The Problem with Marrying Rich: Out of the Way, Ex - Chapter 11

Chapter 11: Get an Abortion, Please? 1
Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio

He Xiyan pushed herself up from the floor, stumbling. She cautiously got up the stairs against the wall, her legs still stiff from curling all night that she still couldn’t take a step.
She rubbed her eyes that were too swollen to open, her face pale and her lips bloodless.
She had been thinking all night about what she should do. She even thought about letting it go, but just the thought of ending their marriage and living a life without Yixuan suffocated her. 7
She couldn’t bear it. She really could not. She couldn’t accept their three years to end like this.
She dragged herself to the familiar bedroom and grasped the man’s sleeves with her frozen hands.
She exposed her tired face to the sight of the three people in the room who were working their ways to get her signature.
Xia Yuwei was struck for a moment but soon put out her touchingly delicate look.
Li Qin snorted without a hint of sympathy or guilt.
Mo Yixuan twisted his tall body and shed a deep look at the woman in front of him who had been his wife for three years, a woman who loved him with her life.
His heart twisted unexpectedly. He clenched his fingers, different expressions fleeting on his face.
When he released his fist, he held the hand on his sleeves.
Its coldness disturbed him and put a knot between his brows.
How come it’s so cold? And why are her eyes red and swollen like this? Did she cry all night? Silly girl. 4
A pang of sorrow sliced through his heart.
Mo Yixuan closed his eyes while holding it more strongly.
“Yixuan, can we talk, please?” Xiyan asked, tears clogging her throat. Her voice could barely be heard because of the raucity from night long crying.
Mo Yixuan nodded.
He does owe her a chance to talk, or an explanation.
Xiyan led him out. 2
This was between them. She only wanted to talk to him alone, without others.
She dragged him out of their bedroom, around the living room, to a guest room to the most left.
In the guest room the couple looked at each other and for long words failed them.
Two days earlier they were still gaily married. Though life was dried out by a lack of passion and romance, they respected and understood each other. But everything changed in the past 48 hours, together with the weather.
“I’m sorry! Yanyan, I’m really sorry!” The man’s deep voice first broke the silence, filled with guilt. 2
For six months he had been tortured by his guilt for this woman, and the day before it was even overwhelming. That’s why he tried so hard to put up a poker face, because he’s afraid that otherwise he couldn’t harden up to break it to her.
Truth is, he hurt, too. He might not love her in a romantic way, but more like he had gotten used to having her around and being attended by her. He thought he could just live a life just like that until he met Xia Yuwei, the woman who was also good to him and who was almost hit by a car because of him. 9
Even then he had not indulged himself with the idea of leaving Yanyan, but Yuwei was pregnant, with his child. He couldn’t let his own child born out of wedlock, and he wanted to be a father himself, let alone his mother’s longing for a grandson. 3
He Xiyan shook her head hard.
She didn’t want his apology, not even a single word of it.
“Yixuan,” she squeezed his arm, “you tell her to get rid of the baby, will you? You want a child, I can give you a child. The doctor said that I’ve been cured and that I can get pregnant now. Even if I can’t we can take other ways. We can also even try vitro fertilization.” 4
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Chapter 12: The Woman Whom He Did Not Love but for Whom His Heart Ached
Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio

She was only 24. As long as he was willing to wait, she was willing to give up everything in order to bear his children. 2
Mo Yixuan’s brows rose and his expression immediately changed when she uttered the words, “abort the baby”.
“What did you just say?” He asked He Xiyan, his gaze turning cold.
Xiyan bit her lips and her chest rose and fell rapidly as she became more agitated. Her heart squeezed when she clocked his change in expression and she even started to become fearful.
“Yixuan,” Xiyan rushed to correct herself, as if she knew she had spoken too hastily earlier. 1

“Let’s try to resolve this together, shall we? If you want that child so much, we could give that girl a sum of money, and raise the child together after it’s born.”
If only he could just send that girl away, she would raise that child as her own. She had always wanted to have a baby and yearned to become a mother, so even if the child was not her own, she would raise it as her own.
Mo Yixuan suddenly squeezed his eyes shut. He felt a dull ache in his chest at her words.
He looked up towards the ceiling and he arms suddenly tightened around her as he drew her into his embrace.
“Yan Yan, what shall I do with you?”
He thought as he patted her back. His heart seemed to tangle up in knots. 1
She was such a silly woman. He did not really love her, but for some reason, his heart ached for her. 5
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“Yixuan, I really don’t want to leave you. Shall we not divorce?” He Xiyan said hoarsely as she sobbed, her request filled with despair and sincerity.

She loved him so much and had loved him since she was 19. She had come up with all sorts of ways to go after him back then; she knew that she would always love him for the rest of her life.
Mo Yixuan blinked rapidly, as though a piece of dirt had lodged itself in his eyes. His eyes misted over, and his arms tightened even more around He Xiyan.
Suddenly, he was reminded of the past –
Five years ago, there was often a girl who stood nearby secretly using a camera to capture his back view at Zhejiang University. He did not even know how many photos she took and each time he acted like he was unaware.
Four years ago, he received a birthday present from a girl. It was a handmade birthday cake and a $1,500 watch that the girl bought with the money she had earned as a tutor. The watch he wore back then was worth way more than the one he had received, but still, he had worn it ever since. He had also received a card along with all those gifts, which read:
Brother Yixuan, I really, really like you. What shall I do? Can I be your girlfriend? I will love you more than any of your other admirers, truly! The girl then left her number at the back of the card. 2

He had only scoffed when he read the contents of the card, then dialled the number at the back and said, “”Book a room in a hotel and wait for me.”

He assumed that he had scared the girl away with his words, but unexpectedly, that night he received a reply from that girl, “He Lan Hotel, Room 803.” 1
His heart really ached.
“Yan Yan…” Mo Yixuan suddenly cupped his wife’s face in his hands.
When that lovely face came clearly into view, he felt an intense pain, as though something was chewing on his heart.
He reached out and gently wiped the tears away from her face and her eyes which had almost been swollen shut.
She looked extremely gaunt, to the point where it made him feel even worse. 2
He bent down, picked her up, then walked to the bedside, gently laid her on the bed and tucked her in.
“Rest well, I’m off to work.” He pinched her face, as was his usual habit. Then, he strode toward the door.
“Yixuan…”
He Xiyan swiftly sat up when she saw that he was about to leave.
Mo Yixuan turned back and the pain and uncertainty he felt was written clearly all over his face.
“Let me think about it.” 3
He heaved a long sigh, but still walked out of that door without any hesitation. He needed time to think.