After four years of living alone after marrying far away, he went back to his parents' home and

The moment Chen Mo pulled out the marriage certificate, the previously lively scene instantly fell silent.

Clearly, he came fully prepared this time!

"How is this possible?" Liu Zhiyuan shook his head and muttered as he walked forward, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"impossible!"

"She's my wife. We've been together for so many years, through thick and thin!"

"You two, haha, you've only known each other for a few days? She's always been a gentle, conservative, and faithful girl, how could she suddenly get a marriage certificate with you?"

As he spoke, Liu Zhiyuan reached out to snatch the marriage certificate, wanting to verify its authenticity himself.

This time, he has completely lost his mind!

After failing to snatch it, he pounced on Chen Mo.

"We've been together for eight years and haven't even gotten a marriage certificate, so why should you two get one?!"

Chen Mo's eyes turned cold; he had anticipated the opportunity and dodged the attack in quick succession.

Liu Zhiyuan lunged around but couldn't reach the marriage certificate. He became utterly enraged and grabbed the bouquet of red roses, then threw it at Chen Mo.

He struck repeatedly, each blow more violent than the last, his eyes red as he cursed:

"You stinking fisherman!"

"Under the guise of going fishing at my hometown's fishpond, he actually dared to steal my wife away!"

Chen Mo had been waiting for this moment. When the other party smashed it at him, Chen Mo simply turned to the side and raised his arm to block it.

Several times in a row, rose petals flew everywhere.

"With so many people watching, you started the fight first!"

Chen Mo sneered and finally fought back...

When the restaurant manager finally called the security guards and tried to separate the two, Liu Zhiyuan was already beaten black and blue and was lying on the ground howling in pain.

Other diners who were watching the commotion were asked to leave.

"Sir, would you like us to call the police?"

The restaurant manager stood to the side, tentatively asking questions of both sides.

Out of the corner of his eye, the manager saw the mess on the ground and looked so sad that he looked like he was about to cry.

Today is the weekend, and not only are there many customers, but also many bloggers who come to explore the restaurant.

Next, he might not be able to handle the overwhelming social media buzz surrounding the store!

Chen Mo had already stepped aside, letting Lan Yujuan, whose eyes were as red as a rabbit's, roll up his sleeves and check the "wound" on his arm.

The deep and shallow bloodstains on my arm were almost all from rose thorns.

Chen Mo and Lan Yujuan remained silent, seemingly lost in their own world.

Since the outcome is already like this, how much worse can it get?

Finally, Liu Zhiyuan, who had to be helped up from the ground, gritted his teeth and said:

"If they won't report it, then I won't report it either."

"We'll handle our own affairs privately."

The manager looked at Liu Zhiyuan with both disdain and a touch of pity.

"Sir, would you like to go to the hospital for a check-up?"

"Judging from your current appearance, you seem to be seriously injured..."

Liu Zhiyuan waved his hand irritably, but then gasped in pain.

"Hey, you guys better get out of here!"

"This is our private matter, it's none of your business!"

When the manager saw that the parties involved said they didn't need his help, he quickly made his escape.

However, considering that both parties were customers, a waiter was still arranged for them to leave:

"Go and get another first-aid kit, and apply some medicine to this gentleman as well."

The waiter, while slacking off on the sidelines, watched the spectacle with great interest, his eyes shining.

Upon hearing the manager's instructions, he quickly turned around to get the first-aid kit.

"Okay, I'll go right now!"

After the fight, the scene gradually returned to calm, much like after a volcanic eruption.

The little one, who had been hiding in the private room, slowly peeked out, holding onto the doorframe. He had clearly been crying; his eyelashes were still wet.

"Dad, are you alright?"

The little guy asked in a hoarse voice, his voice full of unease and worry.

Hearing the little one's soft, uneasy voice, all the adults present felt a pang of tenderness in their hearts.

Liu Zhiyuan subconsciously got up and was about to walk towards his daughter.

Unexpectedly, Chen Mo, who was standing at the door of the private room, had already picked up his biological daughter and kissed the little one's hair in front of him, whispering:

"Little Man, don't worry, Daddy's fine."

The little guy, nestled in his new dad's arms, seemed to finally breathe a sigh of relief after confirming that his new dad was alright.

She rested her little head on Chen Mo's shoulder, stretched out her little hands to hug Chen Mo's neck tightly, and whispered in his arms:

"Dad, please don't fight, I'm scared..."

Chen Mo's expression softened. He freed one hand and gently stroked the back of the little guy's head, earnestly replying:

"Okay, Dad will try to reason with you from now on and won't fight anymore."

Liu Zhiyuan, sitting opposite, witnessed the entire interaction between Chen Mo and his biological daughter.

At this moment, he finally broke down, and silent tears welled up in his eyes.

"Lan Yujuan, you're ruthless!"

"You spent my money, remarried with my child, and even taught her to recognize a thief as her father!"

"I was wrong, terribly wrong! I was still dreaming, leaving my hometown, thinking I'd rather be a live-in son-in-law than not salvage this relationship..."

"I was so blind! If I'd known you were such a fickle woman, I shouldn't have fallen for you in the first place!"

At this point, Lan Yujuan had long been numb from her ex-husband's torment, and hearing these words left her feeling nothing.

"Liu Zhiyuan, I know you're in debt and desperately need to raise money."

"As long as you promise not to bother us anymore, you can have a lawyer talk to me about the money. I can make appropriate concessions on top of what we agreed on."

Lan Yujuan knew in her heart that her ex-husband didn't have much of a way out.

If you really corner him, even a cornered dog will jump over the wall. Who knows what extreme things he might do then?

However, Lan Yujuan did not expect that as soon as she brought up the matter of money, the other party reacted as if his tail had been stepped on, and his face turned red with excitement.

"I don't want your charity, I don't want your filthy money!"

"I, Liu Zhiyuan, am capable of resolving my own affairs!"

"Lan Yujuan, you brought this upon yourself!"

"Do you really think there's another man who loves you like I do, who's willing to spend money on you and do everything you want?"

"I'm telling you, absolutely not! You're not destined for that!"

"If you don't cherish me now, you'll regret it sooner or later!"

After shouting his last words, Liu Zhiyuan wiped away his tears and limped away, his figure desolate and forlorn.

Lan Yujuan said to the retreating figure:

"I'll give you three days to think it over!"

At this moment, looking at that familiar yet unfamiliar back, Lan Yujuan realized that her thoughts had already changed imperceptibly.

When she left Xiahe Village, she hoped that Liu Zhiyuan would live a life of poverty and misery for the rest of his life, the more miserable the better.

But as she slowly emerged from her past predicaments, began to embrace a new life, and developed new goals and pursuits, her life became increasingly meaningful. As a result, her hatred for Liu Zhiyuan seemed to gradually diminish and be offset by her happiness.

At this moment, she even began to hope that the man she once hated to the core could also escape his predicament and find a new direction in his life.

Only when two people who were once close have both started new lives can that past relationship be considered completely over.

Only in that way will Liu Zhiyuan stop remembering his kindness and stop clinging to him like a persistent ghost...