Ex-Husband Comes Crawling Back After Divorce

"Qiao Ran, you and Shimo have been married for three years, yet Shimo hasn't touched you once, while I've been with him for three months and am already carrying his child."

"If you know what's good for you, you'd better divorce Shimo quickly. I'll even persuade Shimo to give you more of his wealth, so you can live a little more decently in the future."

Dressed in trendy fashion and strikingly beautiful, Qi Mengyao slapped a pregnancy test report in front of Qiao Ran, who was sitting across from her.

Qiao Ran was the wife of Wen Shimo, the man in charge of the Wen Group, a prominent family in Beihong Country that had thrived for centuries.

In the three years she was married to Wen Shimo, Qiao Ran had dutifully fulfilled her role as a wife—she had been gentle, considerate, and meticulous in taking care of his daily life.

But throughout those three years, Wen Shimo had constantly been finding ways to force her to divorce him!

Take, for example, this time, on the day of their third wedding anniversary.

He had his longest-favored new-generation actress, Mengyao, come to their home and use the child to force her to divorce.

In truth, Wen Shimo didn't need to go to such lengths—Qiao Ran had already planned to dine with him today and sign the divorce papers afterward.

"So what if you're pregnant? As long as I don't divorce, you will never be able to take your place, and your child will only be a laughingstock of a bastard. I would advise you to go to the hospital and get rid of it while it's still no bigger than a soybean!"

No matter how much it hurt inside, Qiao Ran sat upright.

She couldn't lose the dignity of being the legitimate wife!

"Miss Qiao, Mengyao and Shimo are truly in love. I beg you, please agree to divorce Shimo. I don't want my child to be laughed at as a bastard, please," Qi Mengyao pleaded as she walked in front of Qiao Ran and knelt down, banging her head on the floor violently.

Faced with Qi Mengyao's sudden 180-degree change of behavior, Qiao Ran was momentarily taken aback. Seeing that Qi Mengyao had even banged her forehead until it bled, and worried something might happen to her child, Qiao Ran quickly reached out to help her.

"Ah..." A sharp and miserable cry echoed through the spacious living room.

Qiao Ran, holding the bloody knife in her hand, stared blankly at the agonized expression on Qi Mengyao lying in a pool of blood.

To force her to divorce Wen Shimo, she would go as far as to hurt herself and jeopardize her own child just to frame her?

Could women really be this ruthlessly crazy?

"Qiao Ran, how dare you! You actually had the audacity to hurt Mengyao!" Wen Shimo's icy voice came from behind Qiao Ran.

The moment Qiao Ran turned around, her body was shoved against the wall by Wen Shimo.

"You didn't repent after causing Wanqing to become a vegetable, and now you've hurt Mengyao. Qiao Ran, you truly deserve to die," Wen Shimo said, his handsome face covered in a terrifying frost and anger, his gaze on Qiao Ran devoid of warmth.

"I didn't hurt her, it was she who stabbed herself," Qiao Ran's voice trembled with pain as her back hit a painting hanging on the wall.

"She stabbed herself and the child? Only someone as stupid as you would come up with such a lousy excuse," Wen Shimo tightened his grip on Qiao Ran's wrist gradually.

Qiao Ran felt as if her hand was going to be crushed by his grip, tears defiantly swirled in her eyes, her gaze as clear as diamonds stared into Wen Shimo's eyes.

"I swear to God, if I had hurt Mengyao and the child in her womb, then may I..."

Before Qiao Ran could finish her sentence, Wen Shimo angrily threw her hand aside and swiftly moved towards Mengyao.

"Yaoyao, how are you?"

Through her blurry tear-filled eyes, Qiao Ran saw Wen Shimo holding Mengyao in his arms, his face showing a tenderness and affection that Qiao Ran had never seen before.

"I thought that if I just begged on my knees, Miss Qiao would surely pity me and agree to divorce you, but I never expected her to harm our child so cruelly just to avoid divorcing you. I'm sorry, Shimo brother, I failed to protect our child," Qi Mengyao cried in utter heartbreak.

"Our child can be born again; your health is the most important. I'll take you to the hospital!" Wen Shimo picked up Qi Mengyao, casting a frigid glare at Qiao Ran, who was sitting on the ground, pale-faced: "If anything happens to Yaoyao, I'll make sure you pay with your life."

After Wen Shimo had left, Qiao Ran, enduring her pain, stood up, took the tablet from the coffee table, opened a hidden folder, and pulled up a software, tapping rapidly. An image appeared on the screen.

In the camera's view, it was clear that it was Qi Mengyao who grabbed Qiao Ran's hand and stabbed herself in the stomach with the knife.

This video could prove that Qi Mengyao's injury had nothing to do with her.

After saving the video, and exiting the surveillance, Qiao Ran clicked into the elevator's surveillance footage.

To her surprise, as soon as the elevator doors shut, Wen Shimo callously placed Qi Mengyao on the ground.

"You were pregnant with my child without even a touch?"

"Shimo brother, listen to me, I'm not pregnant. This was all a play I put on for Qiao Ran to see. I padded my belly with a blood pack, as a prop. I know Shimo brother has always wanted to divorce Qiao Ran, so I thought to take some worry off your shoulders. If Qiao Ran has even a shred of conscience, she would feel guilty because of what happened today, and she might agree to divorce you."

"So, I should thank you for the thoughtful way you've taken my worries upon yourself?"

Qiao Ran didn't listen to the rest and exited the surveillance footage, then deleted the video she had taken out to prove her innocence.

Wen Shimo, knowing full well that Qi Mengyao wasn't pregnant, still used the situation to ruthlessly try to strangle her.

Qiao Ran's lips curled into a bitterly self-mocking smile.

Look! This is the man you loved deeply for ten years.

He wants your life for his white moonlight.

For an 'unborn child' that doesn't exist, he also wants your life.

...

On a road with no village in sight and no shop behind, Qi Mengyao stood on the street, tears flowing incessantly from the corners of her eyes as she looked at the man with an icy expression inside the car.

"Mr. Wen, weren't you just satisfied with what I did to Qiao Ran? Why do you want me to disappear from An City? Did I do something wrong?"

Wen Shimo's eyes, as dark as spilled ink, looked at Qi Mengyao, his voice as cold as frost: "No matter how much I dislike Qiao Ran, she is still my wife, Wen Shimo. It's not your place, an obscure nobody, to plan against her on my territory."

Watching the understated luxurious Maybach disappear into the night, Qi Mengyao shivered all over.

You hate her, yet you won't allow others to bully her.

So, Wen Shimo, is what you feel for Qiao Ran love, or is it not love?

...

When Wen Shimo got home, he saw Qiao Ran sitting at the dining table, eating.

"Just took a human life, and you can still eat. You truly are a cold-blooded murderer with a venomous heart!" Wen Shimo sat down opposite Qiao Ran, his voice utterly mocking and cold.

Qiao Ran put down her chopsticks, smiling brightly at Wen Shimo: "This venomous-hearted woman has decided to be merciful and let you go, Wen Shimo. Let's divorce."