The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy
chapter-1982

When Qian Yikun got home, he started his work in the kitchen immediately. Even until after he was done, Mo Fei had yet to wake up. Qian Yikun thought that if he woke Mo Fei up now, he would not be able to rest easy for the rest of the night.

Hence, after Qian Yikun finished cooking, he placed the food on the table and sat outside to read some documents while waiting for Mo Fei to wake up.

By the time she woke up, it was already dark outside the windows. Mo Fei got out of bed and went out while twirling her hair. Only the floor lamp was lit in the living room, and Qian Yikun was sitting on the sofa reading a document.

Mo Fei went over and put her knees on the sofa, wrapping her arms around Qian Yikun’s neck. “What are you doing?”

In Qian Yikun’s hand was Wu Biao’s autopsy report. He reached out and grabbed her wrist. “I think there are still some issues with Wu Biao’s death. At the very least, we should find the real murderer from his corpse.”

Mo Fei lowered her head for a glance. However, since she was too bored, she got off the sofa and glided over to the dining room.

Qian Yikun put down the documents in his hands and stood up to turn on the lights. Then, he went to the dining room and picked up the dishes. “I’ll heat them up. Wait a moment.”

Mo Fei put her legs over the chair and sat down, resting her chin on the back of the chair. “Heh, honestly, I can’t think of anyone else as the mastermind other than Zhao Fangyu.”

“We don’t have any evidence of that for now. Zhao Fangyu has been working at his news agency all this time.” Qian Yikun retrieved the dishes that were newly reheated and put them on the table to serve. Then, he put a pair of chopsticks in Mo Fei’s palm. “Let’s eat first.”

Mo Fei turned around on her chair. As she took the chopsticks, she wanted to lift her feet and rest them on the chair next to hers, but Qian Yikun slapped her legs down.

“Is that brat in jail now?” Mo Fei asked. Ding Jiaqi was the only one in Ding Haobei’s family that she had yet to beat up properly. Mo Fei decided that she should find an opportunity to beat Ding Jiaqi up soon.

“Stop daydreaming about those unrealistic things.” Qian Yikun knew what she was thinking without even looking at her. “Ding Junchi is still in prison. Only Eldest Madam Ding and Ding Jiaqi have visited him. No one else did.”

Mo Fei chewed on the chopsticks while turning her face toward Qian Yikun. “The ones I beat up today?”

Qian Yikun paused for a moment and decided that it was time for a peaceful meal.

Mo Fei smirked. As she started having her meal, she said, “If I have to go through that again, I’ll still beat them up.”

Qian Yikun did not doubt that. “I met Mu Qi downstairs this afternoon.”

“Who’s that?” Mo Fei had no memories of this person.

Qian Yikun, “…”

“Le Tian’s ex-boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend,” Qian Yikun explained.

“Isn’t she the ex-boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend?”

“She’s his ex-ex-girlfriend.”

Mo Fei expressed that she understood and continued eating. “What for? Does she have a crush on you?”

“She said that she was certain that Dong Feng was behind the American ID we found. Furthermore, Dong Feng has enough motive to do this because he hates Ding Junqi,” Qian Yikun said as he looked at Mo Fei.

“Then, go and arrest him.”

“It’s not that simple. We can’t arrest him just because of what Mu Qi said.” As Qian Yikun spoke, he suddenly recalled something. “Dong Feng is probably back here for Le Tian. Tell your big brother to be more careful. According to Mu Qi, that Dong Feng may have some loose screws up there.”

“A nutjob?” Mo Fei whispered in shock. Nutjobs were everywhere recently.

Qian Yikun paused for a moment without refuting her. It seemed like it was apt to put it this way.