During the latter half of the night, Qiao Mo slept soundly, and she did not feel any changes in the body of the man who was hugging him at all.
In the countless deep night four years ago, Xiao Yan's headache was so intense that it felt like it was about to explode. Four years later, when the pain in his brain started to flare up, it was even worse than it was before.
He channeled all his strength into his arms and tightly embraced the person in his embrace. His back was covered in cold sweat, and the sweat on his forehead fell like rain.
Perhaps his movements were too big, and in the end, it was Qiao Mo who woke up from her slumber.
Qiao Mo opened her drowsy eyes and frowned at him in the dim light.
"What's the matter with you?"
His small hand reached over and touched his forehead. His hand was drenched in sweat.
Qiao Mo was shocked, she reached out to grab his arm, only to realize that his entire body was drenched in sweat.
"Xiao Yan, how are you?"
A big, thin, sweaty hand covered the back of her hand. His black eyes were staring fixedly into her eyes through the darkness. He curled his lips, which were pale and thin and bloodless, but his tone was abnormally relaxed: "If I were to die tomorrow, would you still insist on divorce?"
Qiao Mo was severely startled, she was obviously frightened, she pulled back her hand and quickly covered his mouth, her tone was fierce yet somewhat angry, "What nonsense are you spouting? If this is another way for you to delay your divorce... "
Before she could finish her warning, he had already taken her small hand from her and held it tightly in his own. He gave a little chuckle, as if he was laughing at her excessive nervousness or pretending to be relaxed.
He looked up and saw that her clear eyes were still unsettled. He comforted her, "I just have a cold and a fever. I'll be fine early tomorrow."
Qiao Mo nodded her head, but still could not help but look at him, feeling that he was in a serious condition, if not why would her entire body be drenched in cold sweat.
But in the end, he was deceived by the excessively tranquil and light look in Xiao Yan's eyes. "Then hurry up and go to sleep. If you're not feeling well tomorrow, go to the hospital and have a look. "
Qiao Mo once again turned around, but she was no longer sleepy.
The body of the man behind her was once again covered and buried in her neck. His voice was weak and hoarse as he whispered, "Sorry for waking you up."
Qiao Mo pursed her lips and did not say another word.
Xiao Yan hugged Qiao Mo for a while, then lifted up the blanket and got off the bed, "I'm going to take a shower."
She was covered in sweat. If she continued to hug Qiao Mo to sleep, it would make her sick as well.
Xiao Yan entered the bathroom and locked the bathroom door. Opening the shower, his long green and white arms supported the bathtub's edge, his head felt like it was about to explode.
It was just a simple shower, but Xiao Yan had showered for two hours.
Qiao Mo was worried that Yue Yang would fall asleep inside, so she got off the bed and knocked on the bathroom door.
He called out to him, but no one answered.
Qiao Mo held on to the handle of the door and wanted to open it, but she found that the bathroom door was already locked.
His mind was in a panic, he patted on the bathroom door and shouted: "Xiao Yan? Xiao Yan! "
Five seconds later, Xiao Yan opened the door and stood in front of her with a pale face.
The man's thick brows and long eyelashes were covered with a dense mist. His face was excessively white and weak to the point of being sickly.
Qiao Mo stared blankly at him for exactly three seconds.
Xiao Yan's upper body was naked, and had not dried off the water stains yet. Instead, he stretched out his long arm and suddenly carried her into his chest.
"Qiao Mo, will you miss me from now on?"
She was also hugging him. That moment of panic had not yet subsided. Whether it was tomorrow or the day after the divorce, she only wanted to hug him tightly and make sure that he was still fine.
She squeezed her eyes shut. "I don't know."
Today, he asked too many questions that he normally would not ask, or perhaps Qiao Mo never expected him to ask those questions.
All of his questions made Qiao Mo feel that he had feelings for her, and it wasn't that he didn't love her.
Qiao Mo hugged him tightly, buried in his chest, greedily wanting to stop this moment for a moment. But she knew, there was no way they could turn back anymore, nor was there any way they could.
Even if the night before the divorce came, no matter how wonderful it was, it still had to go.
The man's ice-cold lips kissed her ears, her cheeks, and even her lips. He opened his mouth and spoke softly, "Qiao Mo, remember me."
His tone was so light, but it was always so domineering.
Qiao Mo opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but she remembered that his days would be too difficult and would hurt too much, so when the words reached her mouth, Xiao Yan directly stuffed her lips back into his mouth.
It caused all her words to be stuck in her throat.
His tongue felt like it was being sucked, numbed, suffocated, and the kiss became random. It was even like an angry beast tearing and biting.
With such strong feelings, there was nowhere for her to vent them.
After kissing to the point where they were both panting and hurting, Xiao Yan pressed his lips against hers and said: "Remember that I may give you trouble, but Qiao Mo, I still want you to remember me."
It was only in this second that Xiao Yan realized that whatever he was thinking, whether it was releasing her or not, was completely false.
It was impossible for him to do it.
Even if he were to die tomorrow, he would make her remember this one second forever.
Remember him, remember that she loves him.
However, Xiao Yan had forgotten that she was living in her heart with this kind of person. Even if he let her go, even if she went to America, which was a place that was extremely close to him, she couldn't do anything to anyone.
Qiao Mo raised her head, and her eyes held a trace of despair. If tomorrow was the end of the world, then in this second, she only wanted to kiss him good. The person she loved, would not belong to her after tonight, his arms, his kisses, would no longer belong to her …
When Qiao Mo woke up, it was already 9 in the morning.
Ye Zichen reached out his hand to touch the bed subconsciously, but it was completely empty.
Qiao Mo suddenly opened her eyes. On the bed, in the house, where could she be seen?
Where did he go?
The scene from last night quickly flashed past Qiao Mo's mind, and a bad idea came to mind.
He lifted the blanket and got off the bed. Using his fastest speed, he washed and changed his clothes, packed his luggage and walked towards the living room.
Qiao Mo asked the front desk: "Excuse me, when did you leave?"
The front desk girl was surprised for a moment, then she checked the computer records, "Mr. 1950 checked out at 5 AM. But he also told us that his wife was resting in her room and would not be disturbed. "
Qiao Mo was startled, "Did he say where she was going?"
The front desk girl shook her head, "No."
Qiao Mo carried her luggage and rushed out of the hotel.
He called Xiao Yan and turned off his phone.
It was as if he had disappeared into thin air just like before.
Qiao Mo caught a taxi and went straight to the train station.
Along the way, he made numerous phone calls.
On the other side, there was no reaction at all.
Qiao Mo was finally tired, holding onto her mobile phone, she covered her face and hopelessly sat in the taxi.
Why did he leave without saying goodbye? Why did the phone shut down?
He had promised her that he wouldn't disappear today, that he would follow her back to Seahold and settle the divorce procedures.
Last night, his attitude was so sincere. Was it just a lie? But, what good was there in lying to her?
If he was unwilling to divorce her, he could just say so. Someone as domineering as him, wouldn't he have long been accustomed to being in control and being high above others?
Qiao Mo was upset, her mind suddenly thinking back to last night's when Xiao Yan's body was drenched in sweat and was in such a haggard condition.
His heart skipped a beat. Could he be sick?
However, she couldn't explain. If he went to the hospital, why didn't he answer her phone?
After getting on the high speed rail, Zhao Qian called.
Qiao Mo immediately asked: "Assistant Zhao, did Xiao Yan return back to the company?"
"Madam, the Boss left behind a signed divorce agreement. Where are you right now?" I'll send you the divorce agreement. "
Qiao Mo frowned, "Where is Xiao Yan?"
Zhao Qian said, "The BOSS flew to the Switzerland early in the morning for a business trip. He said that he didn't have the time to say goodbye to his wife in front of her, so the divorce procedures are left to the lawyers and you."
Qiao Mo held onto her phone, and did not speak for a long time.
She had never thought that last night would be the last time they would meet.
The corner of her mouth forcefully curled up. She was silent for a long time, but she didn't say anything.
Zhao Qian added, "But even if the Boss isn't here, it doesn't affect the divorce procedures. "Before the Boss left, he signed all the documents."
Qiao Mo could not help but sob. She covered her mouth, not wanting herself to cry at all, "I know …"
Zhao Qian muttered to himself and sighed: "Madam, please forgive the BOSS for leaving without saying anything. Although the BOSS says that Switzerland does not have time to settle the matter regarding your divorce, in truth, he does not need to personally step in on the case regarding Switzerland. I think that the BOSS cannot bear to bid farewell to his wife in person, so it entrusted all of the documents to the lawyers. You. Don't blame the Boss. "Actually..."
Qiao Mo did not want to continue listening. She could not ignore that soft and gentle heart of hers, "Stop talking, come pick me up at the high-speed rail station. I will go handle the divorce procedures with you."
"Alright."
Half an hour later, Qiao Mo got off the high speed train and got on the Maybach train.
Zhao Qian glanced at Qiao Mo who was sitting in the back seat and pursed his lips: "Madam, what do you think … Whether or not I should consider it again, marriage is not easy after all, being together is fate. "
Qiao Mo's gaze was calm, "Now that we have reached this step, no matter how much we love each other, we will not be able to turn back."
Besides, between them, in this marriage, it would always be her unrequited love.
"The BOSS's feelings towards you, I, as its assistant, have seen it all. Madam, in the BOSS's eyes, you are very special." "If it wasn't for this concern, the Boss probably wouldn't have signed the divorce agreement."
Qiao Mo frowned, she did not know how to react to this situation.
Zhao Qian smiled and explained, "Divorce is only harmful to people like the Boss, it's not good. If the news of your divorce to the Boss were to be announced, the Boss' image in front of the public and the media would be greatly reduced. "The Boss definitely cares too much about you and too much about your thoughts. Otherwise …"
"Assistant Zhao, I don't want to hear any more."
Zhao Qian could only nod and give up.
He had followed Xiao Yan for so many years, it was rare for the BOSS to like a girl so much. After marrying her and loving her, he really didn't want to see the BOSS divorce from his wife.
As an assistant, he had talked so much just now, it could already be considered as crossing the line.
The car drove to the Xiao's building.
Qiao Mo followed Zhao Qian into the office, where the lawyer was waiting.
The procedures were simple, Xiao Yan's column had already been signed, and as long as Qiao Mo signed all the places that needed her signature, the divorce agreement would be effective.
Qiao Mo held onto the brush, her fingers uncontrollably trembling. At the place where she signed, she paused for a long time before taking a deep breath and signing her own name.
There were too many places for him to sign the documents, Qiao Mo had to sign a few more names consecutively.
The lawyer double-checked the documents and gave one to Qiao Mo: "From now on, you and Mr. Xiao will officially be divorced."