My Wife Longs for Divorce Every Day

Xiaohong is in her twenties this year. She has only been helping out at the old house for two years. Although Mo Weiyi doesn’t spend much time at home, she knows that this granddaughter is the one her grandfather loves the most.

If anyone asked who was in charge of this household, the answer would surely be the Little Princess.

Sure enough, Mo Weiyi’s pretty face darkened immediately. “This Qu Yunyao, is she crazy? How dare she bully the servants behind my back. Does she think she’s the master now? Come with me!”

Xiaohong quickly followed her, still crying.

Northern Villa.

In the living room, Xu Jing was still reprimanding Qu Yunyao. Hearing Mo Weiyi’s voice, she stood up quickly. Seeing Xiaohong behind her, her heart dropped.

“Auntie.” Mo Weiyi stood there, looking at Qu Yunyao who was sitting on the sofa. “I have seen a servant being beaten, so I came to find out what is going on.”

“Yiyi, I’m sorry.” Xu Jing immediately apologized. “It was Yunyao who was wrong. She… She was feeling unwell just now, and she took it out on the servant.”

“Yunyao, is that so?” Mo Weiyi raised her chin, arching her eyebrows.

Clearly, she didn’t believe it.

Therefore, Qu Yunyao got up from the sofa, bit her lip, and cautiously came over to apologize. “Sister Yiyi, it was all my fault. I shouldn’t have vented my anger on the servants. My mother has already scolded me, and I know I was wrong.”

After speaking, she looked at Xiaohong, her tone was even more sincere. “Xiaohong, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to slap you. Can you forgive me?”

Mo Weiyi: “…”

Xiaohong was also stunned, having never expected that Miss Qu could change her face so quickly. She was so arrogant in private, but in front of Mo Weiyi, she pretended to be a sweet little rabbit.

“Yiyi.” Xu Jing laughed pleasantly. “Yunyao is young and naive, and she is pregnant now… It was my fault just now, I couldn’t hold her back. Please don’t be angry.”

All of Mo Weiyi’s anger seemed to have nowhere to vent.

She raised her chin, her voice clear. “Since I let you and my aunt stay here, you are my guests. If there is any problem, just go to Uncle Shi. If it really is the servant’s negligence or misconduct, Uncle Shi will discipline them. You don’t need to do it yourselves, nor are you qualified to hit the Mo family’s servants.” Xu Jing looked uncomfortable.

Yet Qu Yunyao was still smiling, “I understand, Sister Yiyi. I don’t understand the rules here. When you have time, come back more often and teach me.” Mo Weiyi gave her a look and turned to leave.

**

By the time she got to school and was walking in front of the academic building, she received a call from Mo Yaoxiong.

“Weiyi, did you say something to Yunyao just now?”

“What did she tell you?” Mo Weiyi laughed, if Qu Yunyao really was badmouthing her behind her back, then…

“She didn’t say anything, just that she wants to move out with Xu Jing.” Mo Yaoxiong sighed, “But I heard from the servants that you were at home this morning and had a little unpleasantness with her?”

Mo Weiyi immediately recounted the whole incident. Finally she said, “Dad, since they want to move out, let them. You’ve let them stay at home for half a year, isn’t that benevolent enough? Isn’t Auntie’s arm already healed? Plus, she is the one who said she wanted to move out. Why are you still worried?”

“I understand now, you pay attention to your class.” After saying that, Mo Yaoxiong hung up the phone.

Mo Weiyi puffed up her cheeks. As soon as she stowed away her mobile phone, her shoulder was tapped from behind.

When she turned around, she saw Ling Zhizhou standing behind her.

He was tall and looked clean. The sunlight behind him cast a shadow on him, making him seem as if he was bathing in the light. Even the smile on his face was warm and sunny.

“Hi senior, what a coincidence.” Ling Zhizhou smiled happily, but Mo Weiyi was immediately a bit uneasy.

“Ling Zhizhou, I’m sorry about the textbook you lent me yesterday…”

” I don’ t have an English class for a week, keep using it.” Ling Zhizhou readily said.

Mo Weiyi was embarrassed. “What I meant to say is, I think I lost your textbook.”

LingZhizhou:

“I’m sorry, I found my freshman year textbook. Can you use it instead?” Mo Weiyi took out the freshman year textbook she had found at the old house this morning. “It’s very clean, I haven’t used it.”

Ling Zhizhou took the textbook, opened it and saw the words “Mo Weiyi” written on the title page.

The handwriting was masculine, forceful.

He quickly closed it. “Alright, then I’ll use this one of yours.”

Seeing him laugh so happily, Mo Weiyi felt her guilt fade away.

“Are you going to the reading room this afternoon? I can save you a spot.” Ling Zhizhou asked again.

“Yes.”

“Alright, so two spots again, right?”

“Right.” As Mo Weiyi said this, she looked at the time, “I’m going to class now. I’ll find you in the reading room this afternoon.”

“Okay.” Ling Zhizhou waved.

Watching Mo Weiyi walk into the classroom, he lowered his head and picked up the textbook in his hand. He opened it and looked at the three characters inside.

The originally innocent and sunny smile on his face gradually disappeared, replaced by a cold mockery at the corners of his mouth, as well as the obvious gloom in his eyes.

Until a girl’s voice came from beside him, “Ling Zhizhou, are you pursuing Mo Weiyi?”

Ling Zhizhou didn’t respond, only closing his book, his expression returning to normal.