If he hadn’t betrayed their marriage 5 years ago, they would still be happily married, a blissful family of three. She wouldn’t pass away at the tender age of 27 years of age.
He was the cause of her tragedy.
Mo Yixuan felt his heart ache each time he remembered what he had done to her. He could never forgive himself for what he had done.
He didn’t know whether he could ever forgive himself.
Yang Mingyu sighed.
He didn’t know how to comfort his friend, so he picked up the documents on the desk and walked out of his friend’s office.
Yixuan was no longer in the mood to chair the meeting, so he would have to be the chair.
He hoped that his friend would be able to come to terms with his past one day.
He also hoped that his friend could find someone new. After all, Mo Yixuan had been divorced for five years and He Xiyan had already been pronounced dead for more than 2 years. He still had many years ahead of him, so there was no need to constantly dwell in the past.
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At the Mo mansion.
A luxurious sedan drove into the mansion at 5 PM and two children tumbled out of the car.
Yuan Yuan and Mo Ye were already more than 4 years old and they had grown to be beautiful children. This was especially so for Yuan Yuan who looked like an exact copy of his father, Mo Yixuan. His features were extremely well developed and were so exquisite that they looked like they were carved from jade. Mo Ye looked better than he did as a baby. He wasn’t an extremely beautiful baby but he wouldn’t be considered ugly. His skin wasn’t as good as Yuan Yuan’s and was a little dark.
They had just returned home from their pre-school and they still carried a tiny backpack each.
“Grandma…” they cried out in unison when they saw the middle-aged woman at the door.
However, Li Qin merely looked at them blankly. Her mouth twitched as she tried to speak but she could only make gurgling noises.
“Madam, your grandchildren are home,” the nurse behind Li Qin whispered.
Li Qin knew but ever since she had come down with a stroke, she could no longer say their names nor communicate with them.
Her heart disease had relapsed last year and this led to cerebral infarction and a serious stroke. She had already lost all autonomy over her body and could no longer speak.
She was like a woman who had all the life sucked out of her and could only wait for death.
After Yuan Yuan finished his dinner, he went to his own room. His room used to be his father’s study and was connected to his father’s large bedroom. His father had turned his study into a small room so that it would be easier for look after him. Yuan Yuan unzipped his small backpack and took out a children’s book. When he sat on a small swing chair and swung his legs back and forth as he read his picture book of parables.
At the same age, he was slightly more mature than Mo Ye and was evidently more clever than Mo Ye. He had been taught by a private tutor since he was a child, so he could already recognize several hundred words. He was even able to read several simplified children’s books.
He had lost interest in his childhood toys and had given them all away to Mo Ye.
“Knock knock knock…” someone knocked on his door.
Yuan Yuan looked up to see his father standing at the door.
“Father…” he said sweetly before his attention returned to his book.
Mo Yixuan didn’t disturb Yuan Yuan as he read but merely stood in the doorway and stared at his child with Yan Yan. Yuan Yuan was already four and a half years old.
Their child was very clever. He was only slightly over four years old but his IQ was that of a six-year-old child. Yuan Yuan was also very well-behaved and hardly kicked up a fuss this year.
His child’s favorite hobby was to ask him strange questions.