My Wife Longs for Divorce Every Day

Xiao Yebai’s tone was still cold and indifferent. “Do you need me to show you the surveillance footage?”

Xiao Zhiwei paled, “What… what surveillance video?”

“That child, wasn’t he sent downstairs by your instructions?”

“I didn’t!” Xiao Zhiwei panicked, “I… I just… he asked me where to have fun, so I told him to go downstairs. I had no idea he would…”

“Not many people knew about what happened to Weiyi’s mother back then, and you were one of them. As for the fact that there’s a pet in the ward, any nurse you ask would know.”

“Bro, I really didn’t mean to. How would I know that she sleeps at night with the door open…”

“I’ve given you a chance, but you don’t know how to cherish it.” After Xiao Yebai finished speaking, he turned around and left.

In bed, Xiao Zhiwei threw a tantrum, tossing her blankets and pillows on the floor.

Her parents, however, had no time to care about her and rushed out to follow him.

“Yebai!”

“Wait, Yebai!”

At the elevator door, Xiao Yebai stopped.

At his wife’s hint, Xiao Depeng asked warmly, “Yebai, how have you been doing recently?”

Xiao Yebai didn’t say anything.

He stood there, clad in a handcrafted black suit, looking tall and lean. Wearing glasses, he appeared sophisticated and neat.

However, when you looked into his eyes…

Behind his lenses, his enchanting black eyes seemed coated with a layer of frost. They were cold and sharp, causing a sense of unease for those looking at him.

Xiao Depeng blinked twice rapidly.

Somehow, his nephew, even only twenty-five, always gave him an inscrutable, mature vibe.

He tried to ignore this inexplicably feeling, rubbed his hands, “Actually, it is good that you asked us to come. There’s something I wanted to ask for your help.”

“What is it?” Xiao Yebai asked.

He delivered it in such a calm tone that Xiao Depeng quickly eased his nerves. “The market is bad this year. I followed your uncle Zhou in doing business and we had some unexpected issues. I’ve invested and lost money and now owe a large amount of debt. I have even mortgaged my house. I’m really at a loss.” “How much do you owe?”, Xiao Yebai asked again.

“Not much.” His hopeful tone implied Xiao Depeng was already unable to hide his greed, “Just eight million.”

Xiao Yebai raised an eyebrow, still in a nonchalant tone, “Just eight million?”

“Yes, you’re now the Mo family’s son-in-law and CEO of the Mo company. The Mo family’s wealth will all be yours sooner or later! Eight million is merely a small figure to you, just enough to buy a car. Yebai, help me this time. I promise, once I overcome this hardship, I’ll never bother you again.” Xiao Depeng was grinning as he elaborated on his argument.

Zhang Liya, standing next to him, also laughed.

Who knew…

“Ten years ago, you sold me to the Mo family for five million. Five years ago, the Mo family gave you an apartment in the center of Tongcheng. Last year, you secretly asked Weiyi for another two million.”

Once Xiao Yebai laid out those facts one by one, the couple’s faces had already changed countless times.

“Now that your daughter has returned, if you need assistance, look to her. Contacting me would be inappropriate.”

In response to Xiao Yebai’s last words, the couple responded aggressively, “What do you mean by that, Yebai?”

“You both are not even forty, yet comprehend so little?”

Xiao Yebai shoved his hands into his trouser pockets, his voice and expression filled with indifference. “You understand the principle in business—if you sell something, you can’t use it anymore.”

Xiao Depeng’s face swelled up, a tint of livid red.

Zhang Liya was even more exasperated, angrily pointing her finger at him, “Very well, now that you’re successful, have you forgotten where you come from? Don’t forget, who took you home from the funeral home when your parents died, and who scrimped and saved to raise you. Now you live lavishly every day, live in a villa, drive luxury cars, yet leave us in that desolate place in Tongcheng, where we live in that shabby house. Ignoring us as if you don’t know us, you’re simply an ingrate!”

“Ingrate?” Xiao Yebai still remained composed. He curled his lips, only sarcasm and coldness radiated from his eyes, “It seems more fitting on the two of you.”

The elevator arrived. Ignoring the angry cursing behind him, he walked straight in.

“You ungrateful thing, is this how you talk to your elders? Brat, don’t you move!” Zhang Liya chased after him, though the elevator doors shut anyway.

Her shrill voice attracted curious onlookers.

Xiao Depeng quickly pulled his wife back, “Have you gone insane? What you said was too harsh. If you irritate him too much…”

“What if I irritate him? He is the real ingrate, I spit on him!” Zhang Liya spat angrily, anxiously looking at her husband, “Now what? That darn jerk refused to help!”

“It’s alright,” The glint in Xiao Depeng’s eyes revealed his cunning, “Don’t we still have the Mo Family?”

“If that’s the case, why didn’t we approach the Mo Family directly? I had to put up with being ridiculed by that jerk,” Zhang Liya was indignant.

“I was just testing him earlier, and just as I suspected.” Xiao Depeng let out a pretentious sigh, “In the end, this son-in-law is just a son-in-law.”

“What does that mean?”

“Yebai probably doesn’t have actual power in Mo Family. Otherwise, he wouldn’t even struggle to help with a mere eight million.”

Eight million is nothing more than a drop in the bucket for the Mo Family. It’s not that Xiao Yebai is unwilling to help but that he’s unable to help. Poor guy. Xiao Depeng thought in a self-righteous way.

“No wonder. This brat, I hope the young Miss Mo kicks him out soon.. When the Mo Family kicks him out, let’s see if he dares to remain this arrogant!”