The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy Chapter 1768 - A Moment Of Life And Death (Part Thirteen)

Chapter 1768: A Moment Of Life And Death (Part Thirteen)

Qian Yikun had just gone in to put the children down. He was worried about Mo Fei that he came out to check on her. He did not expect her to be so frightened just because he called her.
That was Mo Fei, and she was shocked witless.
Physiological reactions could not lie. The beads of sweat on her forehead and her current reaction were the most direct proof that she was truly shocked.
Mo Fei gripped her hands together, feeling the powerlessness in both hands. She tried her best to take a few deep breaths, and her eyes that initially refused to focus were filled with sudden anger. “What are you doing?”
Before she could finish her sentence, Qian Yikun had already reached for her phone. As Mo Fei resisted, he locked his arm around her neck and used his other arm to slice across the screen of her phone. Then, he saw the message on the screen that she had yet to exit.
“Who’s this?” Qian Yikun continued to restrain her neck, stopping her from struggling.
Perhaps it was because of the fright earlier, but all the muscles in Mo Fei’s body were tense.
“It’s none of your business. Give it back,” Mo Fei said as she tried to snatch her phone.
“Mo Tian,” Qian Yikun allowed Mo Fei to reach her phone and answered in her stead.
After obtaining her phone, Mo Fei said, “It has nothing to do with you.” She turned around to leave.
Qian Yikun grabbed her wrist and turned to block her again. “Mo Fei, even if you’re helping a friend, there’s no reason for you to turn me down, is there?”
Qian Yikun had already lowered his stance.
However, that was not what Mo Fei needed. Qian Yikun would never know what they were facing.
Mo Tian or Tigger?
Or… Mo Tian and Tigger?
Mo Fei pushed away Qian Yikun’s hand and slowly stood on her tiptoes. Then, she reached out and hugged his neck.
At such a close distance, Mo Fei’s breath swarmed into Qian Yikun’s ear. “Qian Yikun, I’m not a good person. Meanwhile, you’re a police officer.”
Mo Fei’s breath was like orchids, but every word was like a steel needle piercing into Qian Yikun’s heart.
After she finished speaking, Mo Fei took a step back. If Wen Shan had left because something had happened to her family, then this was Mo Tian’s warning to her. Her continued stay by Qian Yikun’s side—whether she was using him or not—would no longer continue.
Qian Yikun’s face was as cold as ice as he looked at Mo Fei, who was retreating step by step.
The clock had already struck midnight, meaning that a new year had begun.
The wind on the mountain was not as strong as the wind at the foot of the mountain. The wind here was swift and chaotic, and it flung Mo Fei’s long hair into a mess.
Many years ago, this was how Mo Fei appeared before him. At that time, there was still a hint of childishness in her arrogance, but now, she had long shed that immaturity. She now possessed a supreme presence.
In the wrath of the Son of Heaven, there would be millions of corpses and blood that stretched into thousands of miles.
Sometimes, Qian Yikun thought Mo Fei had this ability—and she did.
“Remember, Qian Yikun, you owe me a wedding.” After saying that, a smile appeared on her pale face. The more retreating steps she took, the wider her smile grew.
Mo Fei was getting further and further away. Qian Yikun knew that this distance was symbolic of how far Mo Fei was pushing him away.
The howling of the cold wind grew louder. Qian Yikun wondered if it was his imagination.
Mo Fei disappeared into the night sky while Qian Yikun remained standing where he was. He remained in that position until the elevator doors behind him opened. Mo Qi’s wheelchair slowly slid out of the elevator.