The August sun is scorching the earth like a raging fire, and half of the flowers in the yard have wilted, just like the mood of warming wine at this moment.
One of her hands was supporting her eight or nine-month-old pregnant belly, and the other hand was holding on to the handrail of the stairs next to her.
If it weren't for the handrail, she might have fallen down the steps.
Just a few minutes ago, Fu Sichen came back.
She hadn't seen him since he left on their wedding night.
She thought he had figured it out and came back for the sake of the child.
But she didn't expect that her heart would be shattered into pieces of glass after she became so excited.
He is back.
Oh, not only did he come back, he also came back with another woman with a big belly.
"Rourou, are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? Are you hungry? Mother Lin, prepare something to eat for Rourou."
Fu Sichen was wearing a pressed black suit, his facial features were exquisite and impeccable, and his voice was deep and pleasant.
Wen Jiujiu stood on the steps with red circles under her eyes. The boundless darkness was swallowing her up. Her heart seemed to be filled with glass particles and rushed to her throat. Her throat was cut with blood and she couldn't even say a word.
She was so pregnant that she had never even seen his face, let alone cared about him. Seeing him caring so much about Lin Rourou, she felt as if her heart had been hit hard by a hammer.
Lin Rourou raised her eyes, with provocation in her eyes.
The servants at home are busy moving her things.
"Si Chen, the drinking is over, why don't I leave... I can't stay here. She is your wife and the one recognized by the old man. I have no name or status, so I shouldn't stay here.
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Lin Rourou was about to cry, and she lowered her head.
"Wen Jiujiu, let's get a divorce."
Fu Sichen raised his head and looked at the warm wine on the steps with ruthless disgust.
After warming up the wine, my nose felt sour and my heart felt like a knife.
"Fu Sichen, what did you say? Divorce? Are you talking humanly? The child in my belly is yours!"
"I won't want your child, so what if it's mine. I'll only feel disgusted if it has anything to do with you!"
"Fu Sichen, how can you talk about the child like this! What crime has the child committed?"
"Wen Jiujiu, you were the one who climbed into my bed, you were the one who impersonated Rourou for saving my life, and you were the one who thought you were threatening grandpa to marry me!"
"You and the baby in your belly make me feel sick!"
The man's handsome face was filled with nothing but endless disgust and disgust.
"Fu Sichen, I told you that I did not pretend to receive anyone's help, nor did I threaten grandpa..."
Wen Jiujiu's voice trembled, and he felt weak all over. No matter how she explained, he only believed Lin Rourou's lies.
She came down the steps with difficulty and walked to Lin Rourou with tears in her eyes.
"Jiujiu, I'm sorry, it's my fault...I won't-"
"It's really your fault, bitch." Wen Jiujiu's eyes were filled with coolness, and he raised his hand and slapped her.
"Si Chen——" Lin Rourou started crying instantly.
"Wenjiujiu!" A big hand suddenly grabbed the small hand that was still in the air.
The delicateness of Wen Jiujiu's hand shocked Fu Sichen, and he subconsciously relaxed a little while holding her hand.
"Fu Sichen, I have never done anything sorry for you!"
"I'm tired of loving you for more than ten years. I'm willing to do anything for you, but I was wrong. I shouldn't be so humble. If I don't love you, I don't love you. I know you will never love me in this life. I
I will never love you again. Fu Sichen, I am divorcing you. From now on, we are completely divorced. I wish you a long life together! I wish we will never see each other again!"
As Fu Sichen listened to Wen Jiujiu's words, a trace of hesitation seemed to flash in his deep eyes.
He felt inexplicably annoyed and slammed Wen Jiujiu's hand away.
At this moment, Lin Rourou suddenly stretched her legs slightly.
Wen Jiujiu stumbled and fell backwards. Almost instantly, her waist hit the coffee table.