Chapter 704: Mu Xiaoyun’s Husband
“What’s wrong?” Ye Mo grabbed her wrist, checking for illness. Mu Xiaoyun quickly got off the bed without answering.
Ye Mo frowned. Her docile nature made her silence unsettling. He realized she wasn’t sick.
Mu Xiaoyun swiftly grabbed a pair of scissors from the stove and stabbed at her throat.
Suicide? Ye Mo understood—she’d realized he wasn’t her husband.
He stopped the scissors, preventing her attempt. “Why are you committing suicide?” he asked calmly. He was pretending, but her mistaken identity was the root of the problem.
“You… you’re not my dear Mo, not Mo Yousheng! I… I—” She cried, squatting down. Her beloved husband was a fraud.
Ye Mo shook his head. She’d seen through him. He didn’t know how, but he wanted to take her somewhere safe and leave, but that seemed impossible now. Leaving her in her current state was unsuitable.
He didn’t regret using her, but grabbing her chest that morning filled him with remorse. Had he not done that, he could have left easily. Now, leaving might trigger another suicide attempt.
She probably realized his deception because he was potent while Mo Yousheng might have been impotent.
He needed to comfort her, but didn't know how. He recalled her fear in Ci Xi Town, more than longing. Perhaps she was hiding from a man with triangular eyes, encountering him by chance.
After sharing a meal, she became increasingly dependent on him.
“So, are you Mo Yousheng’s fiancée? Married? Have you had intercourse?” he asked. He was sure they hadn’t.
Mu Xiaoyun subconsciously shook her head, stopping her sniffling.
He thought she was incredibly moralistic. Many married women slept with other men and survived.
“Okay, then at most there was an oral agreement between your parents. If there was no ceremony, there’s no connection between you and Mo Yousheng. You’re not his wife, right? What’s there to be troubled about?”
He continued, “Mo Yousheng left you and his mother. He left for years without providing for you. Is someone like that really worth it?
His aunt saved you, but you supported his mother until her death—isn’t that enough repayment? This has nothing to do with him. You don’t owe him anything; he owes you.”
Mu Xiaoyun looked at him dazedly. She’d never considered these issues. Her dependence was on Ye Mo, not Mo Yousheng.
Ye Mo said coldly, “If you want to stay loyal, and we’ve slept together, are you willing to abandon me for scum like him and commit suicide? If you still want to commit suicide, do as you please. I don’t care.”
She looked hopeless, getting up to ram her head against a rock. Even Ye Mo couldn’t save her from that.
He stopped her, her head hitting his stomach. He couldn’t understand her stubbornness.
Realizing she’d hit him, she hugged him. He breathed easy—she seemed to finally understand. He still needed to correct her views, in case she overthought things after he left.
“Xiaoyun, I’m not your husband. I’m from China, outside the magical continent. In China, even real husbands and wives divorce. Men and women are equal. You don’t have to care about what happened between us, much less worry about Mo Yousheng.”
He touched his nose, embarrassed. “Sorry about this morning. You are really pretty, so I couldn’t control myself.”
Mu Xiaoyun shook her head, squeezing his waist, her head resting on his chest. After a while, she looked up. “Husband, you’re right. We’ve slept together, yet I was going to commit suicide because of him. After understanding, I’m even more ashamed and lacked the courage to face you.”
She buried her face in his arms.
Ye Mo stared speechlessly. What logic was this? He didn’t know what to say.
If Mu Xiaoyun entered the outside world, she'd be easily tricked. Even living alone, she’d be vulnerable. Not everywhere was like Huang Ping Village.
Yet, she wasn’t dumb. A dumb woman wouldn’t have thought to cover her face with dirt.
“Um, Xiaoyun, listen to me, you didn’t understand what I meant. The outside—”
Mu Xiaoyun interrupted, calm and looking at him. “Husband, do you think I’m dumb and easily persuaded?”