He stood up slowly, bent over, and slowly held her thin shoulders with both hands: "Do you think I will believe you when you say this? Let me tell you, even if you really slept with Sheng Xin, I, Fu Yanye,
I also swear that you will never escape my control again in this life."
Every word he spoke was not rushed, but poured out heavily.
Zhuo Jian looked at him and sneered: "Then what do you want? Let me pretend to be an ordinary couple in front of outsiders like you?"
"As long as you are not afraid of the children being sad, you can do whatever you want, but let me tell you, even if you are discharged from the hospital in two days, you will still be under my surveillance. Want to leave? Unless I die."
"Fu Yanye!"
She called him bitterly.
Why is he so persistent?
"In the future, when the children find out that our relationship has broken down a long time ago and ask about it, you can tell them yourself that you gave your body to another man and your heart to that bastard."
He suddenly said this sentence very seriously, with each word becoming more important than the last.
He also hated it.
That man named Sheng Xin.
It disrupted his originally peaceful life.
"Then do you want me to tell Chengcheng that his father will remain indifferent even if he sees him die?"
"..."
"I still need to tell the children that their father never loved me, but a woman named Lin Ruxiang."
"Zhuo Jian."
He suddenly yelled out her name, pushed her down on the bed, knelt on both sides of her slim waist, leaned over, and pinched her weak chin with his hand.
If he exerted even a little force at this moment, her jaw would undoubtedly be broken.
"Lin Ruxiang was desperate at that time. I could kill her, but you were lying weakly in my arms and covered in messes. How could you ask me to kill her? When the child who fell for Chengcheng fell, how could you?
Are you saying I'm indifferent?"
The warm starlight floated in Fu Yanye's black eyes as he looked at the woman beneath him who hated him and wanted to break up with him.
In her heart, is he really that heartless and cold?
Fu Yanye's breathing was a little shaky, and when tears kept falling from the corners of her eyes, he couldn't help but touch her forehead, slowly moved his hand from her chin, and asked her sadly: "Is it true that from the time Chengcheng was born?
At that time, could you really not see my fatherly love for him?"
If he really had fatherly love, he would not watch his child die without moving.
She believed everything, she only knew that he was so determined in front of her and could not move.
"Zhuo Jian, please don't erase all our previous relationships just because of one thing, okay?"
His words were very light.
It is more of a discussion and a prayer.
He never wanted to say these hateful words to her again.
They should have a good talk. When Chengcheng fell, they were all extremely sad and their eyes turned gloomy. They all loved Chengcheng deeply.
That was the flesh that fell from her body. He loved her as his own, so how could he not love the child she gave him?
She had obviously seen it before, and saw the strong relationship between their father and son, but because of that scene, she wiped out all the good things about him before.
"Let me go."
Zhuo Jian only murmured three words.
He pressed her forehead against hers and whispered: "No, I have laid a trap and I will never let you leave my sight."