Mo Shichen stood on the balcony and watched the white Bentley drive out of the manor. He held his mobile phone in his hand and looked calm. He didn't turn around and go downstairs until the car completely disappeared from sight.
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8:30 pm, study room.
The man sat in the chair behind the desk, leaning back slightly. The notebook on the table was open, but his eyes were fixed on the mobile phone beside him. He lowered his eyes as if thinking.
Suddenly, he moved and glanced at the time on the laptop screen. Then he stood up, walked to the window and stood for a while, looking down at the lights in the distance. After standing for about a few minutes, he turned back to the desk. , picked up the phone, opened the address book after unlocking it with a fingerprint, and clicked call on the note "Mrs."
The night was very quiet, and the study was even quieter, so the beeping sound of the phone waiting to be connected was particularly clear and audible.
For a minute, no one answered.
Mo Shichen's thin lips curved into a mocking arc, which was not surprising at all. If she would answer his calls obediently, she wouldn't be such a difficult woman.
He didn't continue dialing. He leaned on the desk and sent her a text message, "Are you home? Do you want me to pick you up?"]
Clicked send and it was sent successfully.
In fact, he also knew that she would probably ignore him.
Her will to divorce this time was stronger than ever before, otherwise he wouldn't have chosen such an extreme method this time, knowing that it would force her to rebound even more, because there was no other way.
Although he knew she wouldn't reply, as time passed, he still looked at his phone from time to time to see if there were any calls or text messages, but there were none.
He put his phone on the desk, got up and went to the wine cabinet to get a bottle of red wine. He placed the cup casually next to the phone. When he lowered his head to pour the wine, he pressed the home button again, which was unconscious and meaningless. I don’t know why I did it, but when I glanced at it, I found a missed call displayed on it.
Of course, she is not his wife who is usually gentle and casual, but is so cold and hard when she is more serious that it makes people a headache.
It was Li Qianrui calling.
He looked away, his face was emotionless, and he didn't respond. He continued to pour the wine, and then drank it carelessly. After a few sips, his cell phone rang.
When he glanced at it, it was still the same phone.
He picked up the phone and answered it. His voice was a little lighter than his face. Although there was no coldness, there was absolutely no warmth. It was as if he was talking to an insignificant person, and he didn't care. So I couldn't hold back my emotion, "What's the matter?"
Li Qianrui was not good at observing words and expressions. Her nose felt sore after hearing these three words, and she whispered, "If nothing happens, can I not find you or call you?"
"Qian Rui," he said calmly, with no blame in his tone, but his words were still extremely cold and ruthless, "you must be self-aware."
The four words "self-knowledge" were like a silent thunder that suddenly exploded on her forehead. She even turned pale on the other end of the phone, "I... I just want to ask... your wife, she... Are you still angry..."
Since that day, the person who took care of her later told her that he had sent her to the hospital, but she was sleeping at the time. However, he never showed up at the hospital again, nor did he call her.
For several days, she had not dared to contact him, but she missed him so much that she couldn't bear the thought.
Mo Shichen's tone remained unchanged, "My care for you is based on our past friendship, and also because you suddenly suffered a great disaster and were alone. I can't bear to see you destroyed at such a young age. Wen Yi quarreled with me because I raised you privately without telling her, and the fault is mine, so I don’t blame you. I will continue to pay for your medical and nursing fees. But Qianrui, maybe I gave you some misunderstanding. I would tell Wen Yi that I would not be able to survive without me..."
He paused, and there was an indescribable cruelty in his clear voice, "I took care of you for a while, but I never thought of taking care of you for the rest of my life. Except for my woman and daughter, I can't take care of anyone for a long time." , what's more, in my eyes, if the meaning of a person's life is all pinned on a man, it is indeed meaningless. I am willing to lend a hand and help you stand up. If you want to rely on me from now on, then I will avoid you. "
"You..." Li Qianrui was in the ward, listening to his low-pitched and sweet words, but every word was indifferent and heartless, tears bursting out of her eyes, "Do you blame me... for causing you to quarrel?"
Mo Shichen pinched his brows, already feeling a little impatient, and said calmly, "I said, that was my decision and my fault."
"I..." She sobbed softly, as if she was trying her best to endure it but still couldn't. "Then I won't disturb you anymore."
He didn't seem to hear the crying that escaped, "Yeah."
After uttering this syllable, he hung up the phone.
Looking at the time again, it was already nine o'clock, and Wen Yi naturally didn't come back. He even regretted why he sent her such a text message at this time. Maybe if he didn't send it, she would come back after eating outside. .
Or, if I had known better, I should have sent someone to follow her when she went out.
Putting down the wine glass in his hand, he quickly found the car keys, picked up a coat and got up to go out. After getting in the car, he called Kanding, his voice was cold and cold, "Check for me about your former Vice President Wen. Now, where."
"Okay CEO."
"She drove out, and, starting with her friends."
"I see."
After hanging up the phone, he threw the phone aside and started the car.
He had a hunch that if he didn't find her, or if he couldn't find anyone, she would stay away all night.
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Kang Ding quickly found out where Wen Yi ate and the friend he had made an appointment with. It was the best friend who traveled abroad with Wen Yi last time. After they finished their meal at about seven o'clock, they seemed to have gone to a nearby bar to clear out the meal. I went out to play and maybe drank a little, but I don’t know if it was a lot.
The husband of Wen Yi's best friend was having dinner with a client nearby. After dinner, he went directly to pick up his wife, and Wen Yi left with him.
Mo Shichen called his best friend's husband directly. After getting through, he didn't even say a few polite words and asked, "My wife had dinner with your wife. Where are they now?"
My best friend’s husband was slightly stunned, “We’ve already gone home, hasn’t she arrived yet?”
Mo Shichen lowered his voice, "What do you mean?"
"They both drank, and I was a little drunk when I went there. I originally planned to send Mrs. Mo home first, but I happened to meet your wife's friend... He offered to send Mrs. Mo home, and they looked very familiar. I just... didn't fight with him."