My Wife Longs for Divorce Every Day

For the first time in her life, she experienced how difficult it could be to make a decision, a decision so challenging that she almost couldn’t breathe.

…

Finally, they arrived at the hospital.

The car came to a stop, but Mo Weiyi stayed seated, motionless.

“Princess, we’re at the hospital.” Rong An turned her head to look at the young woman, momentarily stunned.

Mo Weiyi collected herself and moved her hand to the car door.

She even forgot to take her bag.

When she stepped out, her foot found only emptiness and she fell clumsily to the ground.

The sudden “thud” had Rong An perplexed.

He rushed out of the car and helped Mo Weiyi up, “Princess, are you okay?”

Mo Weiyi shook her head briefly. Then, as if it had just occurred to her, she dusted off her clothes hastily.

Rong An steadied her and picked up the coat and bag from the car seat.

With her coat on, Mo Weiyi turned and headed for the in-patient building.

Rong An closed the car door and swiftly followed her, carrying the bag.

…

Stepping out of the elevator, Mo Weiyi stood in front of room 2101 with a hint of hesitation.

Rong An came over now, handing over the bag as his voice deepened, “Princess, I will wait outside.”

Mo Weiyi nodded.

Bag in hand, she inhaled deeply, composed herself, and pushed open the door.

But seeing the woman inside, her just composed face instantly cooled into an aloof expression.

Tian Ye.

She was sitting like a wife beside the bed, holding a small bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other, turning her head when she heard the door open.

The man on the bed also looked over.

One surprised.

One expressionless.

It was clear that this scene was not comfortable for Mo Weiyi.

Even though she knew that Xiao Yebai didn’t like her.

Even with the decision she had just made.

Even when she dreamt about them being together after their divorce.

But.

They aren’t divorced yet, right?

And she was so eager to take care of him?

Tian Ye quickly put down the bowl and spoon and stood up.

Dressed in a white dress, she was charming and graceful. Her expression was uneasy, and her voice was cautious.

“Miss Mo, you’re here.”

Mo Weiyi raised her chin, and step by step, walked over in her high heels with a cold and noble demeanour.

The moment she reached the bed, her beautiful, enchanting eyes scanned over the man lying there.

Xiao Yebai lay in his patient gown, looking somewhat pale without his glasses, his short hair slightly tousled, and an IV tube inserted in his hand.

But even so, nothing could detract from his handsome looks. He looked a bit down and out, but this only added to his charm.

Still as dazzlingly handsome as ever.

“How’s my husband?” Mo Weiyi asked nonchalantly.

His deep, dark eyes flickered, watching her but remaining silent.

Tian Ye spoke softly, “The situation is not good, the doctor said to continue the IV and observe. He needs to pay attention to his diet and rest in the next few days, and have a gastroscopy when his condition is stable.”

“How did you end up here?” Mo Weiyi asked directly.

Tian Ye furrowed her brows slightly, “I just arrived.”

“What I meant was, how did you know my husband was in the hospital?”

Mo Weiyi, forceful and imposing, posed another question.

Tian Ye was uncomfortable but answered in front of Xiao Yebai, “I received a phone call telling me…”

Mo Weiyi narrowed her eyes, “From who?”

Tian Ye bit her lip, “Zhan Yao.”

Zhan Yao?

The mention of this name inexplicably eased Mo Weiyi’s tension, and she promptly said, “You can go home now.”

Tian Ye stared at her in surprise.

Mo Weiyi: “What? Surprised? Did you think that with me, his wife being here, you still need to stay? In which capacity would you be staying here in, huh?”

“Miss Mo.” Tian Ye glanced at Xiao Yebai, and countered, “You call yourself Yebai’s wife, may I ask where were you when Yebai had the accident? If you had fulfilled your duties as a wife, would I, as a friend, need to rush over in the middle of the night to take care of him?”

Mo Weiyi laughed coldly, “If this is how you feel, why didn’t you, as a friend of my husband, inform me, his wife?”

Tian Ye was at a loss for words, “I…”

“Are you going to tell me that you don’t have my phone number?”

Tian Ye bit her lip harder.

With such persistent questioning, whether in terms of momentum or logic, Mo Weiyi had the upper hand while Tian Ye had no ground to stand on.

But she couldn’t help but continue, “Miss Mo, indeed I don’t know your number.”

As expected, Mo Weiyi broke into a colder smile, “In that case, jot down my number. So the next time my husband has a slight illness, you don’t rush over here like a wife. My husband is a married man, and Miss Tian is still unmarried, neither sentimentally nor rationally…”

She paused, “it’s not appropriate.”

Tian Ye almost bit through her lip.

She looked at the young beautiful girl standing before her.

Without any makeup and even her coat not worn properly, it was obvious that she had rushed here.

However, even so, her outfit was well put together, a red and white checkered coat matched with a white knitted top, her slender, straight legs adorned with stockings of the same colour under a black skirt.

The details of her was refined and exquisite.

Her hair, which used to reach her waist, was now styled into a Korean-style shoulder-length cut. The ends flaunted a perfect, voluminous curl, highlighting her pretty, collagen-filled face. There was sweetness, but also a hint of womanly allure she didn’t possess before.

“Tian Ye, you can leave now.” The sudden cold voice of a man made Tian Ye even more embarrassed.