Mo Yushen's voice was hoarse as he spoke, "It's not that you don't want to divorce, it's that I'm dragging my feet and haven't signed the agreement."
Xi Jia paused for a moment, then said, "Say it again."
Mo Yushen's eyes were deep as he repeated, "It's me who's stalling; I don't want to leave."
Xi Jia paused for a moment, but still didn't retract her outstretched hand. "Give me your phone."
Mo Yushen unlocked the box and handed it to her.
Xi Jia saw the ring on his ring finger. She had just been looking through her notebook and saw that it said she had put the ring on his finger.
It turns out he had been wearing it all along.
Xi Jia looked away, searched his WeChat contacts, found Jiang Qin, scanned the QR code, added her, and noted "Xi Jia" in her name.
Soon, they passed through.
Jiang Qin: [What!]
Xi Jia didn't reply. She deleted Jiang Qin's contact information from Mo Yushen's phone and returned the phone to Mo Yushen. "I deleted Jiang Qin's contact information. If you have any objections, keep it. If you're really not satisfied, then divorce me."
Mo Yushen just glanced at her without saying a word.
Xi Jia wrote a sentence in her notebook, found the recorder, and handed her phone and notebook to Mo Yushen, saying, "Honey, record this for me."
Her soft, coquettish tone was completely different from before. It felt perfectly natural.
Mo Yushen looked at the notebook.
The only sentence on it was: "I don't want a divorce. Xi Jia is the only woman I've ever been with."
Mo Yushen looked out the window; it was pitch black.
Xi Jia: "If you don't want to record, then give it to me. I never force anyone to do anything against their will."
Mo Yushen knew she had recorded it to send to Jiang Qin, but in the end, he still pressed the start button on the recorder without even looking at the notepad.
"It's because I don't want to leave. I only love Xi Jia in this life."
The deep, magnetic voice penetrated Xi Jia's eardrums and struck her heart.
Even if it's fake, it's still tempting.
Recording complete.
Mo Yushen handed her the phone.
Xi Jia changed her mind: "I won't send it, I'll keep it for myself." She turned the volume down and listened to it again.
Mo Yushen: "Would it make you feel better if you didn't post it?"
Xi Jia sent the recording to her email address and made a backup copy.
She said quietly, "I have plenty of ways to deal with her."
Mo Yushen did not express any opinion.
Xi Jia sent Jiang Qin a message: "From now on, if you need to contact Mo Yushen, you'll have to go through me. I'll only pass on your message if I'm happy to."
Jiang Qin: [Heh!]
A few seconds passed.
Jiang Qin discovered that she had been blocked by Mo Yushen. Without a doubt, it was Xi Jia who did it. Mo Yushen must have known, but he tolerated it.
Jiang Qin: [Tell Mo Yushen that he can change his name to Mo Fanjian!]
Xi Jia didn't reply and turned off her phone screen.
The food on the plate was getting cold, but she continued eating.
"Did Jiang Qin grow up with you?"
Mo Yushen nodded: "Yes, and Cheng Weimo too."
It turns out that the man from earlier was named Cheng Weimo.
Xi Jia then asked, "What do you think of Jiang Qinren? Give an objective evaluation."
Mo Yushen: "He has a bad temper, a sharp tongue but a soft heart."
Xi Jia nodded, paused for a moment, and said, "I have an even bigger temper than her. I can't stand the slightest grievance unless I want to. But Jiang Qin is not related to me, so she is definitely not someone I would willingly suffer.
Mo Yushen gestured to her, "Let's eat."
Xi Jia looked up and said, "Let's put this matter behind us today. It's not that I'm being magnanimous, but your recording made me feel much better. You changed one word, which is my favorite word. If I sent it to Jiang Qin, it would definitely be very satisfying."
What she wrote was: She was the only woman.
He recorded: I only love her.
The meal was eaten intermittently.
Xi Jia put down her chopsticks again. "Give me your phone."
Mo Yushen couldn't figure out Xi Jia's thoughts, so he unlocked the device and handed it to her.
“I hate taking advantage of others the most. In return, I’ll record a line for you too.” Xi Jia found the recorder and recorded: “I don’t want to leave either. I will only love Mo Yushen in this life.”
Unable to distinguish between truth and falsehood, Mo Yushen's heart inexplicably skipped a beat.
Chapter Seventeen
Xi Jia always manages to flirt with people unintentionally.
She wasn't like this before she lost her memory, and I don't know where she learned it from.
The message she recorded for him was like poison—colorless and odorless, yet capable of killing instantly.
Soon, somewhere in Mo Yushen's heart, peace returned.
Xi Jia handed him the phone.
“Keep the recording safe, or it will be lost forever. Don’t record it a second time,” she kindly reminded him.
Mo Yushen took the phone; the back of her hand was still warm. He had made a note of the recording.
Xi Jia was in a good mood at the moment, her eyes sparkling.
She asked the waiter to clear the plates and began taking notes, meticulously recording every detail of what happened that evening.
Especially those two recordings, they were word for word.
"I'll go get my coat." Mo Yushen stood up.
The trench coat is still in the private room.
Xi Jia looked up at him thoughtfully. She put down her pen. "Honey, come here."
Why can't we say something when we're so close? Why do we have to make him go over there?
On second thought, he realized he had made a mistake earlier and had almost made her cry, so Mo Yushen indulged her. He walked up to her, put his hands on the sofa behind her, and leaned down.
Xi Jia wrapped one arm around his neck, pointing to his eyes, lips, and heart, "Here, here, here," she said, "they all belong to your wife."
Their noses almost touched.
A warm breath lingered.
Mo Yushen looked into her eyes, which were as clear and bright as the lake water on the mountain, without a trace of impurity.
If it weren't for that scene at the mountain hotel, where he learned she had someone else in her heart, he would have almost thought she loved him at that moment.
Xi Jia let go of him. "Go ahead, you have two minutes. Don't wait up."
Mo Yushen went to the private room.
Jiang Qin had already drunk two glasses of warm water, but she still hadn't calmed down. She had never suffered such a great injustice in her entire life.
The door opened.
Cheng Weimo stood up, asking worriedly, "Are you alright?"
Mo Yushen went to the wardrobe and took out a trench coat. "It's nothing." He then asked, "Aren't you guys back yet?"
Mo Yushen remained calm and composed, as if nothing had happened, which made Cheng Weimo even more uneasy, thinking that Mo Yushen was really angry.
"It was my oversight; I shouldn't have said that," Cheng Weimo took the blame.
Jiang Qin raised her eyelids, annoyed at his lack of self-respect: "What does this have to do with you? If you hadn't asked me to persuade certain people not to get divorced so easily, you wouldn't be spreading other people's private information everywhere."
This morning, Cheng Weimo mentioned to Jiang Qin that Mo Yushen still insisted on getting a divorce. As a grown man, he couldn't very well interfere in other people's marriages.
Jiang Qin is a woman, and she can say anything.
They just divorced like that; who knows, Mo Yushen might regret it someday. Since he was willing to marry her in the first place, Xi Jia must have held a special place in Mo Yushen's heart.
Even though they were strangers at first and had no feelings for each other, Xi Jia was different from other women. Otherwise, Mo Yushen would never have compromised with his family on such an important matter as marriage.
As for Mo Yushen's belief that Xi Jia loves someone else, perhaps Xi Jia really does have someone she likes, but more likely it's just a misunderstanding.
With Xi Jia in this state, no one can clear up this misunderstanding.
We have to wait for the right opportunity.
But when or if the opportunity to clear up this misunderstanding will come is something no one can guarantee.
Cheng Weimo asked Jiang Qin to try to persuade her to stay together if possible.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Qin relapsed into her old ways and started arguing with Xi Jia. She didn't think straight at all, her thoughts just kept flowing out.
Mo Yushen looked at Cheng Weiming and said, "Xi Jia's temper flares up quickly but also subsides quickly. She's fine now."
Cheng Weimo nodded.
The anxiety that had been hanging over me can finally be put to rest.
Mo Yushen grabbed his trench coat and headed for the door.
"Wait a moment!"
Mo Yu stopped and turned his head.
Jiang Qin narrowed her eyes slightly. "Mo Yushen, are you even a man? You actually blocked me on WeChat. I'll give you a chance to explain yourself and apologize!"