Chapter 1606

Chapter 1606  : Mo Xicheng Reinstated (79)

Mo Hai was taken aback.

He looked up and saw Mo Xicheng standing before him, with clearly no intention of letting him in.

Mo Hai was very aware that Mo Xicheng was not like Mo Zhi and would not obey him. If the man wasn’t going to let him into the villa, he knew that there was no chance for him to see Li Shu tonight for sure.

He took a deep breath and then nodded.

Mo Xicheng did not take his own car, he instead got into Mo Hai’s front passenger seat.

As Mo Hai drove away, a silhouette on the window of the second floor moved.

Li Shu cast her gaze down, hiding the sorrow in her eyes.

Then she walked to the bed and lay down.

Divorce was the last thing she wanted. Certainly, all these years, Mo Hai had treated her well. But after how he had accused her today and his lack of trust in her, it was all too painful and disappointing.

Li Shu shut her eyes at this thought.

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In the bar.

Mo Hai drank one shot after another. Mo Xicheng kept silent as well and only sat opposite the man, taking little sips of his wine every now and then.

After a number of shots, Mo Hai suddenly lifted his head to look at Mo Xicheng. He asked, “You must really hate me?”

Mo Xicheng lifted his eyes, looked at the man impassively and replied, “Where do you get hate where there is no love?”

Mo Hai was stunned by that remark. Then he laughed scornfully at himself, hung his head and said, “You know, you really speak like your mother.”

Mo Xicheng kept silent.

Perhaps the man was a little drunk by now and his eyes were blurry. With reminiscence in his tone, he said, “You know, when your mom was young, she was the most popular girl in school. She was not only pretty, she was a person of substance and extremely graceful. She had an exceptional character and disposition. Many guys were after her.”

“At the time I really liked her, but my schoolmates all laughed at me. They said I was a stuffy bun and discouraged me from going after such a literary and refined girl. But I was like possessed, crazy over her even though she didn’t think much of me.”

“You know, even at that time, your mom had a caustic tongue. With the words she used to insult me, one could write a book on remarkable quotes. Every rejection from her was like a poison arrow, it was impossible to retaliate.”

“At the time, she was spirited and energetic, full of enthusiasm. With a pen, she would write one thrilling story after another.”

Then Mo Hai fell silent.

As though he had traveled into another space in his memory and couldn’t get out of it.

Noticing this, Mo Xicheng was compelled to ask, “What about now?”

“Now?”

Mo Hai paused.

The young man nodded and continued, “That’s right, what about her now? As glorious a life she had back then, she lives with the same measure of dejection now. In the last twenty years, almost thirty years, you’ve used your marriage and the excuse of the child to tie her down. Has she really been happy?”

Mo Hai was stunned.

Mo Xicheng looked at him and said, “Do you really know what it is to love a person?”

Mo Hai shook his head.

Mo Xicheng smirked and continued, “Loving a person means simply wishing her happiness. When my mom was in her heyday, did you ever look at her laughing and felt happy yourself? And what about now? You refuse to grant her a divorce, but have you seen her laugh the way she did in her youth?”

Had he seen it?

Not for too many years.

Mo Hai tried to recall but nothing came to mind. He could not remember the last time he had seen her laughing heartily.