Huangye paused for a moment, glanced at Bei Xijue, and raised the corners of his mouth in a nice arc.
"I want Shangguan Tang - die."
"What did you say?"
The teacup on the table was knocked over, and the tea spilled, soaking the documents on it.
"I said, I want her to die."
Bei Xijue's eyes narrowed: "Why?"
Huang Ye stood up, picked up the plain handkerchief between his thumb and forefinger, and threw it into the trash can nearby.
"Don't you understand, President Bei? For me, if I can't get it, I naturally don't want others to get it. So, the best way is to destroy it."
Bei Xijue's tall body shook violently, and Huang Ye's words before leaving were still lingering in his ears.
"I think if Mr. Bei disposes of Shangguan Tang, Queen Xiao of the Shangguan family will be happy to support the Bei family."
…
The sky was particularly gloomy today, and even Shangguan Tang, who was locked in a small room, felt it. She had been locked up here for almost a day. She curled up on the bedside, holding her knees with her hands. Her vagina still ached vaguely from time to time. She suddenly felt lucky.
She did not abort the child immediately. At least, she was not alone when she was so lonely.
"Baby, your father doesn't want your mother anymore, and he doesn't want you either."
She sighed lowly, Bei Xijue, he didn't believe her.
There was a noise at the door. Shangguantang looked over alertly, his heartbeat began to accelerate. Is he here?
The door was pushed open and a familiar person walked in.
"You are finally here..."
Shangguantang's throat seemed to be choked with something, making it difficult to even speak.
Bei Xijue slowly approached him, and when his eyes touched the familiar pendant necklace on her wrist, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Tangtang——"
He called her, and this sound was enough to make all Shangguantang's scruples collapse, and his tears instantly burst into tears.
"Bei Xijue, you bastard! Why don't you believe me and why do you want to lock me up?"
She half-knelt in front of him, pulling at the hem of his clothes, accusing and venting. The grievances that would come for the next day made her painful, and the most painful thing was that he didn't believe her.
"Hey, stop crying, it's all my fault."
Bei Xijue gently stroked her head, held her in his arms, and murmured.
She raised her head from his chest and looked at him with glistening teardrops on her face.
"Bei Xijue, you believe me, don't you?"
Bei Xijue was about to nod, but his eyes inadvertently glanced at the white bag beside the bed. There was a bottle of medicine lying in it, and the name of the medicine was facing him.
He pushed her away suddenly and reached out to pick up the bottle of medicine. The clear words on it stung his eyes.
"Shangguantang, is this how you treat me?"
He took a step back with difficulty and threw the medicine bottle violently. The plastic bottle hit the wall violently, bounced back, and landed at Shangguan Tang's feet.
"No, that's not the case, listen to me -"
"That's enough!" Bei Xijue yelled, "What's there to say? Shangguantang, it turns out that you are so unwilling to be pregnant with my child."
Bei Xijue felt his eyes burning. He had never felt this way before.
"Could it be that my position in your heart is still not as good as your mother Zhang? If I killed her, you will take revenge or even abort our child?"
He said the conjecture, but it made Shangguantang's whole body go cold. Who could remain calm when he brought up old things again? She sat slumped on her bed stupidly, her mouth squirming, but she didn't know what to say.
Seeing that she no longer argued, Bei Xijue rushed over like crazy, grabbed her shoulders, and growled over and over again.