My Wife Longs for Divorce Every Day

Chapter 828: 828, congratulations, you are the ultimate winner.

Yebai turned around.

Before leaving, he suddenly noticed a lady’s handbag on the carpet beside him.

He walked over and bent down to pick it up.

…

About a few minutes later, Yebai returned downstairs.

He called to a servant, “I need to go to the hospital, Weiyi is sleeping upstairs, take care of her.”

...

“Understood.”

**

In the bedroom.

After Yebai had left, Weiyi couldn’t fall asleep for a long time.

Because whenever she closed her eyes, the events that had happened downstairs replayed in her mind repeatedly, like a fast-moving slideshow…

Minutes later, she sat up from the bed, her gaze slowly sweeping across the familiar bedroom.

Since her divorce from Yebai, he had moved to the adjacent bedroom, taking all his belongings from this master bedroom with him.

Those he hadn’t taken were moved over after she discovered them.

So, now there wasn’t a single item in the bedroom that belonged to a man; everything was hers…

The antique carved dressing table, filled with numerous skincare and cosmetic products, the wardrobe packed with branded clothing from all seasons, and next to the bathroom, a luxurious walk-in closet visible through a door that could serve as a store’s display…

Elegant, beautiful, high-end.

Without exception, all very expensive.

Just like everything she had used from childhood, all were the best luxury brands in the world.

Because she was the Mo Family’s only Little Princess, the sole daughter of the Mo Family, ever since she had memory, her grandfather doted on her unconditionally, her parents loved each other, and the Mo Family was one of Nancheng’s most prestigious families, equipped with numerous bodyguards and servants at her beck and call.

Everyone said she was a true daughter of heaven, a born winner in life, standing at a finish line that others might never reach even if they spent their entire lives striving, but now…

Weiyi found out it was all fake.

She wasn’t some daughter of heaven.

She wasn’t a winner in life either.

If Mo Yaoxiong hadn’t adopted her from the orphanage to the Mo Family, she might just have been an orphan without parents.

She had replaced the child of the Mo Family that had died, enjoying riches and luck that didn’t belong to her.

All the love given to her by the Mo Family was actually meant for that deceased child.

So, just like Xu Jing had said, she was just a substitute, or perhaps… a fake?

The corners of Weiyi’s lips slowly lifted.

Though she felt this situation was so melodramatic it was laughable, her eyes suddenly felt like they were stuffed with something, painfully irritating them.

Until the bedroom door was suddenly knocked on.

Weiyi quickly wiped her tears and calmed her voice, “Come in.”

Aunt Zhou carefully pushed open the door, looking at the woman facing away on the big bed, “Princess, it’s almost six o’clock, I’ve already prepared dinner, would you like to come downstairs to eat something?”

Weiyi said, “I’m not hungry.”

“Even if you’re not hungry, you should eat a little. I made your favorite bone soup, and also…”

“Aunt Zhou, I really don’t want to eat,” Weiyi interrupted her.

“But Mr. Yebai said…”

“Where is Rong An?”

“Young Master Rong An has gone to the hospital.”

Weiyi nodded, “… Oh.”

She had almost forgotten.

Old Master Mo had just been taken to the hospital for emergency treatment, and all the bodyguards must have gone there as well…

“Princess…”

“Have you heard any news from the hospital?” Weiyi asked again.

“Not yet.”

“Then you may leave.”

Aunt Zhou hesitated, “But…”

“I want to sleep a bit more.” After saying that, Weiyi laid back down on the bed.

“…”

Aunt Zhou, feeling helpless, watched for a while, then could only close the door and leave.

**

Meanwhile, in the emergency room at Nangong Hospital.

The corridor was densely packed with people.

Mo Yaoxiong stared at the lights above the emergency room, his eyebrows tightly furrowed.

His arms hung by his sides, but were clenched into tight fists.

His expression was uniformly tense and serious.

When the light went out and the emergency room door opened,

Mo Yaoxiong rushed over, “Doctor, how is my father?”

After more than an hour of resuscitation that left the doctor sweating profusely and sounding exhausted, he said, “Although we have successfully brought him back, the Old Master’s condition is very poor, and we’ve discovered inflammation in his cardiac and pulmonary regions, severe heart failure, unstable blood pressure, significant vascular compression, and he could experience another sudden cardiac arrest at any time.”

“Why did this happen? Wasn’t my dad’s last surgery very successful?” Mo Yaoxiong asked.

“The last surgery was indeed a success, but given the old man’s age, post-operative recovery and care are also extremely important…”

Mo Yaoxiong didn’t understand, “Can’t he undergo another surgery?”

“Given the old man’s current physical condition, undergoing such a complex major surgery would only worsen the condition. The suggestion we’ve discussed is conservative treatment, and your family must be fully prepared psychologically…”

“What do you mean?”

The doctor said, “Prepare for the worst. If there’s anything that needs to be communicated or instructed, wait for the old man to wake up while he is still lucid…”

Hearing this, Mo Yaoxiong felt as if a bolt from the blue had struck him, and he was completely overcome.

“Mr. Mo, please accept my condolences.”

“…” How could Mo Yaoxiong listen to anything else?

He stared blankly at the emergency room, where the medical staff kept busying themselves, but Old Master Mo lay with his eyes closed, lifeless…

The relentless, tense beeping of the monitoring equipment felt like it was hammering on his heart, each beep heavier than the last.

“Mr. Mo?”

The always quietly detached man next to him spoke up to thank, “We understand, thank you, doctor.”

The doctor looked at him.

As Old Master Mo’s attending physician, he naturally recognized this Mo family’s son-in-law… Xiao Yebai.

He was Mo Yaoxiong’s adopted son and also the current CEO of the Mo Group.

Although Mo Yaoxiong was nominally the chairman of the Mo Group, anyone with a little insider knowledge knew that the real power behind the Mo Group was held by the young man before them, just twenty-six years old.

Mo Yaoxiong had always valued this adopted son, and as Old Master Mo’s days were numbered, it could be said that his influence had waned.

Once Old Master Mo passed away, the Mo family was set for a drastic upheaval.

As for Nancheng’s business circle, it would likely soon undergo a generational shift, embarking on a new business legend.

…

After the doctor left, Mo Yaoxiong slowly came back to his senses.

He took the water cup handed to him by Xiao Yebai, took a sip, and then gathered his energy to speak, “It’s getting late, Yebai, you should go back and keep Weiyi company.”

Xiao Yebai, “Grandfather might be out for a long time, do you want to go back and rest too?”

“I’ll stay here.” Mo Yaoxiong was uneasy, “You go back first. Weiyi is pregnant, and with so much happening today, I’m worried she might overthink… Comfort her for me, tell her no matter what happens, she will always be my daughter, and her place in the Mo family will not change.”

“Okay.”

Looking at the outstandingly handsome young man before him, Mo Yaoxiong suddenly said, “It’s all my fault. Back then, I should have been ruthless and sent Xu Jing abroad, then none of this would have happened.”

The hallway quieted for a moment.

Then Xiao Yebai’s calm voice sounded, “Such things cannot be kept secret forever, you couldn’t have hidden it from her for her whole life.”

“But she’s pregnant now, I’m afraid she won’t be able to handle it, what if it affects the baby… ”

“She will come to understand.” Xiao Yebai’s tone remained unchanged, he continued, “It might be very painful now, but everyone has the right to know their own origins. Everything will pass.”

Hearing these words, Mo Yaoxiong’s gaze flickered slightly.

Then he asked, “Is that so?”

Xiao Yebai said, “Yes.”

Mo Yaoxiong, “…”

**

Xiao Yebai returned to the villa well past seven in the evening.

He looked upstairs, “Have you eaten dinner yet?”

“The princess said she has no appetite, refuses to eat anything.”

“Heat up the meals and then bring them up.”

“Okay.”

Xiao Yebai quickly went upstairs.

…

On the second floor, the master bedroom door was tightly shut.

Xiao Yebai went over and knocked on the door.

There was no response.

He turned the doorknob, and it opened directly.

The room was very quiet, pitch dark, with the curtains drawn tight. The light from the hallway filtered in, dimly revealing a silent bulge on the large bed.

Xiao Yebai reached out and flicked the switch on.

The bedroom was instantly flooded with light.

The woman on the bed immediately put her hands over her face.

Only when she adjusted to the glaring white light did Weiyi slowly lower her fingers and turn to look at the man standing by the door, “Is there something you need?”

Other than slightly red and swollen eyes, she appeared normal.

Xiao Yebai taking it all in, serenely began, “Aunt Zhou said you haven’t had dinner.”

Weiyi closed her eyes, “I’m not hungry.”

“You need to eat even if you’re not hungry.” Xiao Yebai insisted, then added, “Grandfather is stable for now, you don’t need to worry.”

“I’m not worried.” Weiyi’s tone was calm, “He doesn’t need my concern. After all, I’m not a child of the Mo family, he’s not my grandfather, whether he’s well or not—it doesn’t concern me.”

“Grandfather has always been this way. What he hates the most is being deceived and kept in the dark. Give him a few days, I believe he’ll come around.”

“Huh.” Weiyi chuckled, then turned around, presenting her back to him, “Could you leave for now, and close the door behind you.”

“I’ll go out after you’ve finished eating.”

No sooner had Yebai’s words fallen than Aunt Zhou’s voice came through, “Young Master Xiao, the meal is warmed up.”

“Bring it in.”

“Okay.”

Weiyi saw Aunt Zhou carry in the steaming dishes and place them on the coffee table.

“I really don’t want to eat.”

Aunt Zhou looked at Yebai, unsure of what to do.

“You can go now.”

“…Okay.”

After Aunt Zhou left and the door closed, Yebai asked her, “Why don’t you want to eat?”

“I said I have no appetite…”

“Is it a lack of appetite, or a lack of mood?”

Weiyi didn’t speak.

The man, tall and slender, walked over to the coffee table, picked up the dishes, then went to the bedside, “Do you want me to feed you, or will you eat on your own?”

His tone was as calm as usual, but Weiyi knew that this calm often also meant assertiveness.

Weiyi was silent for two seconds then opened her eyes and resignedly sat up in bed.

She leaned back against the headboard, her eyes red, staring straight at the handsome and clear-faced man, “Why aren’t you staying with Grandfather in the hospital?”

Yebai placed the food on the nightstand and tugged at the corner of his mouth, “Grandfather hasn’t awakened yet, and even when he does, he probably won’t want to see me.”

“What should we do then?” Weiyi tilted her head, “I’m no longer considered a daughter of the Mo Family now, and you can’t really be considered the Mo Family’s son-in-law either. At this time, you should be at the hospital showing your loyalty to the Mo Family, otherwise what if Grandfather doesn’t hold any sentiment towards you and directly kicks you out of Mo Group?”

On hearing this, Yebai raised his eyelids to look at her.

Then, he smirks slightly as if amused, “Don’t worry about that.”

Weiyi thought carefully and suddenly realized, “Right.”

Indeed, she needn’t worry too much.

How could she forget, he now owned more than fifty percent of the shares in Mo Group, so even if the old Mr. Mo wanted to do something, he likely wouldn’t be a match for him anymore.

Once all the pieces were connected, everything seemed traceable.

And Weiyi suddenly understood everything in an instant.

Yebai had been preparing for a rainy day all along.

He had known years ago that she wasn’t a daughter of the Mo Family, thus he had been working hard all these years while also secretly purchasing shares in Mo Group, eroding their control slowly until eventually, he had the upper hand.

This way, when the truth finally came out, with him controlling Mo Group, no matter how furious the old Mr. Mo got or whatever decisions he made, he would essentially be unaffected.

“I never used to believe what those people outside said, but it seems you were right,” Weiyi smiled faintly, “Congratulations, you are the real winner in the end.”

Yebai’s pupils suddenly contracted.

It was as if a pool of autumn water had been overturned in his eyes—dark and dense.

For a moment, it seemed as if countless emotions were wildly swirling and changing.

But in the end, his expression returned to its usual undisturbed calm, “Don’t think too much, eat your meal first.”

Weiyi: “…”

She initially didn’t want to eat.

But seeing Yebai already sitting on the edge of the big bed, the tray placed on the nightstand, and his hands picking up the chopsticks and spoon…

It looked like if she didn’t eat, he was really going to feed her.

“Fine.” Weiyi didn’t want to fuss over such a trivial matter, “Put it down, I’ll eat it myself.”

Yebai let go and stood up.

He slowly put his hands in the pockets of his suit pants, slightly squinting those attractive peach-blossom eyes from behind his glasses, looking down at her.

Weiyi took a spoonful of soup, “Can you leave first? I’m not used to being watched while I eat.”

“Okay,” Yebai agreed.

But very quickly…

“I’ll come back in 20 minutes, and if it’s not finished, I’ll feed you.”

“…” Weiyi’s fingers stiffened.

For a moment, she really wanted to smash the spoon on his face.

But she resisted.

“Fine.” Weiyi nodded, “I will finish it, so can you go out now?”

Yebai turned and left.

**

After returning downstairs, Yebai went straight to the study.

Checking the time, he picked up his phone and dialed a number, “Have you found it?”

“Damn you!” The sharp tone of Zhan Yao came through the phone, “Suddenly you ask me to search the archives of this orphanage from twenty years ago—it’s too hard, there’s no info about this orphanage online, and I can’t find their backers, how do you expect me to search?”

“If you can’t find it, then pay someone to do it.”

“Damn! You ask me to search, and when I can’t find anything, I have to pay someone to do your searching? Why don’t you reach the sky?” Zhan Yao asked, “Also, why are you suddenly searching for this? Are you an orphan? You weren’t born to your parents? Were you adopted from that orphanage? That’s not right…”

“It’s not about me.” Yebai interrupted him.

“Right, I didn’t think it was you, so who is it?” Zhan Yao was very curious.

“Just search through all the archive records two months before that time period,” Yebai said, adding after a pause, “If you can’t find the orphanage’s online backend, then go there in person.”

“You have to tell me who the adopted child is, right? And who adopted her? Otherwise, how can I investigate? Searching blindly? If I inadvertently alert someone, I wouldn’t even know, I’m too passive!”

“…” Xiao Yebai did not speak and was silent for a while.

Suddenly.

“Forget it, let’s not investigate it.”

“What?” Zhan Yao was confused, “Why aren’t we investigating anymore? Actually, if you explain it clearly, I can still look into it…”

With a “snap,” Xiao Yebai tossed the phone onto the table.

The call was hung up.

He took out a cigarette and a lighter from the cigarette box next to him and skillfully lit it.

Then, his slender fingers picked up the original adoption certificate from the table.

His eyes, hidden behind his glasses, suddenly seemed unfathomably deep.

Two seconds later, holding the cigarette, he slowly leaned towards that piece of paper…

**

Four in the morning.

The sky of June was already brightening significantly.

Mo Yaoxiong was awakened by a nurse.

“Mr. Mo, the old master has awakened, would you like to come in and see him?”

Mo Yaoxiong quickly got up, donned a sterile suit, and entered the intensive care unit next door.

On the high hospital bed, Old Master Mo lay with his eyes closed. He was wearing an oxygen mask, and various complex medical devices next to the bed were emitting “beeping” noises.

“Dad.”

Hearing the voice, Old Master Mo opened his eyelids.

His eyes, cloudy and dim, strained to speak, “I really raised a good son…”

He had barely spoken before he started gasping for air.

He breathed deeply, the oxygen mask making a “whooshing” noise, creating an unsettling feeling.

Mo Yaoxiong hurriedly advised, “Dad, don’t get agitated, the doctor said that you…”

“Said I’m going to die, didn’t he?” Old Master Mo interrupted him.

“…”

Mo Yaoxiong dared not speak anymore.

Until Old Master Mo’s weak and slow voice sounded again, “I’ve lived a lifetime… never expected that in the end, I would be… set up by… my own son… Good, it’s really good… I’ve been deceived by you for twenty whole years…”

“Dad, I’m sorry,” Mo Yaoxiong was overwhelmed with regret.

Watching the old man’s angry and agitated expression, he tried to explain, “Initially, I was just worried about Xu Xian’s health. I was afraid that telling her the child had died would be too much for her to handle. I thought of waiting until her health improved to tell her the truth, but as Weiyi grew older and you grew more affectionate towards her, every time I wanted to tell you, I couldn’t bring myself to say it…”

“You’ve always been like this…” Old Master Mo said while gasping heavily, “Ever since you were young… you’ve been indecisive, always cautious… you didn’t inherit any of my vigor. Why did I have… such a cowardly and useless son!”

Mo Yaoxiong bowed his head; in such a situation, even if scolded, he didn’t dare talk back.

“I’ve been scheming all my life, never thought that in the end… I would be deceived by my own son…” Old Master Mo became more and more agitated, “I even gave all the company shares to her and her child… If I had known, I… I would have…”

“Dad.” Mo Yaoxiong couldn’t help interrupting, “Though Weiyi isn’t my biological daughter, I’ve really treated her as my own for so many years. I’m already over forty, and I’m unlikely to marry and have children again, so she is the only child of the Mo Family. And Yebai, I’ve always treated him as my own son too, so don’t worry about the company matters, just focus on recovering…”

“Heh…” Old Master Mo let out a heavy cold laugh, “Get out.”

“Dad…”

“Call… call Shi Kang over.”

Mo Yaoxiong still wanted to persuade, “Uncle Shi just rested after a whole night’s vigil…”

“Call Shi Kang in!” Old Master Mo’s hand slammed down on the bed forcefully.

With a “bang,” the sound made Mo Yaoxiong’s scalp tingle, and he panicked.

Not daring to agitate his father further, he could only get up to call someone.

…

After Uncle Shi entered the intensive care unit, Mo Yaoxiong didn’t dare to leave and just waited outside.

The hospital was very quiet in the early morning.

He sat on a chair in the hallway, head bowed, his hands repeatedly clenching and unclenching…

Until the door of the ward opened.

Mo Yaoxiong stood up, “Uncle Shi, did Dad call you in to talk about changing the will?”

Uncle Shi closed the door and looked at him with a troubled expression.

Mo Yaoxiong’s suspicion was confirmed, “What did he say?”

“Yaoxiong, I must keep matters concerning the will confidential.”

“Not even to me?”

“No.” Uncle Shi finished speaking, “Yaoxiong, you know the old master’s character. Once he’s made up his mind, no one can persuade him.”

Mo Yaoxiong: “…”

He certainly knew.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have kept so many things from him for so many years, only…

“You also heard what the doctor said just now, the old master doesn’t have much time left, so don’t be hard on him.” Uncle Shi hinted, “You’ve been here all night, you should go back and rest too.”

After saying this, Uncle Shi left.

Mo Yaoxiong stood in the empty hallway, frowning deeply.

His eyes fixed on the tightly closed door, his expression alternating between conflict and hesitation, his emotions complex and ever-changing, though it was unclear what he was ultimately thinking.