"Why won’t you accept my pursuit, why are you afraid to start a new romance? After all he’s done to you, you still love him!"
"Enough!" An Ruo interrupted him coldly, "Whether I accept you or start a new romance, these are my own affairs. No one dictates that I must date."
Angry, she shook off his hand and turned away, striding off.
Mo Hua didn’t follow her. His eyes, dark and gloomy, were fixed on her retreating figure; his hands clenched tightly, the wounds in his palms soon split open, and fresh blood stained the white bandages...
An Ruo admitted that Mo Hua’s words had hit a nerve. When she got home, she cooled down quite a bit, feeling slightly regretful for losing her temper with him.
But he really had gone too far today. He shouldn’t have said those things to hurt her.
Fine, she admitted she was pathetic, despicable even.
Tang Yuchen had treated her that way, yet she still couldn’t forget him. She even despised herself for it...
However, Mo Hua’s words made her start to reconsider her decision against remarrying.
Perhaps she really should start a new relationship. Maybe that would help her slowly forget Tang Yuchen, otherwise she might never get over him.
Over the next few days, An Ruo didn’t go to Mo Hua’s to cook, nor did she contact him. He also didn’t reach out to her.
She thought he must be angry, and anger was good— if it made him give up on her, all the better.
During those days, she went to TLA company every day to find Tang Yuchen, still not giving up on asking him where Kangkang was.
Kangkang was only four years old. He wasn’t like Xiao Ji when he left; he had been twelve and could pretty much look after himself.
He was so young, she couldn’t rest easy knowing he was out there on his own.
But every time she went to TLA, Tang Yuchen was not there. It was as if he was intentionally avoiding her, always absent.
However, she always found a way to locate him.
An Ruo secretly hired a private investigator to track Tang Yuchen’s whereabouts, and the detective did not let her down, quickly providing her with information.
Tang Yuchen was at Ming Dian.
She knew the place, and she knew that he only ever went to one private room.
That evening, she arrived at Ming Dian and went straight to the private room where Tang Yuchen was. Two bodyguards stood at the entrance of the room. Unafraid, she walked up and said indifferently, "I’m looking for Tang Yuchen."
"Who are you?" one of the bodyguards frowned and asked her.
"I’m his ex-wife, An Ruo."
Ignoring their astonished expressions, An Ruo pushed the door and entered. Perhaps her words had stunned them; they paused, and by the time they thought to stop her, she had already pushed the door open.
As the door opened, the first thing she saw was Tang Yuchen leaning in close to Lan Keren’s ear, his movements intimate as he spoke to her.
Lan Keren smiled elegantly, her beautiful smile piercing An Ruo’s eyes in an instant.
But the next second, everyone in the room noticed her presence.
Tang Yuchen looked at her, a flash of surprise quickly darting across his eyes. He stood up quickly and asked her, "What are you doing here?"
"I have something to discuss with you," An Ruo said coldly.
The man knew what she wanted to talk about. He pondered for a moment, then said to the others, "Carry on."
Then he strode over to her, took her hand, and led her out. An Ruo did not resist; she followed him to a corner outside. There, she shook off his hand and looked at him coldly.