He really couldn’t deceive himself, telling himself that there was nothing between them.
His cousin had cuckolded him.
The child he adored wasn’t even his.
That cousin, whom he thought useless and inferior to him in every way, had so easily...
Mu Yi looked at the financial transactions in the documents, realizing it wasn’t just that he had provided for them; he had been supporting Mu Fang as well.
It was too much, really too much.
And he had been such a fool.
"See Mu Yi, you actually have nothing. I’m very glad I divorced you. I will live well in the future, with no connection to you whatsoever.
The many years we spent together, your deceit... it’s really something,"
She almost wanted to praise him for how well he had concealed everything.
"Xinxin, if I say I was wrong now, is it too late?"
The documents slipped from his hands, and Mu Yi’s eyes were filled with regret, bloodshot and pitiful.
Muttering, he looked at her...
"It’s too late. The moment you drugged me, it was already too late. Mu Yi, where on earth did you get those drugs, and where did that money come from?"
Bai Xin softened her tone, remembering she actually wanted to help.
"You’ve already made a mistake, maybe you think it doesn’t matter because you’re already too deep in, but what about your mother and your sister? Do you want them to live in fear too?
With so much money involved, the people behind this will certainly not let it go. Now that they know the money’s gone, won’t they become desperate and possibly go after your sister and mother?"
Mu Yi turned pale, deathly pale.
Bai Xin spoke these words just as Bai Zhi outside felt a tremor; something wasn’t right.
How could the people behind Mu Yi trust him with so much money?
It seemed the woman and the child were there for the money, but what if they weren’t?
What if their purpose from the start was to monitor him?
"Grandpa, I need to go to Mu Yi’s house. I think there’s an issue with that woman and Mu Yi’s cousin."
Bai Zhi didn’t hesitate, hopping into the car with Bai Dan to head over.
Today was a sunny day, and Mu Yu was now capable of making decent meals.
Green pepper and pork, tomato and scrambled eggs, fried potatoes, sour fish with pickled cabbage, winter melon soup...
The spread looked pretty convincing, and they had guests today.
So her mother asked her to come over and cook. The guest looked like a peasant, wearing wrinkled clothes and looking quite old.
There were two others with him, currently enjoying sweet soup in the main room.
Old Mrs. Mu felt especially heartbroken today over the sugar water and poached eggs.
Now for lunch, they had dishes with meat and fish, too.
It was almost like the New Year’s feast, but for her daughter’s future, she was willing to spend the extra money.
Her daughter was already in her twenties, and if she didn’t marry soon, she might never get the chance.
Although she could support her daughter for a lifetime, what would happen when she died? Besides, her daughter deserved her own happiness.
All this hardship was for her daughter’s future; not to mention, her daughter had lost weight and indeed looked prettier now.
"Mom, the food’s ready."
Mu Yu entered, speaking to them.
Huifang pointed at Mu Yu and immediately burst into laughter.
"This is my sister, and she’s particularly good-looking. She’s skilled both in and out of the house."
The man immediately ogled Mu Yu greedily. As an old bachelor, it was the first time he’d encountered such a fine young woman, and he was very satisfied, contentedly touching the five hundred yuan he’d saved for several years in his pocket, determined to take his bride home today.