The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy Chapter 1793 - My Good Disciple

Chapter 1793: My Good Disciple

“Your wealth, riches, and status were all exchanged with the destruction of someone else’s family.” Mo Fei grabbed Ye Cong’s wrist tightly. She knew what Ye Cong was up to, but she would not allow it yet. Even if there was a single shred of chance, she could not give up on saving Le Tian and Ding Yuejia.
Ye Cong grabbed Mo Fei’s wrist instead. Mo Fei turned around and glared at Ye Cong with gritted teeth.
“Has your heart softened? Is this the best chance?” Ye Cong mocked coldly. “Womanly kindness will bring nothing but harm to yourself.”
“That’s right. If you want to kill, then hurry up. Feifei, I’ve told you a long time ago that womanly kindness is an emotion that shouldn’t exist in a killer. What a naughty girl.” Mo Tian did not mind that the people below were talking about killing him. Instead, he felt like he was watching a good show.
Killer.
This word sent Mo Fei’s body trembling involuntarily. She lowered her eyes, not daring to face the Ding family.
When Mrs. Ding heard this, she cried even harder. She did not care whether her daughter was a killer—her heart ached as she wondered what kind of suffering her daughter went through when she should have been protected.
Mo Fei looked up at the person in the video. She knew that Mo Tian could see her too.
“Master, there is a saying that goes, ‘a barefooted man will not fear a person who wears shoes'(TN: This saying basically means a person who has nothing to lose does not fear anyone.) Thanks to you, Master, I’ve lost everything long ago. However, Master is different. Master still has someone he cares about,” Mo Fei said with a cold smile. She seemed to have suddenly gotten over the Ding family’s reaction.
A sharp glint flashed across Mo Tian’s eyes. Meanwhile, Le Tian was already hugging Ding Yuejia. There were traces of blood on his forehead from the collision, and there were also bruises on his little face.
“Yuejia, Yuejia, look at Mommy. Yuejia, look at Mommy.” Le Tian did not dare to use too much strength. She patted Ding Yuejia’s little face gently, her hoarse voice trembling.
“Mommy—” Ding Yuejia lifted his little hand. Le Tian hurriedly reached out to hold his little hand.
“Mommy’s here, Mommy’s here…”
“Mommy, don’t fight with Daddy anymore, okay?” Ding Yuejia whispered. His brows were knitted into a small mountain from the pain, but he was strong enough not to cry.
Tears streamed down Le Tian’s face like rain that could not stop pouring. Meanwhile, Ding Junqi leaned on Ding Junhui as he half-knelt on the ground. As he listened to her son’s small voice, his chest hurt so much that it was hard to tell if it was from the injury or his heart.
“Mommy, can you come home with Yuejia? That way, Daddy won’t be surrounded by the many aunties. Yuejia doesn’t like them.” Ding Yuejia’s voice became softer as he spoke.
“Okay, I promise you. Mommy promises you. Yuejia, Yuejia, don’t fall asleep. Didn’t you say you want to accompany Mommy? Didn’t you say that you’ll accompany Mommy because Mommy will get scared?” Le Tian screamed loudly. Her heart-wrenching voice traversed from the video, hurting Mo Fei’s eardrums.
“How touching. Why don’t we start with this kid? Then, who’s next?” Mo Tian had a devilish smile on his face as if he was merely ordering food.
“Despicable.” Mo Fei cursed.
“Despicable?” Mo Tian laughed out loud. “My good disciple, do you really think I don’t know what you and Mo Qi have been doing all these years?” As Mo Tian spoke, his face twisted. “If it weren’t for you two rascals causing trouble for me, Tigger wouldn’t receive so much hate from his failed missions, and no one would have hired someone to kill him.”
“You finally said it, haven’t you?” Mo Fei suddenly laughed. Her maniacal laughter howled alongside the sudden gust of wind outside.
She was waiting. She had been waiting for this sentence.