The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy

Ai Mijia’s exquisite and delicate makeup was flawless. She donned an elegant smile and said in amusement, “Room for discussion? The dust should have settled long ago but no, Ye Shu didn’t want to end it and now Nalan Jing doesn’t want to end it. You haven’t given me room to discuss, but now you want to discuss it with me? Don’t you think it’s a little ridiculous and funny?”

“Ai Mijia, it’s me you want to kill. Let Xixi go and take me instead.” Wen Jie pushed Gu Tianmu away and wanted to walk to Ai Mijia, but Gu Tianmu held her arm to stop her.

“Even if you want to die, you have to wait until that bitch comes over. I want to watch both of you die together,” Ai Mijia said, holding Xixi as she walked to the sofa and sat down. She looked at Xixi tenderly as she said, “Baby, stay still, okay? My dagger doesn’t have eyes. Your neck is so slim and thin, if I accidentally chop it into half, your mommy and daddy will be so sad.”

Ai Mijia was talking rather softly, but Ye Yuwei heard every word she said clearly. She squeezed Ye Xicheng’s shoulder anxiously as she stared at Ai Mijia, not even daring to blink.

Wen Lan was dragged into the hall and shoved onto the floor of the living room.

Wen Lan looked like a lunatic from an asylum with her messy hair and dirty face. When she looked up and saw Ai Mijia, she wanted to pounce on her like a predator attacking its prey. Ai Mijia’s hand twitched a little when she saw Wen Lan looking at her like that.

“Butler Kim, hold her down,” Ye Yuwei shouted abruptly, voice trembling. “Ai Mijia, calm down.”

Ai Mijia looked at the woman who was pressed down to the floor and chuckled, “Yes, I do need to calm down. It’s such a fragile neck and I’m afraid I will—”

“Ai Mijia, Ai Mijia!” Wen Lan glared at Ai Mijia fiercely, her eyes bulging.

Ai Mijia glanced at Wen Lan who was crouching on the ground, then shifted her gaze to Wen Jie and said with a smile, “Wen Jie, you have lived such a miserable life. We should have let bygones be bygones and gone our separate ways, but your son doesn’t want to spare me. So now, kneel before me.”

Kneel?

Wen Jie looked at Ai Mijia and the dagger in her hand, slowly shaking and turning. “Okay, okay, I’ll kneel, I’ll do as you say.” Wen Jie raised her hand to stop Ai Mijia and dropped to her knees without any hesitation.

Gu Tianmu’s expression darkened. Unfortunately, his right hand was completely useless and he wasn’t confident enough of the mobility of his left hand. If he made a wrong move even once, his granddaughter would be in great danger.

Ye Yuwei clenched her fists and looked at her mother-in-law kneeling on the floor and Ai Mijia sitting on the sofa like a wicked witch.

Ai Mijia laughed out loud and glared at the women on the floor. “The two princesses of the Wen family are finally surrendering to me. You are finally kneeling in front of me today.”

There was excitement and frenzied rage in Ai Mijia’s tone which scared Ye Yuwei because the more excited she was, the more likely she would hurt Xixi.

Gu Juexi returned to Gu Mansion. He practically jumped out of the car, rushed into the living room and saw the horrific scene in front of him.

“Ai Mijia!” Gu Juexi stood next to Ye Yuwei.

“Daddy, Daddy!” Xixi yelled at the top of her lungs, and felt a sharp pain on her neck.

“Well, looks like the main cast is almost here, where are Nalan Jing and his little bastard?” Ai Mijia laughed leisurely. “I had planned to leave this afternoon. Gu Juexi, why are you so persistent? Wouldn’t it be great if you had just pretended I was dead?”