Marriage Rights: Billionaire's Forgotten Wife

Rita was thankful that the dressing room door was not locked when she tried to enter, but she was still surprised by the mess. The makeup on the floor was pretty much destroyed. Judging by the smudges on the mirror, it seems Mo Lihua also threw some of the makeup at the mirror. Good thing it did not crack.

"Get out!" Mo Lihua screamed in anger. "Leave me alone!" she added, pushing Rita out of the dressing room. She did not want to deal with anyone at that moment.

Mo Lihua slumped tiredly on the bathroom floor. It took a while for her to calm down, and only then did she realize that she had been rude to Rita, who was simply worried about her.

Her acting like a child would not help at all, she thought as she touched the scars on her left hip.

It was more than 10 years ago when she got the scars, but she can still remember how painful it was. "Relax," Mo Lihua uttered to herself. "You're doing well so far. Just continue," she consoled herself.

She is really tired and just wants to stop, but she can't. The only thing that she can do right now is to look for the positive. She still breathes, right? So it is not yet the end of the world. But she wants to rest and just be herself. Just this once she will give herself some leeway. Just for tonight, then tomorrow she will face reality again.

Releasing a deep breath, Mo Lihua started picking up her makeup that is smashed and scattered across the bathroom floor.

Mo Lihua decided not to cover her face and just wear her glasses. She stepped into the connected dressing room to change into a black off-shoulder sheath dress while grabbing a hoodie for later. She also grabbed a small pocket knife, which was customized and designed to be concealed under her dress.

"Just for tonight. I promise," Mo Lihua uttered to herself with determination. What could go wrong?

As Mo Lihua left the dressing room wearing her hoodie over the short black dress, she saw Rita sitting on the edge of the bed, nervously biting her nails.

Rita's eyes bulged after seeing Mo Lihua coming out of the bathroom, "Young Miss, you are going out?" the maid asked anxiously. "Are you alright?" she added with concern.

Mo Lihua nodded. "I am sorry about earlier," she apologized as she grabbed her shoulder bag and prepared to leave the room.

"But Young Miss, you cannot go out like that, it is dangerous..." Rita uttered, moving swiftly to Mo Lihua's side in an attempt to grab the shoulder bag.

Mo Lihua could easily predict Rita's actions, so before the maid could grab her bag, she grabbed Rita by the shoulder for an embrace.

"Rita please, just this once..." she uttered sadly. The fact that she was almost begging caught the maid off guard.

"But Young Miss..." Rita tried to reason, her face turning red as it is the first Mo Lihua had hugged her.

"Master will be mad if he learns about this, and Angelo will stop you. It is already getting late and Angelo will surely see you leave the mansion without your disguise..." Rita explained sadly.

"Please, I beg you..." Mo Lihua continued to plead. "You can help me with Angelo..." she added.

Moving away from Mo Lihua like she had caught fire, Rita exclaimed: "Ah! Young Miss, that will be hard!", giving the impression that distracting the head of security was the most dangerous thing in the world.

"You can do it. You are a professional. Don't tell me that you've already gotten rusty," Mo Lihua smirked, then convinced the maid further. "See, I will wear makeup again, so no need to worry. I will bring you along so all good," she added.

In the Mo mansion, the curfew is 8 PM, which makes Mo Lihua snort whenever she remembers it as it only applies to her as she is the only relative that lives with her father.

"O...K..." Rita finally relented. "Wait for me, I will just get ready," she said with a fallen face.

Mo Lihua quickly completed her ugly makeup look, with dark fake freckle marks on her cheeks. To make Rita feel much better, she even shaded two of her front teeth with black. Adding to the look is her large thick eyeglasses.