Marriage Rights: Billionaire's Forgotten Wife

"Get over it is easier said than done…" Yu Qiao whispered as he watched the Mo family card drive away. He does not know how long he is standing at the open door in the middle of the cold night.

Yu Qiao only turned around to get inside the house as he cannot bear with the cold anymore. He slowly and dreadfully walked towards his room with his heart beating fast as his mind continued to play the earlier scenes on his bed.

What if Angelo was not able to get him back to his senses? Why is it that he heard Angelo instead of Mo Lihua shouting?

Did she ever ask him to stop? How far could he have to go if they did not disturb? Why is it that Mo Lihua's anger looks so strange to him? Like she is upset that he is sorry?

'That would be impossible. Unless... No. Stop thinking possibilities.' Yu Qiao refused to continue with his line of thoughts.

Although his questions are never-ending, there is no point dwelling on them. He hopes that there would be a chance for him and Mo Lihua to talk things out.

For the meantime, what he can do is to force himself to rest despite the memories of their heated scene continued to play inside his head.

It is just unfortunate that he is a healthy male, and the memories are not helping him to make his body. How can he sleep peacefully on the same bed where Mo Lihua was in all her n.a.k.e.d glory earlier?

'How nice would it be?' He thought bitterly. Mo Lihua was angry but still breathtaking.

…

On Mo Lihua's side…

"Young Miss, think about what I said earlier." Angelo broke the silence inside the car. He does not care about the emotional things and feels that it is a waste to comfort anyone.

For him, humans have their way of coping, and the one who depends on others to feel better are just a bother to deal with it. So Angelo always made sure to stay out of anyone's business, especially their love life.

That also goes for Mo Lihua and Yu Qiao, but Angelo does not mind giving them any choice but to tolerate each other when safety is at stake. He will feign innocence as always.

After all, Yu Qiao is not a stranger to the Mo family, and Angelo prefers to deal with him compared to a new family member with all the issues the Mo family is facing.

Angelo already created his plan while driving while Mo Lihua, on the other hand, is still fuming and still depressed with how her night ends up. Just before she ends up crying, Angelo called her again.

"Young Miss, did you fall asleep?" He asked, curiously.

"No."

"Good. We need to make the arrangement as soon as possible. It is a must." Angelo stated gravely.

With brown wrinkled with confusion, "What are you talking about?" She asked.

Angelo clarified, "The arrangement for Young Master Yu to stay with us. You need to get his confirmation so we can make preparation as well. It is best that way to keep him safe. I already told you that multiple times." He said, laced with disappointment.

"You should talk to him!" Mo Lihua hissed as she glared furiously at him.

"I see. Alright." Angelo nodded, completely pretending to be oblivious to the death glare that he is currently receiving.

The next morning…

Mo Lihua does not know what time she slept but still had to wake up early to put on her makeup, to keep her previous appearance so she could go back to school and act like her weekend hadn't been filled with blood, mayhem, and terrible news.

She knew the second she would arrive Zang Fei would have rolled out the welcome wagon of nasty tricks just to kick her while she was down.

Although the last time she met her alone, Mo Lihua had given Zang Fei a warning that probably made her behave as well during the hospital.

It is still a surprise that Zang Fei just vanished after Yu Qiao asked her to leave. Rita also mentioned that there was no visit from Zang Fei in the hospital.

Right now, Mo Lihua needs to make sure that Zang Fei would not bother with and continue to shut up so that she could make it through the remaining weeks of school without too much-added drama. If things kept up the way they were her hair would turn prem.a.t.u.r.ely gray.

She was already half done with her usual makeup even though feeling sleep when Mo Lihua saw the noticeable red marks on her neck. Kiss marks!

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