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

In the evening, the light from the setting sun shone into the Mo family home, casting the entire house in its sad, beautiful glow.

Up in the master bedroom on the second floor, He Xiyan was packing her belongings.

A change of clothes, shoes, socks, towels….she only took away her daily necessities and packed them away into a medium sized travel suitcase.

She had personally overseen the decorations of this room and selected the furniture here, but this room will no longer be hers to live in.

She turned to look at a 60-inch wedding portrait on the wall. The portrait had captured her smile, dazzling and sweet, her arms around the man by her side, a picture of bliss, in sharp contrast to her current worn and gaunt features.

He would probably throw this away tonight.

She shook her head helplessly, a wry smile on her face.

She laughed at herself.

She looked down and spotted the ring she still wore on her ring finger, a customized pink diamond that was worth over 300,000 dollars. It still gleamed brightly on her finger, but this luster was now a thorn that pierced her eyes.

She carefully took off that ring and soon, only a pale imprint remained on her finger.

She placed the ring in a box and left the box on the nightstand.

Then, she unclasped the customized bejeweled necklace around her neck and similarly, left it on the nightstand.

“Yixuan, I’m returning everything you have given me.”

These were the only two things he had ever given her.

She turned around and dug out a down jacket from the closet and put it on.

This house was very chilly; the chill spread across her body and into her heart.

She closed the door to this room, a room she would never enter again.

As she turned around and carried her suitcase down the stairs, the familiar smell of food cooking wafted up the stairs.

It was a very strong smell of something cooking.

The sound of her luggage rolling down the stairs attracted the attention of those who were busy in the kitchen.

Both Li Qin and Xia Yuwei emerged from the kitchen.

They stared coldly at the woman and her small luggage but did not stay a word, as though they wanted to witness her departure, as though they wanted to bask in her humiliation.

The maids, Wu Xiaomin and Lin Yanyan both stepped out and approached He Xiyan.

“Young mistress, please leave after you’ve eaten. You haven’t eaten the whole day.” They both said in unison.

They still acknowledged her as their young mistress, for they had yet to change this habit.

He Xiyan shook her head politely at the two girls.

The fact that only the Mo family servants showed any concern for her during her last moments in this house made her feel even more bitter.

Wu Xiaomin fished out a set of car keys from her pocket.

“Young mistress, sir just called Driver Wang to pass this set of keys to you. Driver Wang had already left for the day so he asked me to pass it to you instead. Sir said that this car is for you to drive and as for the money, he will wire it to the personal bank account he opened for you in three installments.”

He Xiyan looked at the car keys in Little Wu’s hands. These were the keys to the Rolls Royce, the most expensive car in the house.

What was she going to do with that car though? She was just an ordinary girl, so why would she need such a luxurious car?

He Xiyan shook her head once more at Little Wu and an awkward smile flashed across her eyes.

She turned around and left this house without any hesitation.

As the sun set and darkness took its place, her figure was slowly swallowed by the night.