Luo Chen's eyes turned cold. He suddenly leaned closer to Mo Xiaotuo, looked down at the little woman in front of him, and warned her word by word: "You dare to try having an affair during your marriage?"

Mo Xiaotuo felt a chill creep over her, and she couldn't help but shiver. She was only thinking of him, why was he so angry?

Luo Chen, who was originally angry, saw Mo Xiaotuo standing there in a daze, so he calmed down, picked up his phone, and went into his room to work.

He closed the door to the room, loosened his tie, revealing his Adam's apple, and the scene in the car flashed through his mind.

Damn it!

Is this woman poisonous?!

How could this be? We've only known each other for a few days.

He rubbed his aching temples; his condition had flared up again these past few days, keeping him awake all night with a terrible headache. He could only numb himself with busy work, but when he opened his laptop to work, he found those images lingering in his mind.

Snap!

He slammed his fist on the table in anger, shut down his computer, picked up his phone, and walked out of the room.

Mo Xiaotuo was washing dishes in the kitchen and had no idea that Luo Chen had left. After she finished, she returned to her room, took a shower, and fell asleep within two minutes of lying down.

Luo Chen was upset, so he called a few friends to drink at a bar. He drank a bit too much today because he was feeling down.

When leaving, Nangong Jiu dropped Luo Chen off at his apartment building. After getting out of the car, a gust of wind blew by, and Luo Chen's mind cleared up a bit. Nangong Jiu left first, and he staggered up the elevator and returned to his front door.

He took out his key to open the door, only to find it locked from the inside.

This woman!

He slammed his fist on the wall in anger. He couldn't even get into the house he had bought. His good mood turned sour again.

He had no choice but to ring the doorbell.

However, Mo Xiaotuo was too tired and slept too soundly to hear anything.

So Luo Chen dialed her number again, but the phone had been placed on the kitchen table while he was washing the dishes, so he couldn't hear it.

He pounded on the door in frustration, but there was still no response. He glanced at the time groggily—it was three in the morning. Not wanting to disturb his neighbors, he could only stagger towards the elevator.

When the elevator doors opened, there was a woman inside, who, coincidentally, was Peng Yanyan, the woman who had argued with Mo Xiaotuo during the day.

Peng Yanyan's eyes lit up when she saw Luo Chen. Noticing that the little girl was not there and that the man seemed to have drunk quite a bit, she 'kindly' went over to help him up.

Luo Chen felt a little dizzy. He had always disliked being touched by women, and upon smelling a perfume, he pushed the woman away.

Peng Yanyan was unwilling to give up and wanted to get closer, but she was frightened by a look from Luo Chen and dared not move forward.

Luo Chen's head was throbbing, and all he remembered was someone rushing out of the elevator when the doors opened.

The wind made his headache worse, so he decided to book a room nearby for the night.

Peng Yanyan noticed that the man seemed unwell after being exposed to the wind, so she followed him all the way to the entrance of a hotel. Luo Chen leaned against a pillar at the hotel entrance, looking somewhat unwell. Suddenly, Peng Yanyan went up to him, took out her phone, and took a picture of the two of them together.

After catching his breath, Luo Chen turned around and went into the hotel. He booked a room and went straight to sleep.

Peng Yanyan glanced at the photo on her phone with delight. His pained expression somehow made him seem almost ecstatic. Unfortunately, his aura was too strong; she didn't dare approach him.

However, being upstairs or downstairs, and being so close by, will give me an opportunity sooner or later.

...

The next morning, Mo Xiaotuo, who was used to waking up early, woke up and reached for her phone on the bedside table but couldn't find it. She rubbed her head and then remembered that she had left her phone on the kitchen table the day before.

She put on her shoes and went to the kitchen to get her phone back, intending to check for any missed calls, but realized she had forgotten that the phone couldn't display incoming calls, so she had no choice but to give up and go wash up.

After washing up, she received a text message notification. Luckily, she could read the message. She opened it and saw that there was an extra 10,000 yuan in her bank account.

Wow!

She jumped up with joy; she was finally a millionaire!

Thinking about how lowly she had been in the Mo family for so many years, when even ten thousand yuan was a luxury, she felt particularly unhappy.

Now that we have money, we can finally transfer my younger brother to a different school. I'll work and earn some more money, and then I can rent a place near his school and occasionally bring him home for a meal.

At this moment, she had already forgotten that she was now a married woman.

She quickly packed her things, slung her backpack over her shoulder, and headed out the door. There were restaurants in the neighborhood, but they were too expensive; she couldn't bear to spend the money.

After walking quite a distance from the residential area, she ate a bowl of wontons at a nearby food stall, then took a bus to her younger brother's school.

This is a special school where most of the children, like her younger brother Mo Yanzhi, suffer from some kind of illness. They cannot be separated from doctors but still want to study, so the fees here are not cheap.

The tuition and medical expenses amount to nearly 100,000 yuan a year, which is simply unaffordable for most families.

However, she now earns 10,000 yuan a month, and she will be able to do an internship next year. She will be able to support herself by working, and all the money her mother left behind can be used for her younger brother.

She arrived at the school gate, where the security guard recognized her because no matter how busy she was, she would visit her younger brother every week.

The school has a great environment, with green lawns, towering teaching buildings, and a one-to-one ratio of nursing staff.

At this moment, Mo Zhiyan had just finished class. When he heard that his sister had arrived, his previously empty eyes lit up. He quickly ran to the meeting room and saw his dearest sister.

"Sis, why are you here at this hour?" He excitedly jumped into his sister's arms.

The nine-year-old boy was as small as Mo Xiaotuo. He had fair skin, dark eyes, a high nose, and slightly upturned lips with two obvious dimples when he smiled. He should have been a sunny little boy, but because he had been sick for so long, he was too thin and his complexion was not good.

The siblings don't resemble each other in facial features, but Mo Ziyan does look somewhat like Mo Lisha.

"I have something to tell you, Mom left us some money. Starting this month, I'll be receiving 10,000 yuan a month for living expenses. I've already moved out of that house, and I want to transfer you to a different school so you can finally escape that horrible place." Mo Xiaotuo thought her younger brother was an extremely sensible child, so she didn't hide the will from him.

Why is it that only my older sister is receiving the money now, since my mother left an inheritance?

Mo Zhiyan clearly didn't believe her. He nervously grabbed his sister's hand and asked anxiously, "Sister, have you done something you shouldn't have done behind my back?"

Mo Xiaotuo, who was never good at lying, turned her face away and forced a smile, saying, "No, don't worry, don't overthink it, it really is an inheritance left by Mom."

"Impossible. If it's an inheritance left by Mom, why didn't she bring it out sooner? Sister, tell me, what exactly happened?" Mo Zhiyan looked at her sister with great unease.