Chapter 026: It's not just a few tears that make you the most pitiful.

He had always thought that Chi Huan was an inexperienced heiress who, even in the entertainment industry, sailed smoothly through life thanks to her father's connections, never needing to climb the ladder by herself.

He couldn't even imagine her knowing what true failure was.

Seeing Yang Hao merely staring blankly at her, motionless, Chi Huan realized that of course, actually—getting him to move from the sofa to the window was not an easy task.

She tossed her bag back onto the couch, stood up, and walked toward the coffee table. Her long, curly hair tumbled down around her waist, thick and dense. She looked down, her lips curled in a shallow smile, "Conscience? Why should it be uneasy? There are countless men who have been axed by their wives due to domestic violence, let alone a piece of trash like you, who doesn't want others to live in peace even in death?"

In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Mo Shiqian's phone had its packaging removed and was set up anew; he tossed the wrapping paper into the bin and casually placed the phone in his coat pocket.

Then, he lifted his deep, tranquil black eyes, watching Chi Huan's silhouette indifferently, his gaze undisturbed.

Yang Hao's expression was terrifying, the veins on his forehead bulging out, his eyes bloodshot, breathing like someone in the throes of a violent illness, ready to lash out at any moment.

With a furrowed brow, Mou Xigu instinctively reached out and pulled Chi Huan backward.

"I don't want to let her live in peace? When has she ever let me live in peace?"

He continued to howl hysterically, his eyes filling with endless grief and self-mockery, and then turned to look at Su Yabing on the other side, "Haven't I been good enough to you? When your father was sick, I paid for the doctors. You said you wanted to continue studying, I supported your education. Do you know how happy I was the day you agreed to marry me? I can't bear to make you do anything. Whatever you want, I buy for you. Even when you didn't want me to touch you, I never forced you! Would I have hit you if you weren't obsessed with this man, wanting to go back to your country, wanting to leave me?"

By the time his voice faded, Chi Huan was already stunned.

Mou Xigu, who had been holding Chi Huan's wrist due to Yang Hao's unstable emotions and out of fear for her safety, was also shocked, his dark pupils visibly cracking as his grip slowly loosened.

Even the divorce attorney who had handled countless nasty divorce cases and witnessed all sorts of ugly scenes was surprised.

Su Yabing sat kneeling on the floor in front of the coffee table, covering her face and crying inconsolably.

Only Mo Shiqian, who stood in the distance as if it were none of his concern, pocketed one hand, his lips sensually thin, his eyes extremely cold.

For a few moments, Chi Huan felt the situation was utterly absurd.

This absurdity stemmed from a contrast.

By her side, Mou Xigu spoke in a low voice, suppressing his shock, "You two have been married up to now... and have never had intimacy?"

Yang Hao looked at Mou Xigu with envy and hatred in his eyes, his voice hoarse and ugly, "She said she wasn't willing... so I've been waiting for her, but all I've waited for is her continuous desire for you. She even repeatedly searched for your name in the search engine, and she writes in her diary every day how much she misses you... I got drunk and said I didn't want to wait any longer, and she still kept calling your name, asking you to save her..."

"If she hadn't insisted on coming back, why would I hit her? I treasure her so much, how could I possibly hit her..."

Chi Huan looked at the man who had spiraled from hysterical to mumbling to himself and suddenly felt a surge of emotions she hadn't experienced in a long time, eventually finding it all merely laughable.

Such a valuable yet chastely pure love.

Su Yabing held her face with both hands, appearing to collapse onto the floor, with nothing left but her sobbing, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry, I've tried, I thought about trying to fall in love with you... but I can't..."

Yang Hao looked at her and said, "But he's getting married soon, less than a month before he marries Chi Huan... Yabing, will you come back with me? As long as you don't leave me, I swear I won't hit you again."

Chi Huan glanced at him, then at the woman on the floor, pursed her crimson lips, and turned to walk towards the window.

The autumn wind was not wild, but it was strong enough to blow her long hair out.

Mo Shiqian stood half a meter beside her.

Her voice seemed to scatter in the wind, cool and misty, "Please go ask Mr. Yang to sign the paper, better a short pain than a long one."

"Yes."

Mo Shiqian lifted his legs and walked over with a steady pace.

Su Yabing raised her head, staring blankly at him, "What are you going to do?"

Mo Shiqian didn't answer her, to be precise, not even a stray glance from the corner of his eye fell on her.

He leaned down to grab Yang Hao's wrist, in the blink of an eye, Yang Hao's face—which was already marked by the toll of time—twisted grotesquely with pain, eliciting such unbearable cries of agony that even the lawyer beside him looked on with a face full of sympathy.

Mo Shiqian appeared unphased, as if he was exerting just a slight force, but Yang Hao was in so much pain that cold sweat broke out all over him.

Mou Xigu frowned, his eyes complex as he watched the cold, indifferent man, his lips pressed into a thin line.

Su Yabing straightened up, her hands bracing on the coffee table, "Stop... don't do this."

Of course, Mo Shiqian wouldn't listen to her.

In this room, he would only heed Chi Huan's words.

Chi Huan stood with her back to the window, lifting her hand to brush back her long hair, "Mr. Yang, I promised Miss Su that she would get her divorce today... My bodyguard doesn't really know his own strength. You can find another wife if you lose one, but a crippled hand... that really is the end."

Big beads of sweat broke out on Yang Hao's forehead, but he clenched his teeth tightly, not speaking nor showing any intention of giving in.

The sound of bones being dislocated rang out clearly.

Yang Hao uttered word by word through clenched teeth, "I won't get a divorce."

Su Yabing seemed to collapse all of a sudden, pleading, "Enough, enough... stop, please stop..."

"Mo Shiqian."

Only when Chi Huan spoke did the man let go, straightening his tall, erect figure, his gaze as cold and indifferent as if it held nothing.

Yang Hao slumped onto the sofa gasping for breath, while Su Yabing lay on the coffee table, crying so hard she could hardly breathe.

As Mo Shiqian's long legs passed by Su Yabing, his icy voice suddenly uttered with a faint laugh, "Miss Su, you've taken all the advantages. It's not like you're the most pitiful just because you shed a few tears."

Su Yabing probably didn't expect the man to suddenly speak, especially to her, and was momentarily stunned.

"If a marriage without love is called prostitution, it's still about mutual fulfillment of needs. In cases like yours, where you've taken the money but refuse to give yourself, commit emotional infidelity, and torment this mentally ill fool for years, it doesn't make you noble and pure just because you keep yourself clean."

His light laugh and the casual playfulness in his clear eyes,"Born into a clean family? If you can't pay back the debt yourself, why not let Mr. Mou settle it for you?"