In the room, Qin Xiamo just put the microphone back to its original place and turned around with a sarcastic expression: "What, are you here to prosecute your daughter?"

"So what?"

"When you lied to grandma, didn't you think that one day I would get along with your daughter day and night?"

"Yan Xiaye, let alone whether I will give you a chance to hurt Ya'er, you and I both know very well that you are not that kind of woman with a scorpion-hearted heart." Li Beicheng smiled coldly, not taking Yan Xiaye's threat seriously.

Take it to heart: "No matter how much you hate me and Shui Rou, you will only take revenge on us directly and will not attack innocent children."

He said so confidently that Yan Xiaye felt a sharp pain in his heart and suddenly smiled indifferently.

what is this?

He betrayed her, hurt her, deceived her, but he still believed that she didn't have that so-called heart of a snake?

Or is it because she was too soft-hearted and kind in the past that Yan Shuirou and Li Beicheng teamed up to ruin her entire life?

In the end, was she wrong?

That beautiful and indifferent attitude fell into Li Beicheng's eyes. He stepped forward expressionlessly, raised his hand and pinched her pointed chin, forcing her to look at him: "What's so funny?"

Yan Xiaye raised his head following his strength, and his gaze pierced his eyes like sharp knives: "The one you are talking about is Yan Xiaye, the young lady of the Li family, not Yan Xiaye, a prisoner who has been released from prison.

"

She raised the corners of her lips in a self-deprecating manner, her eyes were dim but without tears, and she murmured in a confessional voice: "I almost killed Yan Shuirou five years ago, and I should learn my lesson five years later, and don't always be that close."

, what do you think?”

Li Beicheng's dark eyes narrowed, as if he was trying to figure out the authenticity of her words.

"So, in order to avoid anything happening to your precious daughter, let's get divorced immediately. You can go and tell grandma that you don't want to have a wife who has been in jail. I don't care."

When Li Beicheng heard this, he curled his lips in mockery.

Everything before is just foreshadowing, and the last sentence is her true intention.

He knew that she would no longer be able to say anything that would please him, but fortunately, she didn't have to speak for the next thing.

Almost at the same time as Yan Xiaye finished her words, he took action without any warning and tore off the sash on her tender shoulders.

Her face instantly turned pale as paper, and she raised her hands to cover her chest in a hurry: "Li Beicheng, what are you doing!"

"What are you doing..." The man sneered meaningfully: "There are only you and me in this room, what else do you think I can do?"

Yan Xiaye opened his eyes in shock and ran away without even thinking.

One step away, Li Beicheng easily blocked her way, grabbed her slim waist and pulled her towards him, watching coldly as she fell involuntarily into his arms.

"Asshole! Let me go..." Yan Xiaye groaned, enduring the severe pain in his ankle and desperately resisting Li Beicheng's contact.

When he thought that this was Li Beicheng's true face, and when he thought about how he had humbled and admired him in the past, Yan Xiaye felt so sick that he wanted to vomit.

Li Beicheng expressionlessly tightened his arms and whispered in her ear like a lover: "Yan Xiaye, I just thought of a once and for all solution that will make you never want to mention the divorce again."

Yan Xiaye was choked by him and couldn't breathe. She clenched her slender fingers into fists to block the gap between the two of them, trembling and glaring at him: "You're dreaming!"

Perhaps the hatred was too clear, and those watery eyes were astonishingly bright.

Qingmei's little face was full of determination that would rather be broken than jade, and there was no trace of compromise.

Li Beicheng met her red eyes with disgust, and his breath was invisibly choked.

After about two or three seconds, he said in a cold and deep voice: "When you get pregnant with my child, I hope you won't regret your harsh words now.

Immediately afterwards, he somehow softened his tone: "If you be good, I will try not to cause you pain."

After saying that, he lifted her chin again with clear purpose, locked his dark eyes on her pink and attractive lips, and instinctively leaned forward to kiss her.

I don't know if it was his misunderstanding, but Yan Xiaye five years later was so lively and stubborn, countless times more palatable than the woman five years ago who had nothing but obedience.

So much so that for a moment, even he didn't know whether he was just trying to achieve his goal or whether he wanted to take the opportunity to taste her unknown sweet fragrance.

"……Ah."

As if all his strength had been drained from his whole body, Yan Xiaye laughed miserably and suddenly gave up all struggle.

Her unusual performance made Li Beicheng suppress the evil fire rising in his heart and examine her expression at a very close distance: "Stop struggling? Or is this exactly what you want?"

"Li Beicheng, you want to use my child to threaten me... It's a good plan, but it's a pity that it was impossible from the beginning."

Yan Xiaye raised his eyes coldly, as if talking about someone else's business, and spoke every word clearly: "If you have read my surgery report five years ago, you should know that I have permanently lost my fertility.

It’s thanks to you and Yan Shuirou.”

When she said this, her whole body was shaking, but she still gritted her teeth and refused to cry or admit defeat.

"What did you say……"

Li Beicheng's hand that was holding her loosened slightly, and his voice became uncontrollably heavier: "Yan Xiaye, if I knew you lied to me..."

Yan Xiaye just smiled.

The smile is bright and the eyes are full of flowers.

His brows furrowed even more tightly, and he was about to say something but was interrupted by a voice coming from outside the door: "Young Master, the Second Master has asked you to meet in the study."

"Okay, I'll be there soon."

The man was neither humble nor arrogant: "I'm sorry, young master, the second master said immediately."

Li Beicheng hesitated for a moment, but finally did not dare to disobey Li Yuntang's wishes.

Taking a step back and letting go of Yan Xiaye, he took a deep look at Yan Xiaye for the last time, turned around, and strode away.

As the door closed heavily, her butterfly-wing eyelashes trembled slightly, and a big teardrop fell from her eyes.

Her straight back collapsed little by little. In the empty room, she squatted down and hugged herself, biting the back of her hand and crying bitterly.

I don't know how long it took before Yan Xiaye stood up again, walked into the bathroom like a wandering spirit, and looked in the mirror to show some blood on his pale cheeks.

Her son's whereabouts are unknown, and her father owes Li Beicheng such a large amount of money. She must not collapse at this time.

"Yanyan, grandma asked me to come and ask you to eat!"

Hearing Xiao Yunduo's crisp voice, Yan Xiaye quickly washed his face, went out and opened the door, only to realize that he had not changed his clothes yet.

Xiao Yunduo raised his little head to look at her, hesitantly pursed his lips, and his worried expression was clearly visible: "Yanyan, why are you crying? Is it hurting somewhere? I'll ask Daddy to come and check for you..."

"I'm fine." Yan Xiaye grabbed the little guy who was about to run away, and his heart warmed: "Thank you for asking me to eat."
Chapter completed!