Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"Originally, I wanted to... Finally find a person similar to jasmine. Unfortunately, although you are very similar to jasmine, you also make me tired, because you are more naughty than her. Even if men like challenging prey, they are too naughty, which will only make people feel tired... And I think you are also impatient..."

"So yesterday, Dongfang Shijin, was it you?"

Ye Qingcheng interrupted master Dongfang's nonsense. She didn't want to hear it at all, because each sentence was like an axe, cutting the most vulnerable place in Ye Qingcheng's mind.

“……”

Master Dongfang also stopped, raised his eyes and looked at Ye Qingcheng indifferently.

"Is it you, Dongfang Shijin?" Ye Qingcheng asked without giving up.

"Yes." short answer, cold, no temperature at all.

"How could this happen?"

"As he said, I didn't have any feelings for you. Even when we first met, I waited there for a long time. I wanted to wait for you to show up and take you away, but later, unfortunately? Or coincidentally? Someone beat you, so I happened to save Mei and bring you back."

The cruel answer made Ye Qingcheng feel like crying.

"I don't believe... You love me... We have children! I have your children!" Ye Qingcheng seemed to be in a desperate situation, and her eyes seemed to live for a moment. "Child, Dongfang Shijin, you used to expect our children so much, you said her name was Dongfang Qingcheng..."

"Your illusion," he replied indifferently, his eyes like obsidian, but cruel and cold, as if they were a deep hole with ice, "I deliberately made you pregnant, just to let you feel the pain of loss. Do you really think I will let a woman like you conceive my child?"

"... you..."

"No one can conceive my child, except Mu Enron, my fiancee," he reminded Mu Enron of his existence

Ye Qingcheng's breath seemed to cut thousands of cuts.

Little by little, the cold knife poked in, slowly, little by little, her fragile heart clearly heard the sound of fracture.

The blood vessels of her brain seemed to burst a little.

The feeling of whiteness seemed to faint for a moment.

Deep pain spread from the heart.

She gritted her teeth hard.

"You... Dongfang Shijin, this joke... It's not funny... It's not funny..."

Ye Qingcheng wanted to do it. She forgot that her hand was imprisoned by the chain. When she moved, the pain of the needle spread from her wrist.

She gasped in pain.

"This is not a joke." Dongfang Shijin's cruel voice made her collapse, but he couldn't see the pain in Ye Qingcheng's eyes. "Ye Qingcheng, I didn't love you from the beginning. I met you with a purpose... Do you think I might really fall in love with you? You're wrong. I never loved you at all."

"You can't deny that we were happy together... You once said..." Ye Qingcheng's voice finally softened. In front of Dongfang Shijin, she can't pretend to be arrogant. She is becoming humble

So humble that she felt sorry for herself.

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