After Ruan Mi explained the whole story in a very calm tone, Bo Yuan exploded.
[Wait for me, I’m coming to the hospital to pick you up right now.]
Soon she was picked up and brought to Bo Yuan’s place, and had just settled onto the sofa.
Bo Yuan pulled her head into her arms and pressed it against her chest.
“Cry. Here, you can cry as much as you want.”
Ruan Mi’s body stiffened for a moment, the bitterness suppressed deep in her heart slowly rising to her throat.
Her eyes finally couldn’t bear the weight of her tears and they fell.
All her carefully constructed strength crumbled completely in front of Bo Yuan.
She hugged Bo Yuan, hugging her tightly.
Ever since she married Mu Xiubai, the time she and Bo Yuan could spend together had shrunk.
She had thrown herself entirely into figuring out how to please Mu Xiubai. Bo Yuan had said that Mu Xiubai was unreliable, that there was no love in his eyes for her—not even a hint of liking.
She knew Bo Yuan was right about everything, but when you’re trapped in darkness with no one to turn to, and suddenly a sliver of light shines in.
In that moment, the darkness was completely dispelled, and she was saved.
And Mu Xiubai was that sliver of light.
She didn’t want to believe that light was only fleeting, so she chased it with everything she had.
In the end, the light was completely swallowed by the darkness. She lost—lost completely.
Bo Yuan gently patted Ruan Mi’s back, crying along with her.
Feeling the person in her arms cry until her shoulders trembled, the silent sobs were heartbreaking to hear.
Perhaps she had cried herself tired, or perhaps her body was simply too weak—Ruan Mi fell asleep in Bo Yuan’s arms.
The next morning.
Bo Yuan, afraid Ruan Mi might change her mind, planned to retrieve Ruan Mi’s belongings as quickly as possible.
And say goodbye to that scumbag Mu Xiubai.
But a phone call threw all the plans into disarray.
“It’s fine, I can handle it myself. This movie is really important to you—you can’t miss it.”
Bo Yuan was a top-tier actress in the country, and the film she was currently working on had the potential to earn her the title of Best Actress.
“Alright then, remember to call me if anything comes up. Oh, and this is the lawyer I found for you—she can help you.”
Bo Yuan shared the WeChat contact card.
After Ruan Mi added her, Bo Yuan was reluctantly dragged away by her manager.
Once the friend request was approved, Ruan Mi scheduled a time with the lawyer, tidied herself up briefly, and headed out.
After finalizing the divorce matters, she still needed to go back and pack her things.
It was already five in the afternoon when she returned to the villa. The moment she pushed open the front door, she saw Zhou Mei with one hand resting on her flat stomach, directing the servants to move things around.
The posture was every bit the lady of the house.
Seeing the home she had painstakingly built turned into something unrecognizable, Ruan Mi’s heart still ached for a moment.
Sister Zhang saw Ruan Mi return and hurried over to explain, “Madam, this was the master’s order. There was nothing we could do.”
“It’s fine. I’m just here to get my things.”
Ruan Mi only gave it a brief glance. It didn’t matter anymore—she was leaving anyway. Let Zhou Mei do whatever she wanted.
But just as her foot touched the first step of the stairs, Zhou Mei’s sarcastic voice rang out.
“Ruan Mi, long time no see. Not going to say hello?”
Ruan Mi didn’t want to get tangled up with her. A pregnant woman emboldened by her pregnancy, acting like she was untouchable.
She was getting a divorce and didn’t want any unnecessary trouble. Ignoring Zhou Mei’s provocation, she walked straight to the master bedroom and started packing her things.
Opening the wardrobe door, everything was white.
It was Zhou Mei’s favorite color. Back then, to cater to Mu Xiubai, her wardrobe had been almost entirely that color.
But she didn’t like it. She liked bold, vibrant colors.
She rifled through to the last few colored pieces and packed them all into a box.
Opening the bottom drawer, she unwrapped the gift box—and found it completely empty.
Where was her jade bracelet?
She searched inside and out several more times. Nothing.
“Looking for something?”
Ruan Mi turned around to see Zhou Mei leaning against the doorway, smiling smugly.
She raised her fair, delicate wrist and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.
The jade bracelet was hanging conspicuously on Zhou Mei’s wrist.
Ruan Mi’s face darkened. She strode over and grabbed Zhou Mei’s wrist.
“Who told you to wear this? Take it off.” Her voice was low and cold as ice.
That was the keepsake her mother had left her. How dare Zhou Mei.
Ignoring Zhou Mei’s struggles, she yanked the bracelet off her wrist.
“Ah… Ruan Mi, are you crazy? My hand!”
Thin lines of blood seeped from the fair wrist.
“Who gave you permission to touch my things? Taking something without asking is stealing. Do you want me to call the police and have you arrested?”
Ruan Mi swept a cold glare over her.
“What do you mean yours? Xiubai gave it to me. Xiubai said everything in this villa is mine.”
With that, she lunged to snatch the bracelet from Ruan Mi’s hand. She had taken a liking to it the moment she saw it.
Ruan Mi swung her hand and slapped her across the face. She had long been fed up with Zhou Mei’s malicious provocations.
“Yours?”
Ruan Mi let out a cold snort. “Do you know how much this bracelet is worth? Even if you sold yourself, you couldn’t afford it.
Besides, what right does Mu Xiubai have to give you my things? Who do you think you are?”
“You dare hit me?”
“You’re exactly who I’m hitting.”
Just as the two were locked in their confrontation, Mu Xiubai’s voice came from downstairs.