The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy Chapter 1618 - Birthmark

Chapter 1618: Birthmark

The room lapsed into the kind of silence that could trigger a sense of uneasiness in everyone present.
Eventually, Qian Yikun broke the silence. “Yuwei, please clean her up. We’ll go out first.”
He was a man, and it was inconvenient for him to hire a helper under such circumstances. Ye Yuwei happened to be here, so he opened his mouth to ask.
Gu Juexi’s face turned stone cold and his voice became a few degrees colder. “Does my wife look like a servant to you?”
“You go out.” Ye Yuwei stood up and pushed Gu Juexi out of the room. Sometimes, this man really deserved a beating.
After the door closed behind Gu Juexi who got pushed out, Gu Juexi looked straight at Qian Yikun. Qian Yikun ignored him and went to the kitchen to get him some water.
In the bedroom, Ye Yuwei went to the bathroom to get some water. After that, she took a towel and carefully wiped Mo Fei’s body. In just over ten days, Mo Fei was already as thin as a piece of wood and her hands were almost all bones left.
Ye Yuwei felt a surge of pity for her and she went gentler on Mo Fei.
After wiping her upper body, Ye Yuwei reached out and carefully took off her pajamas. Then, she picked up a towel and started wiping down her legs. However, when she saw the birthmark on her buttocks, she froze briefly.
She seemed to have heard of this birthmark before. Ye Yuwei frowned as she tried to remember something about it, to no avail. However, she was afraid that her legs would be exposed in the air for too long, so she finished up her task of wiping Mo Fei’s legs swiftly, put her pajamas back on, and tucked her in neatly under the blanket.
Outside in the living room, Gu Juexi sat on the sofa without picking up his glass of water. Mr. Gu was unhappy because he had been irritated by someone. Naturally, he would not want to drink Qian Yikun’s water.
Qian Yikun leaned against the television and contemplated Gu Juexi’s current mood. From what he could see, Gu Juexi should be in a horrible mood right now.
“I can protect her temporarily while she’s in the country, but as long as Cong doesn’t take back the death warrant, I won’t be able to protect her for long.” Qian Yikun said in a solemn tone. The current situation was indeed dire for Mo Fei. Even though they were already within the country, he did not dare to let his guard down.
Gu Juexi toyed around with the phone in his hand as he listened to Qian Yikun’s words. He slowly raised his head and gave him a look. “Why are you going so far to protect her?”
It was a question that struck deep into Qian Yikun’s soul.
Why?
It was because there were still too many lives on her shoulders, was it not?
“Taking people’s money to help them get out of trouble. Isn’t that what she does? The people she kills aren’t necessarily innocent. It’s too fake for you to say that she’s shouldering murder cases.” Gu Juexi grabbed the phone and looked in the direction of the bedroom again.
Qian Yikun tensed up involuntarily at Gu Juexi’s sudden question.
He had known Mo Fei for more than ten years. On his first day as an Interpol officer, he had taken on a mission to capture her, but unfortunately, nothing came of it.
This woman was even more terrifying than the rumors that were said of her. She was shockingly beautiful, but she had a vicious heart. She was clearly a woman, but she was even tougher than any man.
All these years, he had been hot on her trail. Qian Yikun had to admit that even if he did not go easy on her, he might not be able to catch Mo Fei.
Yet now, this woman was lying on his bed, unable to escape anymore.
Would he turn her in?
Impossible!
He just wanted her to continue living her life.
He was a police officer and she was an assassin. However, he had no intention of arresting her right now.
The reason was so ridiculous that he did not want to admit it himself—he was a Chinese police officer and was no longer with Interpol.
Arresting Mo Fei was no longer his responsibility.
Inexplicably, he was actually relieved because of this relation.
As for the specific reason, he did not want to dwell on it—nor could he dwell on it—because he knew very well that the result would not be what he wanted.