Dual-wielding! 100x proficiency, I'll grind my way to godhood!

As Chen Mo left the teahouse, his phone rang.

It was a text message from Wang Jun's wife, saying she wanted to see him and wanted to meet at the Banyan Tree Hotel. She also sent the room number to his phone.

Chen Mo was originally planning to go back to sleep, but after receiving the text message, he instantly perked up!

When he arrived at the hotel and pushed open the door, his sister-in-law was sitting on the sofa.

Black fitted mini skirt, nude stockings, stiletto heels, hair down over her shoulders.

Her makeup was exquisite, but her fingers were clenched tightly on the hem of her skirt, her knuckles turning white.

Hearing the door open, she looked up at Chen Mo, then looked down again.

Chen Mo closed the door, walked over, and sat down next to her.

His thigh pressed against hers, and her body stiffened slightly, but she didn't move away.

"Sister-in-law, why are you so nervous?"

Chen Mo turned his head to look at her.

"I don't……"

"Relax, I'm not going to eat you."

Chen Mo reached out and pried open her fingers, which were gripping the hem of her skirt, one by one, and held them in his own hand.

"Your hands are all white from squeezing so hard. If you keep squeezing, you'll leave marks on your skirt."

Her face flushed instantly, and she lowered her head, not daring to look at Chen Mo.

Chen Mo gently rubbed his thumb against the back of her hand without saying a word.

After a long silence, her fingers curled slightly in his palm.

"Sister-in-law, you look really beautiful today."

Chen Mo lowered his head and brought his lips close to her ear.

"Is it for me?"

Her chest heaved, her breathing rapid, but she neither spoke nor shook her head.

Chen Mo didn't urge her. He turned her hand over so that her palm was facing up and drew a circle in her palm with his thumb.

"Her hands are beautiful too."

With his other hand, he reached over and tucked a strand of hair that was hanging down by her ear behind her ear.

She trembled slightly when my fingers brushed against her earlobe.

Chen Mo's hand stopped behind her ear, and his thumb rubbed against her earlobe.

"The earrings are pretty too."

She turned her face away, her ears turned bright red, and she shrank back into the sofa.

Chen Mo chuckled, picked up the wine glass on the coffee table, took a sip, and then handed it to her.

She took the cup and drank from the spot where Chen Mo had drunk. Chen Mo watched her swallow, and only spoke after she put the cup down.

"My sister-in-law specifically asked me to come here, and she even dressed so carefully. Is there something she wants to talk to me about?"

She looked up at Chen Mo.

"Wang... Wang Jun yelled at me again, saying he won't get better, and that makes me feel bad too..."

Chen Mo intertwined her fingers with his own, then pulled her into his arms with his other hand, gently stroking her back.

"Don't worry, sister-in-law, I'm here."

She looked up at Chen Mo, her eyelashes trembling, and then nodded gently.

Seeing her pitiful appearance, Chen Mo lowered his head and kissed her.

Her body stiffened for a moment, then went limp, her hands gripping his shirt so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

Chen Mo kissed her for a long time before letting go. Her lips were slightly swollen from his kisses, her eyes were closed, tears were hanging on her eyelashes, and her chest was heaving violently.

Chen Mo scooped her up in his arms, and she let out a soft cry, wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face in the crook of his shoulder. Chen Mo carried her to the luxurious bed.

……

The next morning, Chen Mo left the hotel, supporting his back, and took a taxi back to his rented room. Lu Xingyao jumped up from the sofa and rushed over to block the door.

"Where did you go last night! You didn't answer my calls or reply to my messages!"

Su Wan poked her head out of the kitchen, still holding a spatula in her hand.

Chen Mo changed his shoes, went inside, and collapsed onto the sofa.

"Lin Yue ran into some trouble and dragged me out for drinks. We drank until midnight. My phone died."

Lu Xingyao didn't believe it and leaned closer to smell his clothes.

"What do your clothes smell like?"

Chen Mo looked down at her, reached out and pulled her close, ruffling her hair.

"The hotel smelled... I drank too much. Lin Yue booked the room. I'll take you next time; he owes me a Michelin-starred meal."

Lu Xingyao snorted and broke free from his embrace.

"Who cares?"

Chen Mo teased her with a smile.

"The villa walls were painted cream white today. If you don't keep an eye on them, the workers will paint it a stark white. You'll be the one crying then."

Lu Xingyao rolled her eyes at him and turned to get her car keys.

The three arrived at the villa, where workers were painting the walls.

Lu Xingyao walked around the room in high heels, poking and pointing here and there with her fingers.

"This isn't white enough, brush it again. This corner isn't evenly coated."

Su Wan stood by the window, looking at the color swatches. She flipped to a warm gray one, held it up to the light, and then handed it to the worker.

Chen Mo leaned against the door frame, watching them.

Lu Xingyao turned around and saw him. She walked over and shoved her phone screen in front of him.

"Look, in the comments of this Douyin video I posted, everyone's asking who designed the villa's interior. I said it was me, but they don't believe me."

Chen Mo glanced at it.

"Make them wait, and show them the pictures after you've finished setting it up."

Lu Xingyao smugly put her phone away.

Su Wan walked over, handed a bottle of water to Chen Mo, and then stood next to him, watching the workers paint the walls.

"Warm gray paired with creamy white looks great."

Chen Mo said.

Su Wan's lips twitched slightly.

In the afternoon, Chen Mo walked into the ward with a bouquet of red roses.

Wang Jun lay on the bed staring at the ceiling.

His wife sat on a chair by the bed, about half a meter away from the edge, her hands on her knees, her fingers slightly curled, a corner of a document peeking out of her bag, which she did not take out.

She is waiting.

Last night she talked a lot with Chen Mo, telling him that she wanted a divorce, but was afraid of Wang Jun.

Chen Mo said he would support her, but he wouldn't take responsibility for her. She was a little angry, so she kept Chen Mo up until very late.

The door opened, and Chen Mo walked in, holding a bouquet of red roses.

Her fingers tightened suddenly on her knees. She looked up at him, her eyes red-rimmed, her lips moving but no words coming out.

Wang Jun's eyes turned and he saw Chen Mo. His pupils contracted sharply, and then he looked at his wife.

She looked at Chen Mo, his fingers rising and falling from his knees as if he wanted to reach out but didn't dare, his ears already turning red.

Today she wore a fitted, light pink dress with the hem just past her knees, flesh-colored stockings, and stiletto heels. Her hair was styled in an updo, revealing a section of her fair neck. She wore light makeup, and her lips were a shade darker than yesterday. Her whole being radiated a healthy glow, like a flower that had been thoroughly watered.

Wang Jun understood immediately! Chen Mo had cheated on him!

"You...you two."

Chen Mo ignored him and handed the roses to his sister-in-law.

"This bouquet of roses suits you perfectly today."

She lowered her head, took the roses, and hugged them to her chest.

Chen Mo sat down in the chair next to her, his voice neither loud nor soft.

"Sister-in-law, the lipstick you're wearing today is a darker color than yesterday."

She looked up at Chen Mo, her lips moving slightly.

Which one do you like?

"This one, it suits you."

Her lips twitched slightly.

Wang Jun looked at the two of them from the bed, his roars sounding like a piece of cloth being torn apart alive.

"You...you two despicable couple!"

Chen Mo reached out, pried open her fingers that were clutching the flower branch, and held them in his own hand.

Her hands were icy cold, and they were slightly curled up in his palm.

Wang Jun saw that the roar stopped, as if someone had cut his throat with a knife.

Chen Mo rubbed his thumb against the back of her hand.

"Sister-in-law, didn't you have something to say to Brother Jun? I'm here, so you can speak freely."

She looked at Wang Jun, tears welling in her eyes, then released Chen Mo's hand and pulled the document out of her bag.

The cover had five words printed on it: Divorce Agreement.

Wang Jun's eyes were fixed, his mouth was open, and a hoarse roar came out of his throat.

"You, you, you're dreaming! Don't even think about it!"

"It's not up to you."

Her voice was soft and trembling. She didn't look at Wang Jun; her gaze was fixed on the bouquet of roses.

"I don't want the house or the car, I just want my daughter."

Wang Jun's roar turned into a wail.

"You can't do this! You slept with him and now you want a divorce? How can you be so shameless?"

She didn't say anything, placed the agreement on the bedside table, took out an inkpad from her bag, pressed Wang Jun's thumb on it, and then pressed it a few more times on the divorce agreement! (Just kidding, don't take it seriously.)

Wang Jun howled until his voice was hoarse. He lay on the hospital bed with tears and snot streaming down his face. He squeezed out hoarse roars from his throat, and then suddenly burst into laughter.

"You think that just because we're divorced you're no longer related to me? The Zhao family, do you even know what the Zhao family is? You have no idea how powerful the Zhao family is! The day you married me, you were bound to me for life. If I'm doing well, you'll be doing well; if I die, you'll be buried with me."

Wang Jun's voice became frantic.

"You can't escape. No matter where you run, the Zhao family will find you. He can't protect you, he can't protect you."

Her fingers clenched tightly in Chen Mo's hand, her knuckles turning white, and her lips trembling.

Chen Mo stood up, pulled her behind him, and glanced down at Wang Jun.

"Brother Jun, if I send her to America, is it possible to find her in the Zhao family?"

"Take care of yourself first. You know too many secrets of the Zhao family, and now you're a cripple. How does the Zhao family usually deal with cripples?"

Wang Jun's eyes fixed on the spot!

Chen Mo ignored Wang Jun, took his sister-in-law's hand, pushed open the door, and walked out, with Wang Jun howling wildly behind him.

"You can't protect her, you can't protect her. The Zhao family won't let you go. It's no use running away."

The two stepped outside into the corridor, where three people were walking towards them.

The man in front was wearing an expensive suit, had slicked-back hair, and a kind smile on his face. Behind him were two young men in black shirts.

He nodded to Chen Mo, then glanced at the woman Chen Mo was holding and the bouquet of red roses she was carrying, and smiled.

"The flowers are beautiful."

Chen Mo nodded at him.

"It only looks beautiful when it's given to the right person."

The man stepped aside.

"Please go ahead."

Chen Mo led her past the man, and as they reached the corner, he caught a glimpse of the three of them stopping at the door of Wang Jun's ward.

P.S.: There was a problem with Tomato today, indicating that the book had been removed from the shelves... but thankfully it's back to normal now.