<h4>Chapter 35: No More Lunch Deliveries</h4>


    <strong>Trantor: </strong>Larbre Studio <strong>Editor: </strong>Larbre Studio


    Yuwei still couldn’t get it over with, smashing pillows at home as her anger built up.


    She was pregnant, when she needed his care andpany most, whereas all her lover cared about was work, work, work. She put up with his cold persona and yed the good girl before as apetition strategy. Now that He was out of the picture, she wouldn’t allow this to continue.


    “Mother... Can you call Yixuan and make sure he gets home at dinner time tonight? My mom ising to visit and wants to see her son-inw.” She groaned to Li Qin, who was about the only one in the house that took her seriously. Even the help tried to stay away from her as far as possible as if she would eat them alive someday.


    —


    At Tianyu Building


    People rushed into the dining hall after a fully loaded afternoon.


    In a secretary room on the 28th floor, Yang Yan and Liu Lili were having lunch they took upstairs. Thepany had upgraded employee benefitstely that also added more to the work lunch menu, fish, shrimp, chicken thigh, you name it.


    Even their boss was spotted in the dining hall that day.


    An intriguing irony was that Mo had skipped staff dining for a month while a girl named Xia Yuwei hand delivered his lunch personally. What happened? It ended as soon as she was made Mrs. Mo?


    “Lili, you see, our lunch got better as soon as Xia stoppeding,” Yang Yan joked, entertaining herself during work with gossip, be it about celebrities or their boss.


    “Why would she do that again?” Liu Lili swirled her chair, sparring a scornful look, “She’s Mrs. Mo now, got what she wanted, why bother?”


    She already saw through that woman. That woman was a born actress, pretending to be a good wife material only to get her prey.


    “Like I said,” Yan Yang put down the chopsticks, “she was too good to be true. The lunch, little cookies for us, it’s all about posing. You see, the minute she got Mr. Mo to marry her she stoppeding, what, for a month now? But at least our lunch is better now.”


    The two girls kept chatting and joking around in the office.


    Another office, though, was dead coldpared to this one.


    Two men sat across each other, both boasting a tall and broad physique, each reading a budget report in his hands. Smoke that was too much to be sucked away by air purifier filled the office.


    All of a sudden one of the men stood up and tossed his report away, leaning forward with his hands pressed against the table and staring at the other with dagger eyes.


    “Yixuan, why did you let her go? She’s a good woman, good to you.” The man blurted, breaking the silence.


    The man was Yang Mingyu, the second chair of Tianyu Group as well as a friend Mo had known for life.


    Mingyu was on a business trip abroad and came back only to hear from people in thepany gossiping about their divorce, which could be disastrous to Tianyu’s stocks if it got out.