He asked back and then answered himself, "Probably so."
Mother Su asked expectantly, "Then why don't you try... to reconcile with her?"
The man finally raised his eyelids and said, "Do you think I should reconcile with her?"
Su's mother didn't understand why he asked that. In fact, she didn't know much about the couple, but...
"I just see that you are not happy during the time when your wife is away. Although I don't know why you and your wife separated... but if you still love her very much, try to save her."
He asked calmly, "What if she doesn't want to."
"This..." Mother Su thought about her words, "Just do your best. In this case, you won't regret it, and your wife won't have any regrets either."
Try your best
This word felt strangely incompatible with him.
Mo Shichen retracted his hand and lit a cigarette skillfully. After blowing out a few smoke rings, he said hoarsely, "Mother Su, do you think she is happy when she is with me?"
"My wife... is not a person who is overjoyed or sad. It is not obvious whether she is happy or not, but I... don't think she is unhappy, and I think she is thinking about you and must have you in her heart."
"Really?" He lit the cigarette and let the ashes fall into the ashtray, as if he was talking to the only other person in the restaurant, or talking to himself, or maybe he couldn't find anything to say. Or a suitable person to tell the story to, "I can't remember what happened five years ago. In fact, I don't know exactly what kind of person I was before, but from what I learned about the past through research, I can probably draw a similar outline. "
He didn't speak fast, as if he didn't care whether others were listening. Although Su's mother listened very carefully, after speaking for a while, he stopped again and took a puff of cigarette. His voice seemed hoarse, but also lighter, " My mother passed away due to illness when I was five or six years old. However, she was also very depressed when she was alive, because my father was a very cold-hearted person, and the only love he had was given to another woman before marriage. I only treat her with the indifference of treating her like a guest, and she is also a natural workaholic. Although I don’t have a lover outside, I rarely have a family, and I don’t communicate with her when I do.”
"He cares more about me than my mother because he wants to cultivate a qualified heir in his mind. But even if it is a father and a son, my feelings for him should be very thin. In other words, even if I grew up with He had resentment, but I was still trained and educated by him. I am very similar to him, even if I lose my memory, I still look like him."
When Su's mother listened to these words, her tone was calm and coherent, as if she was analyzing a stranger who had nothing to do with him, rather than himself.
Mo Shichen watched the smoke he exhaled disperse and then disappear. He stared at her and smiled softly, stating calmly, "Maybe I really don't love a woman very much, or I'm not good at loving a woman."
Let him chase Wen Yi, okay.
On the premise that she was willing to stay by his side, she wanted him to do something. She could get angry with him or instruct him to cook and make steamed buns.
But what he is best at is plundering and capturing. He has countless ways to force her to return to him obediently.
But when none of these worked, he was at a loss.
In particular, the reason why Wen Yi was seriously ill and had to be hospitalized was because of him.
He could torture her so cruelly that she would feel depressed and anxious for a while and even gnash her teeth in hatred at him, but he could force a woman to go to the hospital with a high fever due to overwork and stress, and she forced herself to hold on in front of him in front of her family—
He was a failure.
If he loved this woman, he failed in love, and the very fact of failure was enough to frustrate him.
Mother Su said in a daze, "But I think... you are very kind to your wife."
Mo Shichen stood up from the dining chair, "I felt the same way before."
"Then...are you ready to let it go and stop looking for her?"
The slender fingers with clear joints put out the unburned cigarette in the ashtray, and said calmly, "It depends on her life, I will give her a chance to get rid of me."
After he came back from Paris, he regarded her as his wife and his belongings, holding her in his hands whether he loved her or not. Maybe it wasn't that he couldn't let go, but he just didn't want to let go.
If he gradually forgets about her after letting go of this idea, then he will no longer look for her.
If it takes too long for him to forget—
Then she really can only blame her for being so unlucky in her life. She had to meet him, fall in love with him, and marry him, because the person he recognized was someone he would hold in his arms no matter what means he used.
Mo Shichen kicked Shiyi and said, "I'm done eating. Let's go and take you to dinner."
… …
Six days later.
When Kandin went to the president's office to deliver documents in the afternoon, he found that Mr. Mo, who had recently been increasing his workload and tightening his schedule, was neither staring at the laptop screen nor flipping through the documents, but looking out the window, as if A look of ecstasy.
He looked closer and realized that the laptop screen was black.
Does this mean that the president has maintained this state for some time
"Ahem..." Kanding coughed, and after attracting the man's attention, he said, "President, this quarter's financial statements have been compiled according to your requirements."
The man hummed, then lazily and calmly looked away, reaching out to take the document from his hand.
But Kandin found that although he put it in front of him, he had no intention of looking at it. "President, is there anything else you want to tell me?"
Mo Shichen raised his head and stared at him for a while, which made Kanding feel nervous. He finally said, "Have you ever been broken up in love?"
"… many years ago."
"How long does it usually take to put down a woman?"
"This... depends on the situation."
Mo Shichen looked at him expressionlessly.
Kanding bit the bullet and continued, "There are no emotions...I will forget them in a few days. Some...such as your brother...can't let go of them for several years."
He sneered, "There's something wrong with your brain."
“…”
He picked up the pen next to him and played with it. For six days, he was really counting the days.
I won’t count as many days as I can count.
Mo Shichen raised his eyes and said calmly, "Go..."
Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a knock on the door.
He closed his eyes and said, "Come in."
His other female secretary opened the door and said hurriedly, "President, Miss Wen is in the lobby... She must come up to you. The front desk can't stop her... Should we invite her in or... call the security..."