25 – Competing with the Manly Bitch for the Fish Pond
Mo Yihan dialed Yu Ai’s number, but all the aggressive questions he wanted to ask got stuck in his throat.
Why did she give his number to Zhou Hui? Did she know Zhou Hui had used her identity to flirt with him?
Forget it. Hanging up the phone, Mo Yihan slammed his fist on the steering wheel.
That foolish woman probably knew nothing at all!
This time, he had been careless and stumbled. He didn’t want anyone to know about this, but he would definitely not let Zhou Hui off easily.
Mo Yihan took several showers at home, thinking about how he had almost blindly kissed Zhou Hui’s plain face and even pinned that ugly woman beneath him. He washed himself once more.
When he investigated Ying Yi’s background, he had also looked into Zhou Hui. Under the guise of friendship, she had ambiguous relationships with many men and accepted gifts from those foolish men.
Who knew if Zhou Hui had any unclean diseases!
After thoroughly washing himself, Mo Yihan still felt suffocated inside.
When Yu Ai received Mo Yihan’s message again, it was already eleven at night. She ignored it.
Mo Yihan lit a cigarette, staring at the floor where Yu Ai lived. Only one room in her apartment had its lights on.
After smoking several cigarettes, Yu Ai still hadn’t come down.
Mo Yihan directly made a call, speaking only a few words.
Then, about the time it took to smoke another cigarette, he saw Yu Ai’s petite figure hurriedly running down from the building.
As soon as Yu Ai left the residential complex, she saw the black Rolls-Royce parked at the entrance with its headlights on.
She quickly opened the car door and got in. “Are you crazy? How could you call my husband—”
Before she could finish, the man pulled her over, pinning her against the seat and kissing her passionately. His movements were fervent, and Yu Ai felt her lips go numb from the prolonged kiss.
“Mmm…” No matter how hard Yu Ai pushed, she couldn’t free herself from the man’s weight.
When the kiss ended, Yu Ai gasped for breath.
Mo Yihan glanced from inside the car at the man standing on the balcony, looking down, then stepped on the accelerator, speeding away.
Ying Yi watched from the balcony as Yu Ai left the house and got into the car parked at the entrance of the complex.
The car stayed for about two minutes before driving off. He couldn’t see what was happening inside, but something felt very wrong.
Had Yu Ai’s work really been this busy lately? So busy that her boss personally called to pick her up?
Ying Yi thought about the commanding tone of the man on the phone earlier, which left him feeling uneasy.
…
After catching her breath, Yu Ai angrily asked, “Why did you call my husband?”
Mo Yihan raised an eyebrow, his expression cold. “As a subordinate, you didn’t reply to your superior’s message. You have no sense of duty.”
“Which labor law states that employees must be on call after work hours?” Yu Ai retorted, displeased.
Mo Yihan sneered. “Unhappy? My contract clearly states that for these three months, you cannot share a bed with your husband. Why haven’t you followed the rules?”
“I haven’t…” Yu Ai whispered in defense. “He hasn’t touched me.”
Mo Yihan said coldly, “Even lying in the same bed is not allowed!”
“But it was also agreed that my husband shouldn’t find out,” Yu Ai turned her head and glared at him. “What does calling my husband count as?”
She couldn’t always be the one at a disadvantage, could she?
“Don’t worry, with your husband’s intelligence, he won’t figure it out yet.”
Seeing Mo Yihan’s arrogant expression, Yu Ai was left speechless. Calling a professor from University A unintelligent?
Where did he get such confidence?She thought Mo Yihan was truly problematic. If it weren’t for his good family background and passable looks, she wouldn’t even want to sleep with him.
Mo Yihan drove at breakneck speed, pushing right against the road’s speed limit, racing to the house where he usually met Yu Ai in secret.
He dragged Yu Ai inside and directly pushed her onto the bed.
Yu Ai still wanted to resist, but overwhelming kisses came one after another. This time they were extremely intense, as if Mo Yihan had endless energy.
He vented all the anger from being deceived by Zhou Hui onto Yu Ai.
Watching Yu Ai’s reddened eyes and quiet sobs—both women showing weakness—why did that ugly woman disgust him, while the delicate woman beneath him made his heart ache, yet also made him want to ruthlessly break her?
Afterward, Mo Yihan lit a cigarette, his gaze lingering on the tender skin of the sleeping woman.
The scattered red marks on her fair skin seemed to complain that he had been too rough.
Mo Yihan took a drag from his cigarette, shook his head, and chuckled softly, “What a foolish woman.”
She didn’t even know she had been deceived. Since you’re so foolish and weak, I’ll seek justice for you.
After Zhou Hui returned home, the next day she received a lawsuit letter from Mo Yihan’s lawyer.
Soon after, she received a notice of expulsion from her school.
Zhou Hui panicked immediately and sent an apology message to Mo Yihan, only to find she had been blocked.
Right after, the lawyer called, asking whether she wanted to settle publicly or privately.
A private settlement required compensation at full value, but how could she afford that? She never expected Mo Yihan to be so ruthless. As a major CEO, wasn’t he above caring about such a small amount of money?
…
“Aren’t you going home to be with your husband? Why come find me?” Han Haoyu had just finished practicing driving when Li Ge told him Yu Ai had come again.
“Xiao Yu.” Yu Ai immediately stood up from the stool. “I…”
“Say what you need to say quickly. I have a date to get to.” Han Haoyu’s tone was full of impatience, as if looking at her for even a second was a waste of time.
“A date? With Zhou Hui?”
“What’s it to you?” Han Haoyu frowned. “You and your husband dated for six years—did I ever ask where you went on dates?”
“No… I…” Yu Ai gently bit her red lips. “Can you not go on a date with Zhou Hui?”
Han Haoyu let out a scornful laugh, as if he’d heard a joke. “You’re going to control who I date? Are you my mother?”
“That’s not what I meant.” Yu Ai was growing anxious but still hesitated to speak.
“Your meaning doesn’t matter. I wouldn’t listen anyway.” Han Haoyu turned to leave. “Don’t come looking for me in the future. A married woman should keep her distance.”
Zhou Hui was right—married women only care about their husbands. Last time during the basketball game, this woman didn’t even glance at him.
That day at his place, she seemed like an abandoned, homeless kitten. Now that Ying Yi was being slightly nicer to her, she acted like nothing had happened.
Seeing Han Haoyu already stepping out the door, Yu Ai urgently said, “Anyone but Zhou Hui!”
Han Haoyu paused, turned around, and sneered, “Are you trying to ruin her reputation just because she’s close to your husband?”
Yu Ai shook her head. “No… she’s not a good person.”
“Hah?” Han Haoyu’s laugh grew even more mocking. “And talking behind someone’s back makes you a good person? At least Zhou Hui has never said anything bad about you in front of me. If your husband likes spending time with someone, you should deal with your husband—don’t take it out on others.”Yu Ai’s face turned deathly pale. “You don’t believe me? I’m just afraid you’ll be deceived…”
“Yu Ai!” Han Haoyu’s tone shifted abruptly. “If you’re targeting her because your husband has been getting close to Xiao Hui, you should ask yourself why your husband would act this way?”
A sharp pain pierced Yu Ai’s heart. Was he saying that all the problems were her fault?
Her body trembling, tears streamed down Yu Ai’s face again. “Xiao Yu, is this how you see me?”
Seeing the wounded look in the woman’s eyes, Han Haoyu felt a tightness in his chest, but then he remembered Zhou Hui’s words: women who cry the most are the best at deception.
Ying Yi had been close to Zhou Hui even before marriage. She knew this clearly yet still married such a man—wasn’t it all her own doing?
Han Haoyu turned to leave.
“Han Haoyu!” Yu Ai called out urgently. “Does our bond since childhood not count for enough to make you believe me just once?”
Han Haoyu’s body paused for a moment, but he still didn’t turn back.
Their bond since childhood? Had Yu Ai ever truly considered him a friend?
During the most difficult time of his life, what had Yu Ai been doing? Being all lovey-dovey with Ying Yi?