The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy Chapter 1939 - Not A Psycho?

Chapter 1939: Not A Psycho?

After Qian Yikun returned home, he called Mo Fei. Mo Fei picked up the call very quickly. She picked up the call so quickly that Qian Yikun felt that something was amiss.

“Where are you?”

“At home? Must you be so strict?” Mo Fei said unhappily. “Why aren’t you resting? Are you antic.i.p.ating dying a sudden death due to fatigue?”

Qian Yikun, “…”

“Stay at home. I’ll get someone to settle this for you,” Qian Yikun said. He still could not shake off the feeling that something was amiss.

“I got it, Mr. Jailer. If there’s nothing else, I’m going to sleep.” After saying that, she did not hang up immediately and waited for Qian Yikun’s final instructions.

Qian Yikun did not say anything. He was busy wondering why he could not shake off the feeling. He could not specify what was wrong.

When Qian Yikun’s mother knocked on the door, Qian Yikun warned Mo Fei again to behave herself. Then, he ended the call and told his mother to come in.

His mother came over with the soup that she just finished stewing and placed it on the table for him. “How long are you staying at home this time?”

Qian Yikun heard the complaining tone in his mother’s words and laughed softly. Then, he reached out and put his arm around his mother’s shoulders. “I won’t be traveling anywhere far for a while for now. I’ll keep coming home to accompany you.”

“I don’t need you to accompany me. I’m talking about Feifei, okay? You’ve been away all day. She’s just a young girl, and you’re willing to leave her behind.” Qian Yikun’s mother said, “When are you getting married?”

Getting married?

Qian Yikun thought of his two elder brothers-in-law and was instantly convinced that this matter would have to wait.

“There’s no hurry. When this case is over, Feifei has to acclimatize herself first too,” Qian Yikun said as he reached out to pick up the soup his mother had brought him.

“What do you mean there’s no hurry? Think about your age! Your father and I are people who are looking at their coffins. In this life, will we see our grandchildren first or the coffin first?” Qian Yikun’s mother glared at her son.

Qian Yikun paused as he drank the soup. The problem lied in the fact that the daughter-in-law she thought so highly of refused to birth.

“Mom, I haven’t rested for a week. I’m tired. I’ll rest first. If there’s anything else, we can talk tomorrow,” Qian Yikun replied as he handed his bowl to his mother. Then, he pushed his mother to get up. He really needed some rest.

The next day, the sun rose as scheduled.

Qian Yikun slept until dawn. He took his watch and looked at it. Then, he pinched his forehead. He thought for a while before he took his phone and made a call.

“Hey— Qian Yikun, are you crazy? What are you doing so early in the morning? I still want to sleep.” Mo Fei’s low growl could be heard from the other end of the phone. She sounded tired.

Very good. It proved that she was truly asleep.

“It’s time to wake up. I’ll be heading to see Lin Xuan in the morning. I’ll see you in the afternoon if nothing else comes up,” Qian Yikun said as he got out of bed.

“What the f*ck, it’s six in the morning? What waking up? I want to sleep.” Mo Fei groaned and she sounded like she had fallen asleep again.

“Mo Fei—”

“Arghhhh— Okay, I’m up. I’m up,” Mo Fei grumbled angrily. It sounded like she already sat up. Every time Qian Yikun spoke in this tone, it meant that he was coming.

Mo Fei sat up and stared blankly at the ceiling. She wanted to kill the man. She had only fallen asleep at five, and it was only six o’clock now.

Qian Yikun was satisfied. “Turn on your videocam.”

“Qian Yikun, are you a psycho? I’m awake now.” Mo Fei started grumbling but Qian Yikun had already sent her an invitation to start a video call.

“Psycho!” Mo Fei shouted as she reached out to accept the video call. “Qian Yikun, I’m telling you this—I’ll not say that Gu Juexi is a psycho anymore. You’re the craziest person in the world.”

Video call in the morning?

How was he not a psycho?