would be better to eat first and then think about it after I feel full and warm. I can’t resist the excitement of generals. If you want me to try it, I’ll try it.”
Neuropathy!
As soon as Mo Shichen came over, he was pushed away by the defensive Wen Yi. He was not prepared to continue to worsen the relationship with her at this time. It was just a joke, so he didn't say anything after being pushed away by her. He continued to come closer and just smiled and said, "You don't want to eat in front of me, okay, I'll give the restaurant to you. I'm hungry, so you can take over the place by yourself."
She always kept her distance from him and said coldly, "It's too late. I've already made an appointment with a friend on the phone."
"Then call again to cancel."
Wen Yi turned her face away from him and refused, "I don't want it."
He followed her wishes and said, "I'll send you there."
"Are you going to start showing off your courtesy?"
The man didn't care at all about being ridiculed by her, he smiled gently and said, "It is natural to pursue women and be courteous."
"If I don't let you deliver it, are you going to do something dirty again?"
Mo Shichen's eyes darkened, "Of course it won't happen."
Wen Yi walked past him carrying her bag and threw two words as she passed him, "Goodbye."
Mo Shichen turned around and saw the woman's back without looking back. The smile on his face completely disappeared. Even though his expression seemed indifferent, the curve of the corners of his lips inexplicably outlined a smile. A cold and indifferent smell.
… …
Wen Yiela opened the door and got into the car. Sitting in the driver's seat, her whole body relaxed completely like a tightened string. She buried her face in her hands, rubbed her face hard, and then He grabbed his hair and rubbed it randomly.
She was caught off guard by this man, and now she was pinned down by his strength.
After the frenzied venting, he calmed down completely. His beautiful white fingers slowly combed through his messed up hair. His face had regained its calmness, and his eyes looked coldly ahead.
He was using a delaying tactic, and she could only follow him. Before the matter of her sister-in-law and brother was over, she could no longer argue with him. It just so happened that she also needed time to think carefully about how to stop playing this game. She chose to divorce him as a result of her own evil deeds.
Wen Yi had just started the engine and before the car could be backed out, the cell phone in her bag rang. She was afraid it was a text message from her mother or brother, so she quickly took it out to check.
The text message came from Mo Shichen and contained only one sentence:
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