"It seems that you still don't know what evil your son has done."

Nan Song's expression was still cold, even showing an icy chill. She curled her lips and said, "Congratulations, you just lost a grandson."

The expressions of Qin Wenjun and Mrs. Qin changed at the same time.

"I was kicked to death by your precious son."

Nan Song sneered coldly, "You're really promising."

Qin Wenjun and Mrs. Qin's faces turned pale again, and suddenly they couldn't say a word.

Nan Song didn't bother to talk nonsense with them. He stood up and walked towards the ward, leaving a faint sentence, "What a pity. I originally wanted to leave a heir for the old Qin family."

"..."

In an instant, a layer of cold sweat broke out on the backs of Qin Wenjun and Mrs. Qin.

*

When Nan Song walked into the ward, Nanya had already woken up.

In other words, she was awake from beginning to end.

Lying on the cold operating table while undergoing uterine evacuation, she clearly felt that the little life in her belly was leaving her little by little.

The eight-week-old child, just two months old, was gone.

Gone.

Killed by his own father.

What died together was her heart as a mother.

Lying in the operating room, she looked up at the snow-white ceiling. Her eyes were like a revolving lantern, flashing past her and Qin Jiangyuan's past.

She thought of him as a child, like a dazzling prince who always looked at her with his head held high and his chin down.

At that time, he was the flower of the high mountains, and she was just a humble morning glory.

Later, she finally got him.

She dedicated the most precious first time of a woman to him, and also dedicated herself to him like a sacrifice.

The moment he penetrated her, she clawed at the sheets with her hands in pain, but she was reluctant to let him stop, as if she knew she was drinking a poisonous wine, but she still drank it willingly.

Her obsession with getting him gradually turned into jealousy towards Nan Song. As time went by, she transformed herself into something beyond recognition.

But in the end, what did she get in exchange?

His betrayal, abandonment, humiliation, violence... all kinds of hurt, but he was not sincere.

"Second sister, you clearly know that Qin Jiangyuan is not well-meaning, why did you go out to see him?"

Nan Lin was extremely angry, "Aren't you sending yourself into the tiger's mouth?"

Nan Song leaned against the window and said nothing.

I’ve said everything I need to say, but I don’t have a long memory. What can I do?

Qin Jiangyuan couldn't enter the rose garden, but Nan Song had already given up her words. If Nanya stayed in the rose garden honestly for a day, she would leave her alone.

If she insists on going out, there is no need to stop her.

In the end, she still went out.

By now, she had nothing to say.

"I am stupid, but I still feel unwilling to do so. I want to see him begging for mercy and asking for my forgiveness."

Nanya moved her pale lips, and a wry smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, "Tiger poison cannot eat its seeds. I never thought that he would really kill his own children."

Nan Lin simply hated the fact that iron cannot be made into steel. "So what if he really kneels down and begs you for forgiveness? He has been unfaithful once and failed a hundred times. This is the end of your unwillingness!"

"I deserve it. I asked for it."

Nanya closed her eyes, "Don't worry about me, let's go."

Nan Song's eyes were cold and he looked over expressionlessly, his voice without any warmth, "There is really no need to worry about it anymore. Linlin, let's go."

The moment the ward door closed, Nanya finally collapsed and cried bitterly.

After coming out of the ward, Gu Heng walked over from a distance, glanced at Nan Lin, approached Nan Song, and whispered something.

Nan Lin's eyes widened in surprise.
Chapter completed!