My Wife Longs for Divorce Every Day Chapter 980

Chapter 980: 70, Mo Bai Extra 70, her Xiaobai's voice is even more soothing and pleasant to the ear Chapter 980: 70, Mo Bai Extra 70, her Xiaobai's voice is even more soothing and pleasant to the ear Mango quickly accepted her friend request.

Mo Weiyi sent Xiao Yebai's medical case to her and, after a brief communication, Mango sent over an address of a studio.

After a glance, it happened to be not far from the Lishui Bay Villa.

The National Day holiday was just around the corner, and even the law firms had to take a three-day break according to the national statutory holidays, so she felt it inappropriate to ask someone to work overtime during their vacation.

Unexpectedly, Mango directly proposed to have a consultation at 7 p.m. the next evening.

Which was precisely the last working day before the National Day holiday.

Mango: “You are a client introduced by President Huo, naturally, I must give him this face.”

Mo Weiyi: “…”

Cough cough.

Okay, taking back the previous complaints about President Huo, some people are actually pretty responsible!

After making an appointment, Mo Weiyi immediately sent a WeChat message to Xiao Yebai to tell him the good news, but just as she had typed a few characters…

“Knock knock knock,” the desk was suddenly tapped a few times.

Mo Weiyi quickly lifted her head, “What's wrong, Yunyun?”

“Didn't you see the email? Meeting in the big conference room at 10:30! Hurry up!” Xia Chuyun said as she stood up.

Mo Weiyi had been preoccupied with communicating Xiao Yebai's condition with the psychologist, so she had no time to check her emails. Hearing this, she quickly exited WeChat, picked up her notebook, and hurried off to the meeting.

The divorce case hearing was scheduled for the morning of the first day back after the National Day holiday at 10 a.m.

Since she had decided to go to court, Mrs. Wang was very cooperative, and the collection of relevant evidence was almost complete. Mo Weiyi had been preparing the litigation arguments and related materials since last night and was very confident about this case.

At lunchtime, however, she suddenly received a call from an unfamiliar number.

The man on the phone introduced himself as He Bowen, the attorney commissioned by Mr. Wang.

Mr. Wang was forty-six years old this year, and he was in the hotel business. His chain hotel brand had outlets across the country and was worth a considerable fortune. Now, divorcing Mrs. Xu at this time, a large sum of his assets was at stake; naturally, he did not want to let go easily.

But if it really came to court, one would be the fact that making things big and getting caught cheating could negatively affect both his and the hotel's image, potentially impacting future business as well.

Secondly, going to court would mean spending time and money, plus the mistress was about to give birth to the child she was carrying, and she couldn't wait…

In short, the timing was a critical issue.

So it was clear that the purpose of this call was to allow the lawyers from both sides to communicate in advance and see if the parties could make concessions to one another, ultimately achieving the goal of settling the divorce without going to trial.

Mo Weiyi held the phone to her ear while eating with a fork in her other hand, listening as the lawyer on the other side went on and on.

“Lawyer Mo.” The man finally finished stating his client's demands, “Yurui is a place where I once worked, and I've been good friends with Chenyu over the years. I have dealt with the lawyers from Yurui many times, but this is my first time dealing with Miss Mo. I heard this is also your first case after entering the profession, right?”

Mo Weiyi put down the fork, took a napkin to wipe the corner of her mouth, and then slowly said, “Does my personal resume have anything to do with this case itself?”

“Miss Mo, don't be too sensitive,” the man said, followed by a suppressed chuckle.

Honestly, through the handset, it was slightly magnetic, the kind of male bass that would make a woman's heart flutter…

But Xiaobai's voice was even more charming! And nicer to listen to!

And he was super handsome too!

Mo Weiyi silently made the comparison and reached a conclusion.

“It's just that, as your semi-senior, I do hope we can reach a consensus, after all, if both our clients can make concessions, it saves us lawyers trouble as well. Why not do it, Miss Mo?”

“Since that is the case, since Lawyer He has already stated Mr. Wang's demands, now let me state the demands of my client, Mrs. Xu Meilin.”

There was a second of silence on the phone, then the man said in a deep voice, “I'm all ears.”

“First, Mr. Wang must disclose all his properties, and those acquired during the marriage shall be reasonably divided according to the 'Marriage Law'; second, Mr. Wang has already had an affair three years ago and purchased a villa, an Audi sedan, including monthly living expenses, gifts for holidays and so on for the mistress, all which must also be disclosed; third, Mr. Wang must apologize for slandering my client's private life recently due to the divorce, and the attitude must be sincere; fourth, Mr. Wang…”

Xia Chuyun on the other side held a knife and fork, her mouth slightly open, completely stunned.

“If Mr. Wang cannot agree to the above six conditions, I think there's no need for further discussion, and we may as well see each other in court.”

“Miss Mo…”

Because of Mo Weiyi's resolute attitude, the reconciliation call ended in discord.

After hanging up the phone, Mo Weiyi picked up a fork and speared a small piece of dessert fruit, placing it in her mouth.

“Weiyi.”

Mo Weiyi looked up, “What's up?”

Xia Chuyun smiled and watched her, “You really get into work mode so fast! I heard that this time Mr. Wang hired He Bowen of Junhe Law Firm, also known as He Dazhuang, who is a legend in handling divorce cases! Many of the divorce cases for wealthy families are his responsibility, and, oh right, he seems to be Lu Chenyu's senior too. A few years ago, when I was still a junior assistant, he was still working at our law firm, extremely handsome. Lu Chenyu was always very polite to him, and when he opened his own firm, Lu Chenyu even sent a flower basket.”

“Oh,” Mo Weiyi responded with an nonchalant air, “He's my master's senior, not mine. Do I have to give him face?”

Putting down the fork, she continued with a carefree smile, “Besides, I'm a lawyer, my job is to secure my client's legal rights! Not to behave like brothers in arms with the opposing lawyer!”

“Exactly! That's why I think you're so awesome!” Xia Chuyun was genuinely impressed.

Five years ago, when she had just graduated from college and was working as a junior assistant at Yurui, most of her daily tasks were menial errands.

At that time, He Bowen was already considered a leading lawyer at the firm, second only to Lu Chenyu in prestige. Unlike Lu Chenyu's serious and unsmiling style, He Bowen always greeted people with a smile, so he was very popular with everyone at the firm, almost like a male god…

But this man, when in court, was incredibly articulate and meticulous, forcing his opponents to retreat in defeat with just a few words. He was truly a smiling tiger!

Wow, Weiyi was really bold to speak so sharply to such a formidable two-faced person!

Admirable, admirable!

**
Back at the law firm, Mo Weiyi immersed herself in the preparation of litigation documents.

Just before the end of the workday, she received another phone call from He Bowen.

“Miss Mo, regarding Mr. Wang's case, I've conducted further communication with him, and Mr. Wang has made some concessions. I'm free tonight; would it be convenient for you to meet up somewhere to talk about this now?”

Mo Weiyi glanced at the time, “Sure, just tell me the address.”

“All right.”

After hanging up, Mo Weiyi stood up, “Yunyun, if Master asks later, tell him I've gone to meet a client.”

“Okay.”

Just as Mo Weiyi stepped into the elevator to go downstairs, she received a phone call from Xiao Yebai.

She answered, “Xiaobai.”

“I'm coming to pick you up from work,” Xiao Yebai's deep voice came through.

Mo Weiyi sighed, “But I have an important meeting tonight, so you don't need to come.”

“Working overtime?”

“No, I have a client meeting,” said Mo Weiyi as she quickly walked out of the building, “and the client is quite a handful; I don't know what time we'll finish.”

“Tell me the address.”

“How about this,” Mo Weiyi thought for a moment, “you go home and have dinner first. I'll message you to pick me up after I finish talking tonight.”

The phone was silent for a few seconds.

Mo Weiyi immediately frowned.

After all, Xiaobai had been so clingy, gentle, and also vulnerable recently. She was about to start explaining when…

“Okay.”

Hearing this word, Mo Weiyi immediately smiled, “Good boy.”

Xiao Yebai: “…”

Just then, her phone indicated an incoming call, “Okay, gotta hang up now.”

Without waiting for a reply, she swiftly ended the call.

Indeed, it was a Didi driver who had been called.

“Master, I've already come downstairs and will be there shortly,” she said into the phone.

“…”
After hanging up, she jogged along the road to the car, pulled the door open, and sat down.

The white Audi sped away.

Not far behind, Xiao Yebai sat in his car, his long fingers suddenly gripping the steering wheel tightly.

When he saw a black Audi suddenly pass by.

Almost without thinking, he started the engine and quickly drove off as well.

10 minutes later.

A shrill ringtone echoed in the living room.

Before long, a man in black walked out from the bedroom.

“Young Master Quan,” his subordinate quickly handed him the phone.

Quan Muze took the call, “Speak.”

“Young Master Quan,” the subordinate on the line reported, “Miss Mo got into a white Audi after work tonight, and when we followed, we discovered Xiao Yebai's car was following right behind us.”

“Oh?” Quan Muze licked his lips, his expression cold.

“Should we continue following? I'm concerned that if we do, Xiao Yebai might notice us.”

“If you're discovered, then you won't need to continue your work,” he coldly replied.

“Understood, got it.”

After hanging up, Quan Muze set down his phone and turned back to his bedroom.

It was 5:15 in the afternoon. Dusk was nearing. The bedroom faced north with curtains tightly drawn, which made it appear even colder and darker.

The man reached out and fiercely pressed the light switch.

Instantly, the room was bathed in bright light.

Initially lying on the bed, the young man immediately closed his eyes, waiting to adjust to the harsh light before he slowly opened them again and turned to look over.

Quan Muze approached him, “Ling Zhizhou, did you get tortured in there or what?”

Since being released from prison a month ago, he had hidden himself every day in this north-facing room, venturing neither outside the door nor speaking a word, refusing any communication, spending his days in this self-imposed isolation; he was like a completely different person from the sunny, youthful man he was three years ago.

Ling Zhizhou now appeared thin and dark, his hair cropped close to the scalp, revealing faded stubble indicative of his time served, with scars barely visible, lacking any trace of vitality.

At that moment, hearing Quan Muze's question, he showed no reaction, merely withdrawing his gaze and closing his eyes again.

Quan Muze reached out, grabbed him by the collar, and yanked him up, “Can't you say a damn word? Who are you playing dead for in here?”

Ling Zhizhou's neck was constricted, his face turning purple and red, his mouth agape, gasping for air.

However, even so, he remained silent, his eyes dull and lifeless.

He was like a mannequin with its soul sucked out, utterly devoid of any spark of life.

Quan Muze bit down hard on his teeth, suddenly let go, and threw him back onto the bed, “Useless trash!”

As he turned to leave, a voice suddenly came from behind him.

“Useless…”
Quan Muze stopped in his tracks and turned to face him.

“I'm useless… I'm useless… I'm useless…” Ling Zhizhou lay on the bed, but other than these three words repeated under his breath, there was still no sign of life in him.

Quan Muze clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking.

…
With a “bang,”
the bedroom door was slammed shut.

“Mr. Quan.”

Agui immediately stood up from the couch in the living room.

Quan Muze's face was cold as he sat down opposite her, “What are you doing here?”

“Mr. Quan, our partnership with Xintai Energy was supposed to be signed tomorrow, but this afternoon, they suddenly told me that another company wants to invest in their project.”

“Didn't we already reach an agreement?”

“Yes, we were just one step away from signing the contract, but now…” Agui hesitated, clearly troubled.

“Which company?” Quan Muze picked up the lighter on the table and expertly lit a cigarette, placing it in his mouth.

“It's the Mo Group.”

The living room fell into a deathly silence.

“Mr. Quan.” Agui furrowed her brows, “The manager Liu from Xintai Energy told me that the Mo Group offered a price twice as high as ours, and as far as I know, before today, the Mo Group had never had any business dealings with Xintai Energy. Could it be…”

Quan Muze slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, “This case has already reached the final stage; do you realize how big our losses will be if they back out now?”

“I understand, but this matter…” Agui lowered her head, “I'm sorry, it was my oversight. I really didn't expect Xintai Energy to suddenly renege…”

With a “bang,”
Quan Muze fiercely slammed the lighter onto the coffee table, where it bounced and fell to the floor.

“I've repeatedly reminded you that when things seem to be going smoothly, that's when you need to be even more careful and vigilant. Did you take my words as nothing but the wind by your ears?”

Agui didn't dare to speak.

The subordinates nearby didn't dare raise their heads either.

The setting sun cast a slanting glow, and the light in the room grew darker, making the atmosphere more tense and gloomy.

Who knows how long passed.

“Have you found the psychologist I asked for?”

Agui hurriedly replied, “I've found her, but the mango doctor is so famous that her appointments are booked up to half a month later. We have to wait until after the National Day holiday to make another appointment.”

“That's too long.”

Ling Zhizhou had been out of prison for a month.

In the first week, he was given time to recover, since anyone would shed a layer of skin after spending three years in such a place–let alone someone like Ling Zhizhou, a tender scholar who had never suffered any brutality in society.

From the second week, he had Agui bring in a doctor for an examination.

At first, Ling Zhizhou was very opposed to it, and in the end, they could only administer sedatives to him.

The doctor told him that Ling Zhizhou had suffered severe physical abuse and psychological trauma while in prison. Although his body had recovered, it might be very difficult to heal the psychological wounds – a long time and targeted treatment would be necessary.

Targeted treatment…

Quan Muze's gaze turned frosty.

Years ago, Ling Zhizhou stabbed Xiao Yebai with a dagger. The victim didn't die, but the Mo Family had charged him with the crime of attempted murder.

Even though Ling Zhizhou turned himself in and exposed two of his accomplices in the Mo Group, his sentence was reduced due to his good attitude in admitting fault, but he was still thrown in with criminal offenders.

Those were the real desperados, some with severe mental distortions, paranoiac psychopaths, sentenced to life imprisonment. They formed cliques in prison and–to them–sexual assault and torturing other inmates were almost the norm.

Because they had to sever ties, honestly, Quan Muze indeed hadn't cared about this younger brother for three years, not expecting…

Suddenly, the burnt-out cigarette ash fell.

Quan Muze winced as the back of his hand was burned, snapping back to reality.

Seeing this, Agui's eyes stung with urgency as she stepped forward, “Mr. Quan, let me get you some ointment…”

“Immediately contact the psychologist,” Quan Muze interrupted her icily. “If she won't come, then tie her up and bring her here!”

“…Yes.”

Chapter end

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