C8 Part3

Extra chapter this week dedicated to winkie! Please enjoy!~ 😀

“Say it.” He lightly nodded his head.

She stared at him. After a long moment, her bright eyes lit up with a crafty light. “You probably don’t know, right? Your wife likes Xia Yu Mo.”

He faintly shook, his forehead furrowed. “What did you say?”

“She has secretly liked Xia Yu Mo since she was in university, it was her good friend from her club that told me. Unfortunately, Xia Yu Mo already had a girlfriend and she could only wait silently.” She paused in her attack, enjoying his hardening expression.

“You investigated Yi An?” Sharp and icy eyes shot toward her.

She carried on with a cold smile, already mentally prepared. “Do you want to guess why she agreed to get married with you two years ago? Because Xia Yu Mo and his girlfriend were already discussing marriage. She was afraid she would be heartbroken, so she rushed to get married to you first.”

Ke Mu Yu grit his teeth, the hand hidden beneath the desk quietly clenched into a fist.

“…Later, Xia Mu Yu and his girlfriend didn’t get married, they even broke up recently. It was just not long before she returned to Global Precision. In this way, you should understand why she wanted to return to Xia Mu Yu’s side to be a special assistant, right?” Song Qi Hong asked with a smile yet not a smile.

Ke Mu Yu naturally heard the meaning behind her words. She was suggesting his wife still had lingering affections for Xia Yu Mo. He lowered his eyes as he restrained himself, not allowing her to see that he was shaken.

“…She is not a simple woman. Perhaps she’s also using you to upset Xia Yu Mo just like how you used her to punish me.” Her biting voice persistently sowed doubts in his ear. He remained calm and collected as he asked coldly, “Are you done talking?”

“What?” She was shocked, momentarily unable to react.

“If you’re done, you can leave.” He ordered.

Raging hate ignited in Song Qi Hong’s chest. She glared at him, her features twisted as she threw all her resentfulness at him word by word. “You think that I will cheat, but Jian Yi An won’t? You think that the winner of this game will certainly be you? She’s told me before that she doesn’t like you, she said that I’ve already been eliminated, it’s a game between you and her now, it’s a showdown between you and her… Yes, whoever wins or loses between you guys is none of my business, but, Mu Yu, I’m advising you as a good friend, don’t be deceived by a woman again!”

“Get out.” Simply two short words contained fury that made people fearful.

Song Qi Hong shivered in terror. Finally, she threw him a resentful glance before leaving in a rage on her high heels.

Ke Mu Yu watched her neglect to close the door. After a good while, he got up on his own and his right foot nimbly kicked.

The door closed in response with a loud bang, setting off a sense of peril in his heart.

He stiffly turned around, arriving at the floor-to-ceiling windows. Like a statue of an ancient warrior, he stared out the window with a cold sense of war. In fact, he had been suspicious once before. Why had his wife agreed to the contract marriage that he suggested at that time? Of course, she needed a large sum of money to make up for her father’s embezzled funds, but he knew only later that it turns out she was close friends with Mo family’s daughter. This being the case, why didn’t she borrow from Mo Chuan Ya? Why take risks and marry a strange man that she hadn’t met more than a few times?

But the words that Song Qi Hong said just now allowed everything to make sense.

At the time when she got married, it was actually to escape. Because she couldn’t bear witnessing her beloved marrying someone else, she hurriedly got married to him in an attempt to bury her pitiful love.

Two years later, his marriage with her was up and Xia Yu Mo also coincidentally broke up with his girlfriend, the flame of love that she had buried returned from the ashes. To curry favor with the one she liked, she consequently pretended to lose her sight, stealing En Yu’s intelligence to give to Xia Yu Mo as a big gift. This gift was really precious, Xia Yu Mo naturally welcomed her return to his side with open arms, and she, having fulfilled her wish, was anxious to divorce him. Unexpectedly, the wicked husband that he was actually wouldn’t let go…

Would the script for a story be written like this?

Had he unintentionally become the third party that got in the way of the male and female lead’s love? Does she hate him? The gentleness and cheerful chatter these days, could it be that they were only a hypocritical show of affection… No! Impossible! Ke Mu Yu pursed his lips tightly, using all his strength to disperse the gloomy tide of thought in his mind. He believed in his wife, she wouldn’t be such a deeply scheming woman, she was his rose, only belonging to him, his unique and unmatched rose…

A string of sharp ringing suddenly pierced his ears, he picked up his phone to take a look. Precisely the woman that he was wholeheartedly concerned over was calling. He pressed the button to connect the call in a hurry.

“Yi An, where are you?”

“Mu Yu, our company’s factory in Tainan caught fire, Senior and I have to rush over!” Her tone was rushed.

Xuezhang? Why does she still have to call Xia Yu Mo that way? So indistinct between work and private matters?

The jealousy bug ruthlessly gnawed at Ke Mu Yu’s chest.

“You’re not allowed to go with him, go home immediately! No, you wait for me at your company, I’ll go pick you up!”

“What’s wrong with you?” She didn’t understand why he was angry, “I’m already on the high speed rail now. We might have a meeting through the night to see how to handle the crisis today, I won’t be going back to Taipei in the evening.”

“You mean you’re going to stay in Tainan?”

“En, we’ll stay at a hotel.”

“Xia Yu Mo as well?” He verified, hissing.

“Of course!” She seemed to think that his questions were funny. “He’s the CEO ah.” So, tonight she was going to stay overnight outside with her senior that she was secretly in love with. Will they share a room together? Will she also hug Xia Yu Mo the same way she clung to him in his arms like a koala? When she looked at Xia Yu Mo, just what expression did she have in her eyes? Was it more loving, more yearning than when she looked at him?

He was going to fall apart soon, the flames of jealousy made his eyes red, burning the little reason he had left, “You’re not allowed to go! Jian Yi An, come back immediately!”

“You!” She was stumped for words, seeming unable to understand why he was so worked up, “Don’t be difficult, Mu Yu.”

“Come back immediately!” He still childishly ordered. “Your company’s factory in Tainan caught fire, what are you going for? To help put out the fire?”

“Of course not.” She helplessly sighed, “But I’m the President’s special assistant, I still have to help the boss contact everyone and handle some big and small matters.”

“So I wanted you not to be some damned special assistant a long time ago! Our Ke family is a family that is a leading figure, is there a need for my wife to show her face in public outside to earn money? Resign, come back immediately!”

“You! Simply unreasonable!” She reprimanded angrily. “I’m ignoring you, we’ll talk again after I get back!”

After her words fell, she hung up without an explanation, leaving him alone, holding his phone, listening to the du du sound of the disconnected call.

Du—du— The curt rhythmic noise sounded again and again, like ice crystals from the Arctic striking his heart one after another, freezing over bit by bit. He listened in a daze. The Arctic blew over wave after wave of cold and his eyes gradually lost their temperature. He hated this sound the most. When he was little, he heard this sound frequently. When he was looking for his dad, when he was looking for his mom, they were always busy, always had other more important things, always putting his phone call in the very last spot.

Later, his mother and father divorced. His mother traveled across the ocean to the other side.

Occasionally, when he couldn’t free himself from that endlessly lingering longing, he would shakely pick up the phone, sending out a signal for help.

He didn’t want to do anything, he only wanted to hear his mother’s voice. Even just a few indifferent words were enough to appease his hesitant heart.

But she rarely picked up the phone. After remarrying, she simply didn’t pick up, from then on cutting off contact with her only bloodline left in Taiwan.

It turns out blood relations were also merely such weak bindings.

He finally truly understood. Each and every person in this world, all of them will leave.

Since then on, he swore to himself, he would never, never again make a call that would not be answered—