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

Chapter 807: His Fiancee

She took a few steps forward with a frown, looking at Mo Yixuan in surprise.

She suspected yesterday that the man knew herself. Otherwise she could not find the reason why the man came here to look for her.

“You know me?” He Xiyan pointed at herself.

Mo Yixuan nodded, feeling as if his heart were being cut by a knife. Did he know her? Of course he did, more than simply knowing, more than that...

“What is my relationship with you?” He Xiyan frowned.

She knew that she rejected everything from the past, including the man in front of her. As for the reasons, however, she didn’t know.

“We...” Mo Yixuan could hear his heart bumping as if it were going to burst out. He gave a long sigh while thinking hard to find a suitable identity for him to speak out now.

What should he say? Should he say that he was her ex-husband? In that case, she would ask why they got divorced. The reason behind?

Thinking of the reason for their divorce, Mo Yixuan shut his mouth sensibly. For that reason, he could not even speak out.

As an ex-husband, he was not qualified to interfere with her current life.

After thinking for quite a while, Mo Yixuan opened his mouth, saying, “We are lovers, and you are my fiancee.”

“Fiancee?” He Xiyan frowned, her eyes turning wide open upon hearing the word.

“Yes, we were supposed to get married. The date was fixed. You, however, suddenly disappeared. I have been looking for you for three years, and not until now do I find you.”

Mo Yixuan said so in a low voice, which could not be heard to be false at all. Even his dark eyes were filled with that kind of deep affection.

That was just right to say so, he thought. In this way, he could take Yanyan away openly and directly. Then he would give her a false name. Anyway, she had lost her memory, then just let her say goodbye to the past and completely forget the harm he had brought to her. They would live together again, a happy family of three.

Chen Jiahang aside was gloomy and blue, his eyes bursting with sparks of anger. He took He Xiyan into his arms, holding her tightly as if to claim his ownership.

What was fiancee? Yanyan belonged to him. She was his wife.

“She’s mine.” He said to Mo Yixuan. Although he could not make a sound, the movement of his lips was quite obvious already.

Mo Yixuan understood what Chen Jiahang wanted to say.

“Yours?” He gave a sneer.

When looking at Chen Jiahang, his eyes were full of disdain.

“Dumb, how can you compare with me? What do you have? This dilapidated house?” Mo Yixuan said coldly while glancing at the furnishings in the house. It was really old. That kind of old wooden table, a few simple wooden chairs, and what else was that? Was that a tea table? That was almost decades old.

He disdained to compete with such a man. If it hadn’t been for his disability, he would have called the police already and sent him to prison.

Chen Jiahang was furious. Redness covered his face and ran all the way to his neck. His chest fluctuated violently meanwhile. He stared at Mo Yixuan, just as if he wanted to give him several punches. But at this time, he was also deeply sad, feeling inferior, because he really had nothing. Instead of providing Yanyan with a good life, however, he even let her work and suffer with him.

“Jiahang...”

Noticing the sadness in Chen Jiahang, He Xiyan felt a heartache inexplicably. She held his hands tightly, their fingers crossed. She intended to tell him not to feel upset. She didn’t care that he had no money, and she would not leave him.

She then turned her head to look at Mo Yixuan.