The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy
chapter-1883

Ding Jiaqi was suddenly awash with guilt. She was so nervous that she did not know what to do.

“Grandma, I was really just curious. That’s why I asked. I’m doing this for Second Uncle’s good. I want to help Second Uncle ask if Second Uncle can collaborate with Gu Enterprise in the future, then Second Uncle’s company will get better. Am I wrong to do this?” Ding Jiaqi said without any grievances.

Madame Ding’s heart ached when she saw her granddaughter cry. “Junhui, how can you say that about your younger sister? Jiaqi is your younger sister[1]. How could she harm you?”

Mrs. Ding was so angry that she laughed at Madame Ding’s words. She had a daughter; there was no need for others to pretend to be nice to them.

“Mom—”

Ding Haonan held his wife’s hand and said, “Mom, I appreciate Jiaqi’s kindness as her uncle, but I’ve decided to hand the company over to Feifei. Even if we’re collaborating with Gu Enterprise in the future, it’s something that Feifei will do. If Jiaqi is willing to help Feifei, I’m very happy too.”

Madame Ding was enraged to hear Ding Haonan’s words. “You gave the company to this wild girl nobody knows where she came from?”

“The company is mine. It’s my freedom to decide who I want to give it to. Mom, isn’t that right?” Ding Haonan replied forcefully.

Madame Ding did not expect her son to rebuke her like that.

“Grandma.” Ding Jiaqi helped the old lady to sit down. She was also plotting something internally.

“Fine, the company is yours. Now that your wings have hardened, I can’t control you anymore.” Madame Ding hit the ground hard with her walking stick before turning to Mo Fei.

Mo Fei’s anger had long subsided, considering it was one of the rare moments where her father did not act foolishly filial.

At night, Ding Jiaqi remained because Madame Ding wanted her to stay here to accompany her.

The guest room reserved for Ding Jiaqi was next to Mo Fei’s room. About this, Mo Fei truly hated to have Ding Jiaqi in the house. However, her father’s foolish filial piety flared up again just because Ding Jiaqi wanted to accompany her grandmother.

However, if she stayed, so be it. It was not like Mo Fei could not deal with Ding Jiaqi either, right?

Ding Jiaqi only came out of Madame Ding’s room after the old lady had rested. Mo Fei was twirling a dagger around at the door.

Ding Jiaqi gasped in a small voice and subconsciously took a step back.

Mo Fei raised her head and stared at Ding Jiaqi, who had retreated in fear at the door. She continued to twirl the dagger around in her hand.

“Ding Jiaqi, why are you so eager to know about my relationship with Gu Juexi?” As she spoke, she slowly approached Ding Jiaqi, the dagger in her hand gleaming coldly.

Ding Jiaqi stared at the dagger in her hand and felt her ears burning.

“I… I’m not.” Ding Jiaqi pursed her lips tightly and clasped the door handle involuntarily.

Mo Fei suddenly rushed forward. Ding Jiaqi screamed but Mo Fei covered her mouth. She retreated to the wall and left Madame Ding’s door.

“Jiaqi, what’s wrong?” Madame Ding asked from inside the room.

Mo Fei’s dagger landed on Ding Jiaqi’s fair neck, lightly scratching the skin.

The dagger felt bone-chilling to her neck—

Ding Jiaqi trembled with a pale face.

“Your grandma asked you what’s wrong. Answer her.” As Mo Fei said that, Mo Fei continued to stroke Ding Jiaqi’s neck with the dagger.

Ding Jiaqi was so scared that she was about to cry, but she did not dare to let out a cry. She only dared to speak with a trembling voice, “It’s, it’s nothing. I accidentally stumbled. Grandma, please rest.”

Very soon, there was no movement inside. Satisfied, Mo Fei patted Ding Jiaqi’s face with the dagger.

Indeed, when it came to reason, Mo Fei was not a fan.

[1] In this case, Madame Ding referred to Ding Jiaqi as Ding Junhui’s younger sister as a form of endearment used on younger female relatives in the family.