My Wife Longs for Divorce Every Day

Upon hearing a noise, Aunt Zhou hastily got out of bed and saw Xiao Yebai carrying Mo Weiyi into the house.

Mo Weiyi’s eyes were closed, her cheeks flushed red. She was wrapped tightly in her coat, her bare, white feet peeking out from under its hem.

“Young Master Xiao…”

Before she could finish, Xiao Yebai interrupted her, “Aunt Zhou, close the door.”

“Yes.” Aunt Zhou quickly obeyed.

By the time she turned around after closing the door, the man had already disappeared.

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Upstairs, Xiao Yebai laid Mo Weiyi on the bed and threw his coat onto the sofa. His gaze fell on her pyjamas.

Pink, adorned with little bears, a two-piece ensemble.

Mo Weiyi had never worn such a style of sleepwear before. Her sleepwear usually consisted of loose, comfortable nightgowns or robes. This childish outfit seemed to highlight her innocent charm.

He frowned slightly.

Underneath the quiet orange light, Mo Weiyi’s eyes were closed. Her beautifully delicate face wore a slight frown as she rubbed it against the pillow, mumbling her discomfort.

His slender fingers, with their prominent joints, pulled the covers over her. Then he moved the strands of hair from her face, revealing a clean face devoid of makeup.

The redness on her cheeks looked unusually pronounced. As soon as he had carried her home, he had detected a strong smell of alcohol.

Tears stained the corners of her eyes, her eyelashes wet. She looked pitiful.

As if recognizing something, Mo Weiyi mumbled a word, “Xiaobai.”

The man’s eyes darkened significantly, becoming deeper and more…

Intense.

Mo Weiyi frowned in her haze, uncomfortable with the pressure on both sides of the quilt. She wriggled around restlessly underneath the covers.

Finally, she turned over again and fell asleep on her side.

Xiao Yebai’s dark eyes squinted once more.

For some reason, the gloom in his eyes began to rise, fermenting into a mixture of displeasure and mockery.

He reached out to turn her back round, and held on to her tightly, as if compelled to do so.

With a stretch of his long arm, he switched off the bedside lamp.

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The next morning.

Mo Weiyi woke up with a splitting headache.

Her fine eyebrows knitted together tightly. As she tried to raise her hand, she felt a familiar warmth.

Upon opening her eyes, she found herself face-to-face with his handsome face, more familiar than ever.

He was deep in sleep, dressed in comfortable home wear, looking refined and sexy.

Watching him, Mo Weiyi experienced a moment of mental blankness.

She remembered going out to drink yesterday. Afterwards, she called Su Wanwan, then went to Su Wanwan’s house. So why was she now in her own bed? What had happened?

Her head throbbed with a dull pain.

Mo Weiyi closed her eyes, letting out a groan of agony. She pushed against him, harder, until the man finally woke up.

When he let go, she immediately got up and wrapped herself in the quilt.

“What are you doing?”

At the same moment, his voice rang out, and Mo Weiyi’s hand was held once more.

Without turning back, her voice grew colder, “Let go.”

For a moment, the room fell silent.

Then, his strong, masculine hand released her.

Mo Weiyi wrapped herself in the quilt and walked to the closet, took out a robe to put on, then headed to the bathroom.

Before long, the sound of running water could be heard.

Xiao Yebai just sat there quietly for a while before he got up.

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When Mo Weiyi stepped out of the shower, the man was already dressed elegantly, standing in front of the dressing mirror.

He was tying his tie.

The dark shirt and trousers made him appear sophisticated and meticulous. A soft cotton sweater added a touch of gentleness. There was no emotion in his clean, handsome features. Seeing her walk out, he merely glanced at her before saying, “Drink the hangover tea on the table.”

Mo Weiyi bit her lips upon seeing the steaming cup on the table, “I don’t want to!”

The man’s hand faltered slightly, but his tone remained calm, “Suit yourself.”

Mo Weiyi glared at him instantly, “Don’t you have anything to say to me?

After taking a hot shower, although her head still ached she had cooled down somewhat.

This was the first time such a big row had taken place in the two years since they got married. During previous minor disputes, if he became cold, she would always take the initiative to make peace.

But yesterday, she didn’t go and seek reconciliation as usual, and he had offered no explanation.

Xiao Yebai picked up his black coat, his voice clean and calm, but devoid of warmth, “Don’t ever disappear overnight like that again.”

Mo Weiyi huffed in irritation, “I’m asking about what happened yesterday afternoon!”

As soon as she stepped into his office, she had seen that man, Tian Ye, standing beside his desk, handling his coat.

The intimacy and ambiguity in the air were palpable.

She had even thought, since she seldom visited him at his workplace, did Tian Ye often come and go from his office like this when she was not aware? Even handling his private belongings?

She couldn’t stand these speculations.