-----A nearly tearing sound echoed around Lingfeng Pavilion-----
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Wanyan Che's fierce eyes widened and gnawed blood, and he held her wrist tightly. The fierce breath hit Ding Qianrong's body and mind, shocking her. She opened her trembling and cold lips lightly, and said without a sound: "Husband, husband
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"Pregnant? Are you pregnant?" There was no trace of joy in becoming a father in the deep tone, but the first sign of anger.
"Yes - yes, Qianrong is pregnant. Husband, you are going to be a father, aren't you happy?" Ding Qianrong calmed down, feeling guilty after being stared at by his fierce and intimidating eyes.
"Happy?" Wanyanche asked back, his cold voice full of anger, he held her wrist and tightened it violently.
Ding Qianrong's paper-colored face suddenly turned white, and she choked to speak. At this time, the person next to the pillow was radiating coldness and a dangerous aura.
The joints of her wrist creaked, and the force was so merciless that Ding Qianrong was so painful that she couldn't make a sound. Cold sweat overflowed all over her body, soaking her back. She opened her eyes in shock and looked at Wanyan Che in disbelief.
"You are actually pregnant, so where did the fetus come from two months ago? You just had a miscarriage, so where did you get the flesh and blood? Tell me." Wanyan Che roared in anger, which echoed through the bedroom.
"Husband, husband, it hurts, it really hurts, put it, ah - -"
Snapped- -
Xiliu's body seemed to have been blown by a storm, lying on the smooth sapphire floor. Suddenly, the palm prints on her pale face were abrupt and painful, accompanied by a sense of heartache and despair. Ding Qianrong covered the face that he had slapped hard,
With tears welling up in her eyes, she looked at the man in front of her in shock. He actually hit her? After months of love, he was willing to hit her?
"Let me ask you again, where did the fetus two months ago come from, and what happened to the fetus two months later? Which pregnancy of yours is the real one? Say--"
Wanyan Che kicked the green bamboo screen hard, and he was so angry that he vented his anger on the suffocating furnishings. The rouge and gouache on the fringed dressing table was swept away by him with his arms, and scattered on the floor.
The glass of the Luan mirror was broken, and there was chaos.
The sandalwood and vermilion round tables and low stools were reduced to sawdust by his violence, and the porcelain cups and jade pots were turned into broken porcelain and broken tiles.
A sound that was almost tearing echoed around Lingfeng Pavilion,
It's sudden, harsh, heart-stopping, and can't help but make people feel terrible and frightened.
The general was not so angry when he thought that the young lady had harmed the second lady, but now he is so angry after knowing that the second lady is pregnant. This is too abnormal.