The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy

It took Ye Yuwei a while to catch up to Nalan Jing.

“Uncle,” Ye Yuwei panted, letting go of Nalan Jing’s arm. “Did you not trust Gu Juexi to solve this? Why did you have to do it this way? Did you think that you were the only one who cares for Aunt and that none of us would take this seriously and solve it?”

“Gu Juexi would have killed her with one shot, but I wanted her to live and suffer. I promised your aunt not to agonize anyone with my own hands.”

“So you decided to use Gu Juexi?” asked Ye Yuwei angrily, “how is that different from doing it yourself?”

“Are you worried about Gu Juexi? Yes, I have used him, but I have also helped him at the same time. Something like this would happen again if Gu Juexi didn’t solve it once and for all today.”

“Uncle, you—”

“The world from your and Gu Juexi’s eyes could be very different, Wei Wei. I believe that Gu Juexi appreciates this opportunity,” Nalan Jing looked towards Gu Mansion and said, “you are getting married, and I am sure that your aunt would hope that you live a quiet and peaceful life.”

Ye Yuwei stood where she was and watched as Nalan Jing left.

[I am sure that your aunt would hope that you live a quiet and peaceful life.]

Ye Yuwei couldn’t tell what kind of person Nalan Jing was, and perhaps no one truly could. Nalan Jing was both good and evil. He would get what he wanted using underhanded methods, but at the same time, he only did it for Ye Di.

“Sometimes I feel like he is not my father, but he cannot ignore the fact that I am his son,” Nalan Chunbo said as he watched Nalan Jing’s receding figure, coming to stand beside Ye Yuwei.

Ye Yuwei reached out to carry Xixi when Xixi stuck reached out for her.

“He was fine with using Gu Juexi, and blaming him for that would make us look bad,” said Ye Yuwei as she checked her daughter’s neck and blew on the wound that had scabbed over.

“Gu Juexi should be able to manage since he said so,” Nalan Chunbo said as he reached out to stroke Ye Yuwei’s hair, then looked at Ai Mijia, who had passed out on the floor. “Just make sure that there aren’t any more problems after the wedding, or Gu Juexi might not be the right one for our family.”

“Don’t talk bad about Daddy, Uncle,” Xixi stuck out her little arm and shouted, then started whining when her wound throbbed.

“You little ingrate, did you forget that Uncle took care of you for six years?”

Xixi felt even unhappier after what Nalan Chunbo said.

“Stop teasing her, her neck must be hurting so much now.” Ye Yuwei slapped Nalan Chunbo’s hand away and looked at the door worriedly.

It was three hours later when Gu Juexi finally came out of the house. Ye Xicheng ran over to the door the moment it opened and grabbed Gu Juexi’s leg.

Gu Juexi endured the pain in his shoulder and leaned against the door exhaustedly. He reached down to cover Ye Xicheng’s eyes when he tried to peek inside the house. “It’s rare for you to come to me, you little punk. Let’s see, what do you call me?”

“Daddy…”

Gu Juexi smiled and stroked Ye Xicheng’s hair, turning his head away from the door when the little boy tried to peek past it again.

“Close the door, Mo Fei,” said Gu Juexi through clenched teeth.

Mo Fei looked inside the house curiously then back at Gu Juexi.

“Your father is really something else,” Mo Fei told Ye Xicheng.