"How many times have I told you not to have anything to do with people from the official family? Why on earth are you doing this?"
Yan Mubei raised his eyes to look at his mother, his eyes cold and mocking: "It's not that I want to have anything to do with them, it's that my birth has been destined to have something to do with them."
In an instant, Yan Yongzhi's face turned pale: "You, what do you mean?"
He looked at his mother's flower-like appearance and was frighteningly calm: "Mom, you think I don't know?"
Yan Yongzhi suddenly felt cold all over and couldn't understand her son.
The boy she raised alone and held dear to her heart was now too powerful for her to face.
She thought she had hidden the secret in her heart for many years, but she didn't expect that he still knew about it.
After that, the mother and son were silent for a while, then they turned away from each other, and then Yan Yongzhi left their bedroom.
After the bedroom door closed, Yan Mubei's eyes fell back on the face of the little woman in the bed.
He gently rubbed the back of her hand with his chin and murmured to himself: "You are mine, and I will never give you up to him."
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Lin Qianqian woke up in the middle of the night, slowly opened her eyes, and saw a man with a surprised face.
He stood up and bent down to help her sit up: "You're awake..."
"Don't touch me." Thinking of his cruelty and ruthlessness, Lin Qianqian was subconsciously afraid of panic. She quickly pushed him away and dodged to the other side, while shouting: "No, don't kill me."
Yan Mubei's heart was stung, and his face turned even paler.
He quickly came to his senses and quickly coaxed her: "Fool, how could I be willing to kill you? I was just... too angry at the time."
Lin Qianqian didn't believe what he said, and kept shrinking towards the edge of the bed while holding the quilt, with too much fear and panic in her eyes.
If anyone was suddenly pinched by the neck and kept pinching, no matter how she begged for mercy, there was only a strong murderous intent in his eyes. After narrowly escaping from death, how could he dare to get even half a step closer to the murderer?
Lin Qianqian is a proud person, but not a courageous person. She is afraid of death.
Especially after the process of trying to die just now and being stared at and pinched hard by him, all the courage in her body at this moment was zero.
She found that she was suddenly afraid of him, extremely afraid.
She wasn't afraid of him before. She often made him angry and angry, but she just wasn't afraid of him.
Because she knows he won't hurt her.
It has been three years, and the man who loved her so much is now gone.
Yan Mubei standing in front of her would frame her, use Lin and her father to force her to submit, or strangle her to death if she was unhappy.
Lin Qianqian was so frightened that her eyes turned red involuntarily and her voice choked with sobs: "Don't come over..., please, don't hurt me."
She was tall, but not fat, and her pitiful look made Yan Mubei's heart ache.
"I won't hurt you, I swear I won't hurt you again." He coaxed her gently, slowly climbed onto the bed and stretched out his hands to her: "Qianqian, dear, come over here and let me see you."
Perhaps knowing that no one could replace his feelings for her, Yan Mubei put down his dignity and begged her for peace.
Lin Qianqian shook her head desperately: "Don't come over, don't come over."
"I won't hurt you, really, trust me." He crawled forward two more steps, raised his long arms, and easily held her in his arms.
Holding her with one hand, he gently stroked her hair with the other.