Haiyue didn't understand why Sikong Jingqiu asked about Yunyan at this time, and didn't want to understand.
All she knew was that she didn't want to admit that she had lost her heart in front of this cold-blooded man without any emotion.
So, she nodded and forced herself to say something against her will, "...yes." [
"Really?" Sikong Jingqiu stood there. The dim light of the setting sun slipped in through the window, lengthening his shadow and imprinting it on the bed. Hai Yue placed his clenched fist on the quilt.
As if indicating that their relationship is about to reach a freezing point, it is desolate and cold.
Haiyue said no more, lowered her head and stared at the white knuckles. A drop of crystal tears rolled down from her eyes and dripped on the back of her hand. Before Haiyue could see its shape clearly, she slipped into the quilt.
, broken into a small pool of tears.
Sikong Jingqiu did not turn around. He kept his eyes on an unknown point outside the window and did not look back. There was no warmth in his voice, "I will let you go after you give birth to the child. Before that, you'd better do it."
Don't have anything to do with Du Yunyan anymore. My indifference and good temper will only happen once."
While Sikong Jingqiu spoke coldly, he turned around and squinted at the tears that continued to roll down Haiyue's cheeks and disappeared into the quilt. An angry voice spit out from his thin lips, "After the child is born,
, you are free to decide where to go, and if you decide to stay..."
"If you decide to stay, although you cannot be Miss Sikong, you can have the identity of Mrs. Sikong for the rest of your life. If you decide to leave and be with Du Yunyan again..." Sikong Jingqiu stretched out his hand, hooked Haiyue's chin and lifted it
, said coldly and dangerously, "Miss Sikong, don't even think about it. Everything in the Sikong family will have nothing to do with you. Don't worry, I have never treated the women who have been with me badly."
Sikong Jingqiu did not pinch her chin tightly, he just held it gently, but Haiyue felt as if a thousand kilograms of weight was pressing down on her. She opened her mouth, but could not say anything, "I..."
"There's no need to answer me in a hurry." Sikong Jingqiu straightened up, inserted one hand into his black trousers, looked coldly at her wet and misty eyes, and said in a chilling voice, "You still have a long time to go.