The Bumpy Road of Marriage: The Ex-Wife Is Expecting

“Chu Ningyi, give me the phone.” Shui Anluo walked quickly and stood in Chu Ningyi’s way. She then reached out and asked for her phone. She had to tell her senior brother that she was alive.

Chu Ningyi stared at her outstretched hand and his expression darkened.

“What, are you that worried that he would blame himself over you?” Chu Ningyi questioned icily.

Shui Anluo took a deep breath and her hand remained outstretched. She eyed him firmly as she said, “Give it to me!”

Chu Ningyi stared at Shui Anluo’s persistence. He could not prevent an icy-cold air from rising around him.

Shui Anluo pursed her lips but did not retreat. She has to have the phone today no matter what.

“Give me a reason, Shui Anluo,” Chu Ningyi said with obvious constraint.

‘A reason?’

Shui Anluo thought that someone like Chu Ningyi would always need a reason. He would always use reason and logic to disperse his feelings.

“Chu Ningyi, I can’t let those who care about me wallow in remorse and suffer just to get revenge against someone who’s hurt me,” Shui Anluo explained slowly. She spoke with particular seriousness.

“Those who care about you?” Chu Ningyi repeated those words but in a mocking and cynical way. “Or do you mean those who love you?”

“Chu Ningyi!” Shui Anluo cried out angrily.

She did not know if she had lost her temper because he had pointed out the fact of the situation or because she could not understand the kind of logic behind that irrationality. Whatever it was, she was now enraged.

“Not only do you not understand emotions, you’re a pig who has no clue what emotions even mean,” Shui Anluo cried out and immediately pushed him away to run back to her room.

Her feelings for her senior brother were those of respect.

It was common courtesy to not cause others to worry about her but he does not seem to know this.

Not only was he ignorant, but he had also grimaced and turned his nose up against this form of courtesy.

Chu Ningyi turned around just in time to see Shui Anluo slam the guest room’s door shut. Shui Anluo’s words were still ringing in his ears. She actually had the guts to call him a pig, was this woman getting bolder?

The intensity of the search and rescue operation downstream from the disaster area was markedly decreased and only army officers with orders for reconnaissance remained. Mo Lusu, who had not left at all, was also there.

Mo Lusu placed his arms behind his back in the dark as the same image continued to flash before his eyes — the image of Shui Anluo falling into the landslide.

Lan Xin, who was nearby, clenched her fists. She did not believe that Shui Anluo could still be alive after so many days. Perhaps her body had been buried beneath the mud?

Lan Xin sneered icily at this thought. She pulled her phone out and wrote a message before sending it out.

Ten in the morning tomorrow at the café across the road from the hospital.

Once Lan Xin sent the message, she deleted it. She then switched her phone off, put it away and walked towards Mo Lusu.

Lan Xin walked over and held Mo Lusu’s arm gently. “Lusu, it’s been four days, you should give up,” she suggested mournfully.

“Let me go,” Mo Lusu spat icily. “Lan Xin, it was certainly an appropriate time for you to feel unwell,” said Mo Lusu as he suddenly turned to face her. However, there was an endless chill in his eyes.

Lan Xin shivered and her light blue eyes appeared agonized from his doubt. “Lusu, what do you mean?”

“You don’t understand what I mean? Somehow, you had to deliver medicine when the rain was heaviest. Somehow, you also felt unwell at that very moment.” Mo Lusu slowly forced her into retreat. Each word was so cold that it seemed to be drenched in poison.