The Problem with Marrying Rich: Out of the Way, Ex

Chapter 8: She’s Pregnant with My Child

Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio

She could feel the strength leaving her legs, and would have fallen if she weren’t holding onto the couch. The pen and the divorce agreement were burning her eyes.

“Who is she?” She pointed to the woman, bellowing desperately with agony.

Mo Yixuan walked right pass her to seize Xia Yuwei, who was weeping aside, into his arms.

“She’s my woman,” he announced with raised brows.

He Xiyan felt this paralyzing pain as if her chest was just cut open with a knife.

She’s his woman, then what about me? Who am I?

“Yixuan...” Hexiyan couldn’t bear it anymore, bursting out tears.

She almost dashed over and clasped the man’s arm.

“Yixuan, let her go. Let her go, please, will you?” She was almost begging, her voice broke in raucity.

She was the one he should call his woman. They had been married for three years.

Bang –

He Xiyan was swept away by the man’s strong arm and bumped into the table aside.

“Sign it!” Mo Yixuan’s face was grim still. He closed his eyes to hide his own sorrow before they were the color of an intimidating red when opened again.

He turned around to lift Xia Yuwei’s face and caressed the tear on her face.

“Yixuan... I’m sorry,” Xia Yuwei still looked quite vulnerable, “I...”

Before she could say more her lips were covered by his.

His tongue thrusted in and claiming every inch of her mouth. An angry, provocative kiss.

And all of this was captured by He Xiyan, not a beat missed.

She felt like electrocuted and couldn’t help trembling, her hand shaking, covering her mouth out of shock.

She just watched them, her husband kissing another woman. Her eyes were immersed with fear.

“Ah...”

She burst out a shriek.

Though even an outcry like this couldn’t make the man change his decision.

“Can you sign now?”

Mo Yixuan let go of the woman in his arms and lifted He Xiyan’s chin.

His eyes stared into hers.

He was angry and grim.

She was devastated and desperate.

“Why?” She looked at the man, the man whom she was once so intimate with but so distant now.

“Because... she’s pregnant with my child.” Mo Yixuan turned his face away, spitting out the few words that could barely destroy this woman.

His words knocked He Xiyan down to the floor, her face supremely pale. She opened her mouth but couldn’t utter anything.

“A child... child...” She mumbled inconstantly with her quivering lips.

She subconsciously put her hand over her lower abdomen, which was flat without any extra flesh.

She suddenly clenched her fingered as if she just took a huge blow, and grasped her stomach.

A child, because she can’t give him a child, that’s why...

Xia Yuwei on the side then realized something and did the same but caressed instead.

She walked toward He Xiyan.

She was a beauty but looked a bit drawn because of the tears dropped.

“I’m sorry, sister He. It has never been my intent to get into your marriage with Yixuan. It’s just that I love Yixuan too much, and I really don’t want my child to be born without a father. I’m truly sorry, can you forgive us?” The words rolled off her tongue softly, as if she was the victim there.

She kept caressing her belly which was also constantly provoking He Xiyan who’d been married three years and yet had not borne a single child for Mo family.