Mu Xiubai sat leaning against the hospital bed, his face pale, a bluish stubble growing on his chin overnight.
His expensive white shirt was no longer smooth, but full of wrinkles.
His dark eyes looked at Ruan Mi with a slightly complicated expression.
It wasn’t until he was admitted to the hospital last night that he realized how ruthless those people had been.
The internal injuries were far more severe than the external ones.
They even said the two of them had nothing to do with each other; that Assistant Gu was clearly settling a personal score.
But Bo Ye was behind them, and he couldn’t touch them for the time being.
Especially this morning’s entertainment headlines, which had seriously damaged his reputation and Mu’s stock.
Only by persuading Ruan Mi could he possibly salvage the situation.
“I’ve listened to your mother nagging for ages. My mind won’t change. Since you asked me to come here to talk about divorce, let’s talk about it as soon as possible.”
Ruan Mi just wanted to end this ridiculous marriage as quickly as possible.
“Could you get me a glass of water? My mouth is dry and I can’t speak.”
Mu Xiubai didn’t answer directly, his voice slightly hoarse.
Ruan Mi looked up, frowned, and stood up helplessly.
Forget it, she didn’t need to argue with trash.
Mu Xiubai took the glass and drank it all in one gulp, then spoke after a moment.
“Ruan Mi, I know you’re only after hiring male models and even Assistant Gu to spite me. You’re angry that I had Zhou Mei and a child during our marriage, and that you’re losing face.
I didn’t consider your feelings, and I apologize for that.
But don’t worry, I’ll take care of Zhou Mei. If you don’t like the child, I’ll have Zhou Mei raise her abroad.
As for the child, if you like it, we can have our own. The Mu family will only have our children inherit it in the future.”
Having said all that, Mu Xiubai was confident that he had made his stance clear and given Ruan Mi a promise, and she would definitely change her mind.
With Ruan Mi as his connection, both the Ruan family and the Bo family would be his support.
Even photos taken by reporters were dealt with as long as Ruan Mi showed up.
His eyes fell again on the elegant, stunningly beautiful woman on the sofa.
Ruan Mi was very fair-skinned, her skin glowing and radiant; at 26, she looked like a college student just coming of age.
Especially her eyes—their smile was pure and captivating, yet her features combined to be alluring and alluring.
Such a beauty, if not for… it would be hard for him not to be moved.
Ruan Mi was shocked by Mu Xiubai’s words; she even doubted her hearing.
But she understood the meaning in Mu Xiubai’s eyes and couldn’t help but scoff inwardly.
“Why do you think I’d go back to picking up a piece of trash? As for the child, I’ll naturally have it, but the father will definitely not be you.
And the Mu family, whoever wants to inherit can inherit it; I don’t care about my child.”
Because the Mu family will change its name sooner or later.
As she spoke, she pulled a stack of documents from her bag and slapped them against Mu Xiubai’s chest.
“This is the contract. You said that as long as I salvage these, you’ll agree to the divorce.”
Ruan Mi held out her hand.
“Give me back the jade pendant.”
Mu Xiubai was somewhat incredulous.
The contract was finalized?
How did Ruan Mi manage to do that?
He looked through them one by one; they were genuine.
He had no choice but to believe her.
His fingers, held at his sides, slowly clenched, his eyes lowered, filled with coldness.
It couldn’t possibly have been Ruan Mi who did this; someone must have helped her.
The only person who could make these old foxes willingly suffer losses was the Bo Group.
Did he really have to divorce Ruan Mi?
Just as Mu Xiubai fell silent, the door to the ward suddenly opened.
Zhou Mei carried a thermos, followed by a woman with short, shoulder-length hair, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a business suit.
“Attorney Zhang, what brings you here?”
Ruan Mi got up to greet her.
Zhang Nan pushed up her glasses and said with a smile, “I’m here to work! You just watch.”
Then she turned around with a professional smile and said businesslike,
“Hello Mr. Mu, I am Zhang Nan, the lawyer representing Ms. Ruan Mi in her divorce case.
This is the divorce agreement drafted according to Ms. Ruan Mi’s wishes. Please sign it if you have no objections.”
The divorce agreement was handed to Mu Xiubai.
Mu Xiubai looked at it coldly without taking it.
Zhang Nan was not in a hurry either.
“Mr. Mu, I have another document here that I need you to review. I think you will be interested.”
Zhou Mei put down the thermos, took it, opened it, and quickly closed it with a snap.
Her face changed drastically, and her hands began to tremble uncontrollably.
“Xiubai…”
Zhou Mei’s voice trembled violently.
Mu Xiubai then turned his gaze away and took the document from Zhou Mei’s hands.
A pile of photos, all of them intimate bed photos of him and Zhou Mei.
Mu Xiubai glanced at them coldly, his voice freezing cold.
“You investigated me? Who exactly are you?”
To be able to obtain these things, Zhang Nan was definitely not a simple lawyer.
Ruan Mi sat to the side, utterly curious.
What could possibly make Zhou Mei and Mu Xiubai’s expressions turn like that?
She really wanted to see it too.
Zhang Nan’s smile remained unchanged.
“Mr. Mu, my name is Zhang Nan, Ms. Ruan’s lawyer.”
He then glanced at the pile of photos and continued,
“This is only a part of it. There are some other things related to your company’s development, so we won’t be showing them for now.”
“Your company’s rise to become a leading enterprise in Haishi is largely due to your efforts; don’t let small gains lead to big losses.”
The threat was obvious; Zhang Nan still possessed shady dealings within the Mu Group.
Mu Xiubai narrowed his eyes slightly: “Attorney Zhang, ability is good, but the more capable you are, the more you should cherish your life.”
No one in Haishi dared to openly threaten him with the same threat, let alone a mere lawyer.
Ruan Mi suddenly stood up, pulling Zhang Nan behind her protectively. “Mu Xiubai, if you dare touch her, you can try the consequences.”
If it could be resolved peacefully, she didn’t want a lose-lose situation.
Zhang Nan tugged at her arm, and Ruan Mi turned around, meeting Zhang Nan’s smiling eyes. Zhang Nan
took a step forward, slightly ahead of Ruan Mi, still with a calm smile, and handed her a pen.
“Mr. Mu, sign it!”
Zhang Nan remained unmoved, and Ruan Mi was determined to divorce him; Mu Xiubai was caught in a dilemma.
“Is this what you wanted? Are you sure you want me to sign, Ruan Mi? Don’t regret it.”
Mu Xiubai stared at Ruan Mi, his teeth clenched.
The atmosphere froze for a moment.
Zhou Mei’s eyes flickered; this was a good opportunity to make Xiubai make up his mind.
She tugged at Mu Xiubai’s sleeve and whispered in his ear.
Mu Xiubai’s expression softened slightly. He snatched the pen from Zhang Nan’s hand and turned to the last page of the divorce agreement.
Several pairs of eyes were fixed on Mu Xiubai’s hand. Zhou Mei’s body trembled slightly with nervousness, but her eyes held a smile of impending fulfillment.
Ruan Mi also trembled, her hands clenched.
Her eyes also held a smile, a smile of liberation from suffering.
Swish, swish, swish.
The three characters “Mu Xiubai” appeared on the husband’s name, the last stroke forcefully piercing the paper.
He threw the pen and the divorce agreement at the foot of the bed.
“You wanted a divorce, didn’t you? As you wish.”