<h4>Chapter 148: Mo Yixuan, Go to Hell</h4>


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


    After she finished washing up, she slowly made her way to the dining room. The moment the chef spotted her, he brought out the nutritious meal that he had prepared beforehand.


    There was a small bowl of yam congee, a cup of warm milk, one fried egg and two small slices of bread.


    These foods went well together and it was a bnced diet but it was far too nd. One look at it and she lost her appetite. She had been eating these kinds of food over the past few days and was especially craving spicy food.


    Spicy food such as her favorite dishes when she was still a student – hot and sour noodles, spicy hot pot, or street foods such as barbequed or braised meat.


    Oh no, there must be something wrong with her taste buds.


    She remembered when she was pregnant with Yuan Yuan, she preferred light foods such as vegetables and fruits, but it was the opposite this time and she found herself craving for food with a heavier taste.


    She had a craving for anything spicy or sour but unfortunately, most of these foods were not suitable or had to be eaten in moderation for pregnant women.


    He Xiyan cast her eyes downward and was resigned to her healthy breakfast. She felt like she was eating wax.


    Ye Hao was still in the bedroom. He opened hisptop and was trying to quickly settle some of thepany’s pressing issues. Although all the subsidiaries of Huayang Group had taken a break for the holidays, there were still many pressing issues that were not addressed suitably. After his father fell ill, Ye Yi took over some of thepany’s projects.


    He wasn’t sure whether Ye Yi was madly chasing after money without any thought for the consequences or whether hecked business skills, but several housing projects had run into all sorts of issues. The construction quality was not up to standard and the work had been shoddy with cheap materials. These were marketed as high-end luxury housing but the materials used in the project were all cheap and substandard. The construction of green belts and apanying amenities that had been initially agreed on with the proprietor were all not in ce yet. In summary, they had received arge number ofints from proprietors with regards several buildings under the Huayang Group that werepletely sold out in the northern part of the city. Thepany received a never ending stream ofints via telephone each day and if this situation continued, how were they going to sell the houses in the second offering?


    Therefore, even though there was a long break for the Lunar New Year, the upper management of thepany still had many things to attend to, and they had toe up with the best way to solve this problem after the lunar new year break ended.


    Ye Hao’s fingers flew rapidly across the keyboard. His eyes were fiery bright and his expression was serious. He worked until a string of beeps from the phone interrupted his train of thought. He turned to look and saw that it was not his phone but it was Yan Yan’s.


    He walked over and picked up the rose-colored phone on the sofa to turn on its silent mode in order to prevent it from ringing again. He drew a circle and unlocked the phone with its graphical password.


    She had received two text notifications. He opened them and saw two sentences-


    Yan Yan, I will get a divorce.


    It is not over between us yet.


    Was this man insane?


    Ye Hao’s face darkened and his eyes shed coldly. He checked the number where these messages were sent from and noticed that it was an unsaved number.


    However, it was extremely easy to figure out the identity of the sender. This crazy idiot would just not go away. They had been divorced for such a long time but he was still sending messages.


    “Mo Yixuan, go to hell!”


    Ye Hao tapped out these six words on the screen and scoffed. Then, he clicked the send button and deleted the earlier two messages without any hesitation. He switched her phone to silent mode and put the phone back to where it had been earlier.


    On the other end of the phone, the man’s lips curved into a small smile when he read the message he just received.


    He leaned against the bed and his gaze never left those few words that he just received. These were obviously curse words but he was not angry at all because she had finally scolded him. This was much betterpared to the cold and unfeeling words he read on the card the day before. If she bothered to curse him, at least it proved that she hated him.


    If she hated it him, it meant that she still loved him. He refused to believe that she didn’t feel anything for him any longer.