The Problem with Marrying Rich: Out of the Way, Ex - Chapter 23

Chapter 23: He Couldn’t Find Her

Translator: Larbre Studio  Editor: Larbre Studio

Thinking of the latter, his face darkened.

He left WeChat and opened another messaging tool Q only to find her offline. Returning to WeChat, he clicked on her profile to start a conversation.

His slender fingers kept typing something and deleting it on the screen.

He ended up sending a “Happy New Year” sticker pretending to be a careless greeting.

It soon got a response:

Your friend has enabled Friend Confirmation. You are not friends yet. Please send a friend request to chat.

Bang.

He felt like someone just struck him hard on the head, his eyes sore.

She had deleted him.

His Yanyan should delete him.

Did she really hate him that much?

His heart frosted and missed a heartbeat.

It was harder than he expected to accept that she had erased him out of her life.

Yixuan went for text messages. WeChat didn’t work, but text messages can. Right?

“Add me back on WeChat. Now!”

He sent out a command and stared at the screen to wait for recipient to follow his order, except he didn’t even receive a “delivered” notice for the text.

The text was not sent out successfully, either, or it was blocked by some application.

What happened!

Yixuan clenched his phone, white-knuckled, as if he was to crumble it the ensuing second.

He looked again at the screen and dialed her number without hesitation.

Beep…

It rang once before it prompted:

“Hello, the number you dialed is busy now. Please dial later.”

He tried again two minutes later.

Still.

“Hello, the number you dialed is busy now. Please dial later.”

She blacklisted him!

He had to admit it.

That his Yanyan hated him so much that she cut off every single string of communication between them.

He just wanted to know she was okay.

“Wu Xiaomin!” he yelled toward downstairs.

The maid was almost rattled to lose balance at the door.

“Sir,” she had her head dipped as if she had done something wrong.

“Give me your phone.”

Yixuan approached and grabbed her phone directly from her hand, a girly pink one.

“Password,” he commanded coldly.

Wu Xiaomin didn’t dare to hesitate to give in the password, her legs even weaker and her forehead brimming sweat. Mr. Mo is so scary today.

Yixuan found Xiyan in Xiaomin’s WeChat and opened her Moments.

There was only one post, dated afternoon of December 31.

It was a photo of her footsteps on the snow that she took.

Yesterday, five days after their divorce, she posted the photo which was the only remaining sitting in her Moments while hundreds of old ones had been gone. She deleted them all.

Together with memories of them living together.

He found his eyes even sorer with unshed tears brewing. He stared at the photo and the pair of woman’s footsteps in it. They were not big, even small, as if they belonged to a child.

The woman that had been his side for four years had left for good.

He shot a look at Xiaomin standing uneasy at the door with an innocent look.

She was afraid to be scolded.

Yixuan tossed her phone back and took his wallet out to fling a stack of money on the coffee table.

“I’ll buy your WeChat account. Send your username and password to me and go get a new one for yourself. I’ll delete all of your friends in this account.” Except He Xiyan. He ordered the subordinate.

He then left the living room and left Xiaomin in shock.