The Problem with Marrying Rich: Out of the Way, Ex

In the police station, Mo Yixuan sat there motionless like a sculpture, with a cold face. He answered whatever the policeman asked, all the questions answered truthfully.

Now that he dared to do, he was not afraid of anything.

The police knew him well. Therefore, instead of making things difficult for him, they even made him tea. However, they dared not offend the man he hurt either.

The policeman said with some embarrassment, “Well, Mr. Mo, although you were fighting, you were the one who started it after all, and you used sharp tools as well. If the other side intends to sue you, you still have to bear legal responsibility.” The police told him the truth. They had no other way either. Besides, they had to enforce the law impartially at critical moments.

Mo Yixuan nodded. “I see.”

Outside the police station, he hit his car with one punch and kicked it bitterly. He hated Ye Hao, but he hated himself even more.

Hating himself for not being good to He Xiyan for so many years, he hated himself more for destroying his own happiness one year ago.

Back home, his hatred still could not be alleviated, his face red and purple with firing anger. As for the injuries on his face, he didn’t care at all, unaware that his left side of face was swollen and blue.

At the first sight of his son, Li Qin found something wrong. She also noticed the obvious wound on his face. One sight would suggested that he was beaten.

Whoever dared to beat his son must want to die, mustn’t he?

“What’s wrong with you, Yixuan? Who beat you?” Li Qin grabbed his son’s sleeve, looking at his son’s face painfully. She immediately ordered the maids to find something to relieve swelling.

Mo Yixuan directly shook off his mother’s hand, a face full of indifference and irritation.

This small injury was nothing at all in his eyes. The real pain was in his heart, like a knife cut.

“Yixuan, you tell me, who beat you on the earth? I will order someone to beat him to death.” Daring to beat his son, he must be tired of living, mustn’t he?

Mo Yixuan curled his mouth corner coldly a little, still not responding to his mother. He did not want to answer, nor was he in the mood to say anything. He turned and went upstairs to his bedroom, closed his eyes painfully and fell on his bed.

Downstairs, how could Li Qin stay calm? For so many years, no one have had the courage to touch the Mo Family, except that her son had a fight with Ye Hao last year.

Taking out her cell phone, Li Qin planned to call his brother, Li Yunsheng, who was a senior officer of the Ye City Procuratorate. If Yixuan did not tell her though, she would send someone to find out who beat him. She would find every way to send him to jail for three to five years.

“Yunsheng, Yixuan was beaten. I don’t know who beat him. You send someone to find out the exact person and then put him in prison for several years.” On the phone, Li Qin said angrily to her brother without stop.

Although her husband Mo Xuming was absent, she would not allow anyone to bully her son and grandson, as long as she was alive.

She had no other capabilities but interpersonal links. Her mother’s family, Li Family, were all high-ranking officials and dignitaries. There was nothing but power.

Li Yunsheng, at the other side of the phone, was stunned at first. Obviously out of expectation, he immediately responded with embarrassment.

“Sister, I’ve already inquired about the fight. The thing was like this, he started the fight and beat Ye Zhiyuan’s son Ye Hao in the West Lake Restaurant. He cut his neck. Now Ye Hao is still lying in the hospital. I’m now worried about how to solve the case if Ye family sues him.”