Marriage Rights: Billionaire's Forgotten Wife

The sky was clear and dark. The only thing that was giving him light that time was the full moon above, while the ocean rolled its wave to the shoreline. 

Yu Qiao sat at the shoreline, crossed legs, with an unopened bottle of whiskey. He wanted to drown himself with alcohol, but getting drunk would not bring him anywhere. Just like what happened on his wedding day as he stupidly got married while drunk. 

He felt guilty for doing that to Mo Lihua since she does not deserve to have a bastard husband like him. Yu Qiao knew that she was the only one that he could rely on, and it hurts his pride very severely. 

The least he could do was let her do what she wanted. 'Leave me alone…' That still stings for him, and he felt like crying. For him, the reason why Mo Lihua was pushing him away was because of another man. 

Yu Qiao could try keeping his distance, but in truth, he could not stand it. He was good at pretending, but Yu Qiao knew that he was at his limit. Just the thought that Mo Lihua would entertain another man, it was like a knife stabbing his heart, and he could not bear it. 

He was already exhausted dealing with everything inside him. Add to the fact that Yu Qiao could not understand things that he seems to be not allowed to know. 

Then he felt another presence on the beach. It was the very presence that he was trying hard to avoid but crave at the same time. 

Yu Qiao watched her slowly walked along the stretched of the sandy beach towards him. She was holding a small lamp, and her crutches nowhere to be seen. 

He frowned as the doctor said that Mo Lihua should not walk three days without it, and behold, she stubbornly walked on the beach like she was not just injured. 

Releasing a deep breath, Yu Qiao unhappily shook his head at her but did not voice out his disp.l.e.a.s.u.r.e. 'There's no use of talking when she just does what she wants recently.' He was still getting used to this new Mo Lihua around her. 

That was his wrong assumption, though because Yu Qiao could still remember her being stubborn and headstrong when they were younger. 'When did she stop being like this?' Yu Qiao was getting used to Mo Lihua not asking for help. Like she does not need protection from anyone, especially from him. 

This made him sad and proud at the same time. Yu Qiao does not know what to feel anymore, so he could only enjoy looking at her standing in back facing as she allowed the waves to wash her feet. 

Her long hair danced in the wind. The soft folds of her dress swish gently with her every movement. The pale yellow glow from the lamp that she was holding helps him see most of her action. 

"Are you mad at me?" Mo Lihua asked, without facing him. 

"No." He answered truthfully. Yu Qiao could never be mad at her, regardless of what she does as he felt that he does not have a right to do so. "I owe you a lot." 

"I see." She nodded her head and slowly walked towards the sea. 

"Don't go too far. There might be a strong wave." He warned, expecting Mo Lihua to stop soon. Mo Lihua then raised the lamp on top of her head and continued to walk towards the sea. The moment she did, Yu Qiao was alarmed as he knew that she was planning something stupid. 

"Lihua, stop. Come back now. It's too cold." He said when she was waist-deep into the water. 

"Lihua!" Yu Qiao stood up abruptly and ran towards her before she could be c.h.e.s.t-deep into the sea. 

"What were you thinking?! That was dangerous! The water was cold!" He said, dragging her back to the shore. Yu Qiao then tried to carry her bridal style so he could run back to the beach house. 

"Put me down. You were overreacting."Mo Lihua stated unhappily as she squirms from his hold. 

Instead of putting her down, Yu Qiao slumped to the sand with her, before he hit her ass! 

'Slap!' 

"Ouch! Brother Qiao!" Mo Lihua glared as she could not believe that Yu Qiao would lay a hand at her. He did not stop, though, as he gave her another slap at her bottom. 

"Stop! I won't do it anymore!" Mo Lihua said almost crying when he was preparing to give her another one. 

"Tsk. You were overreacting." He said sarcastically, before massaging her bottom. "It was not that painful, right?" 

"It was painful. Your hand is big. So big." She huff almost tauntingly. 

"Lihua." He said in a warning. 

"Qiao." Mo Lihua mimicked. "Qiao, Qiao, Qiao-" She was singing his name but stopped abruptly when he sealed her mouth with a kiss. 

It was a kissed that burned her but still craves at the same time. Mo Lihua did not know when the tears started to fall, but they had already wet her cheeks. 

Yu Qiao, of course, felt her tears making him stop kissing her. "I'm so sorry..." He said, sounding pained as he runs his thumb on her wet cheeks, wiping the tears away. Then he runs his nose on his cheeks while giving small kisses allowing him to taste the saltiness of her tears. 

For Yu Qiao, can't resist pulling her closer and run his lips across her jaw, breathing in her scent. He wanted to taste her so badly again but knew that it was not the right time. "Baby girl, please don't cry," he whispered against her soft skin.

However, Mo Lihua cried harder. Yu Qiao pulled back and tried to use his hand to continue wiping away her tears. "Was it that painful?" He asked. 

Mo Lihua shook her head. "No. I am fine." She said, suppressing a sob. 

"Then, why are you crying? What's the matter? Tell me? Did Angelo ate the last piece of cheesecake?" He said jokingly, trying to lighten the mood. 

"No. I hate you right now."Mo Lihua stated seriously. 

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