The word 'divorce' once again triggered Xiang Haoyu.
He aggressively grabbed her neck. "Meng Yue, tell me the truth. Why do you suddenly want a divorce?
"Did you hook up with another man outside?"
Meng Yue looked at his ferocious face fearlessly. "I should be the one asking you why you suddenly don't want a divorce?"
Xiang Haoyu's eyes flickered. "I suddenly realize that I don't hate you as much as I did!"
Meng Yue endured the discomfort on her neck and looked at him as if he was a monster. "Xiang Haoyu, have you shifted the source of your problem?"
Xiang Haoyu's eyes glinted. He moved closer to her, his hands exerting more pressure. "I think Mom is right. We should have a child!"
With that, he kissed Meng Yue's neck.
After realizing his intentions, Meng Yue grabbed her bag and tried to bash him on the head with it.
However, after it made contact several times, Xiang Haoyu managed to toss it away.
He lost control and tore at Meng Yue's clothes. "Meng Yue, I really regret not caring about you for the past three years. Why did I leave such a beautiful woman like you alone in our new house? I'll make it up to you for those three years right now!" he said.
As he spoke, he ripped her clothes off like a madman!
Meng Yue's eyes narrowed. She grabbed a horned ornament from the shoe cabinet and smashed it over his head.
"Xiang Haoyu, you b******!"
Xiang Haoyu's head buzzed from the impact. Blood seeped out of his forehead and flowed down the corners of his eyes.
Meng Yue didn't feel the slightest bit of heartache. She took out pepper spray from the drawer and aimed it at Xiang Haoyu.
"Are you leaving or not?
"If you don't leave now, the police might be the ones taking you away later!"
Xiang Haoyu glared at her and wiped the blood on his forehead.
When he saw the blood on his hands, he cursed, "Meng Yue, you're f****** cruel!
"I'm your husband!"
Meng Yue gathered up her clothes. At this time, four of the buttons on her collar had been ripped off by him, and the remaining two were on the verge of falling off.
"You won't be soon!"
Xiang Haoyu looked at the pepper spray in her hand and opened the door angrily.
"Meng Yue, if I don't want a divorce, you will forever be my woman!
"You're dreaming if you think you can fool around with others!"
Xiang Haoyu left.
His bloodied fingertips pressed the button for the elevator, and the elevator happened to come down from the floor above.
When the elevator door opened, Xiang Haoyu and Meng Yue were stunned.
At that moment, Mo Hanchen's tall figure was standing in the elevator.
Meng Yue's eyes narrowed, and she subconsciously tightened her grip on her clothes.
Xiang Haoyu, on the other hand, was shocked. Why was Mo Hanchen living here too?
Mo Hanchen was obviously calmer than them. He looked at the blood on Xiang Haoyu's head and smiled teasingly.
"Hey, President Xiang, what a coincidence!"
After that, his gaze shifted to Meng Yue, who was standing behind Xiang Haoyu.
"Ms. Meng, we're really fated to meet!"
Meng Yue's eyes darkened, and she slammed the door shut.
Leaning against the door, Meng Yue felt unnerved!
Why did she feel like she had been caught red-handed when she saw Mo Hanchen?
Also, if Xiang Haoyu really didn't plan on getting a divorce and still insisted on pestering her, what was she going to do?
She looked at the ornament that had just been used to hit Xiang Haoyu and saw blood at the corner. She clenched her fist.
She could not accept Xiang Haoyu's touch!
It wasn't just because Xiang Haoyu had messed around with other women before!
It was because Mo Hanchen had touched her body, so she could not accept any other man, even if he was her husband!
When Xiang Haoyu had tried to molest her, her mind was filled with the night she had spent with Mo Hanchen in the washroom...
"B******!
"I'm really going crazy!"
Outside the room.
Mo Hanchen looked at Xiang Haoyu, who was standing outside the elevator, and graciously asked, "President Xiang, are you going down?"
Xiang Haoyu gloomily entered the elevator.
Mo Hanchen pressed the button to close the door after he entered.
"President Xiang's injury appears to require hospital treatment!"
Xiang Haoyu said, "President Mo, you don't have to worry about me!
"But when did President Mo move into this neighborhood?"
Mo Hanchen's eyes gleamed. "President Xiang, you're mistaken. It's not me who lives here, but my assistant!"
As he spoke, he waved the document in his hand. "I'm here to get a document!
"This needs to be dealt with urgently!"
Mo Hanchen did not hide the contents of the document's front cover and deliberately let Xiang Haoyu see the words 'Xiang Group' on it.
Obviously, it was information about the collaboration between the Xiang Group and the Moyun Group.
"President Mo, I hope you'll reconsider the collaboration between Moyun and the Xiang group. After all, it's not only the Xiang Group that will suffer losses!"
Mo Hanchen took the file and tapped it on his hand.
"Because I wasn't respected, because I was drugged, I was rankled!
"If I'm unhappy, I'll make everyone who displeases me unhappy!"
He looked at the wound on Xiang Haoyu's forehead and said, "Besides, I have plenty of money!
"I don't care about earning that little bit of money from the Xiang Group!"
In the end, he said three words that almost drove Xiang Haoyu crazy.
"I'm just playing!"
When Xiang Haoyu heard this, he was so angry that his knuckles cracked.
"Oh, really? Then I hope you have a good time, President Xiang!
"Also, don't always think about what others have. No matter how wonderful and amazing it is, it's not yours!"
Mo Hanchen laughed mockingly. "Who says it's not?
"I'll also direct these same words to you, President Xiang!"
Xiang Haoyu did not comprehend what Mo Hanchen meant, but he felt that there was a hidden meaning behind his words.
Before he left the elevator, he emphasized, "Meng Yue is my wife. I believe President Xiang knows what etiquette and honor mean!"
Mo Hanchen laughed wrily. "When President Xiang drugged me, sent a woman to my bed, and even planned to force Moyun to provide benefits to the Xiang Group, did you have any etiquette and honor?"
Xiang Haoyu's eyes darkened.
He was afraid that the fact that he had drugged him would always be hanging over his head!
Mo Hanchen continued, "If there's ever a day where I don't know about etiquette and honor, that's because I learned it from President Xiang!"
"You..." Xiang Haoyu said.
Mo Hanchen looked at the constantly jumping numbers and did not give him a single glance.
He warned sternly with an imposing manner, "I believe that President Xiang understands what I mean."
"I don't understand!" Xiang Haoyu retorted angrily.
He instantly had a bad feeling.
Mo Hanchen smirked coldly. "Then, since President Xiang doesn't understand, I might as well explain it clearly!"
"I'm simply toying with your wife to punish you for your mistake. Not finishing the Xiang Group off is already being exceedingly merciful!
"Does President Xiang want me to dig out the Xiang Group's roots? Or do you want me to send you to jail for eight to ten years?"
Xiang Haoyu suddenly panicked. "You can't!"
"I can't?"
Mo Hanchen looked at his flustered face sarcastically. "President Xiang, are you doubting my ability?"
Xiang Haoyu was getting worked up.
He dared not look at Mo Hanchen again. When the elevator reached the first floor, he bolted away in fear.