Every word Fu Yanye said was filled with unbearable hatred.
She dares to fall in love with another man, and what else does she expect to get back from him?
"Fu Yanye, you already have Chengcheng."
Zhuo Jian knew that he hated her for being with Sheng Xin, but how could he be so greedy?
She couldn't beat him, she was helpless.
Zhuo Jian walked over, squatted next to him, and looked at him humbly with tears in his eyes, "Fu Yanye, can you give them back to me? They are still young and can't live without their mother."
"What about Chengcheng? Is he old? Who made him call his mother in the middle of the night but there was only an echo in the room? Do you ever care about his feelings?"
Fu Yanye lowered his eyes and looked at the woman squatting in front of him. Seeing her hand on his arm, he said with great disgust: "Take your hand away."
Zhuo Jian couldn't take it away, so she held his arm hard. She looked at him more humbly, "It was you who took Chengcheng away. I didn't want him to leave me."
"Have you never thought about it? When you were having a baby with another man, why did you still think that you had a one-year-old child?"
"no."
"Not what?"
"I have not forgotten, I have never forgotten, at that time..."
"At that time, you thought he was dead, so you rushed to create another one to replace him, right? Then you felt better, so when I went to ask for Chengcheng, you would give him back to me so easily."
Fu Yanye looked at her, every word was like a needle pricking her heart.
But he still felt it was not enough. He was so cold, arrogant, and so hateful. He said: "What qualifications do you have to talk to me here? What qualifications do you have to pretend to be humble in front of me? Do you think I will still believe you?"
He suddenly grabbed her chin with one hand. At this moment, he really wanted to crush her.
Zhuo Jian half-knelt on the ground, tears streaming down her face, "You set the conditions. As long as you return them both to me, I will promise you anything."
"I want you to do a lot, but I won't let you see those two scoundrels again."
"..."
Bastard?
Zhuo Jian looked at him on the night of August 15th last year.
Although he has been very careful, it may be God's will.
Zhuo Jian looked at him and asked him: "What do you want me to do?"
"I want you dead."
"Death? Do you think I like my miserable life?"
Ever since she thought Chengcheng was dead, she no longer wanted to live.
She has nothing left, he doesn't love her, and her family is gone. What's the point of her staying alone in the world?
She was hopeless.
But she was pregnant with Chengli and Chengqing.
"Aren't you curious? Then you will die for me."
Fu Yanye pinched her chin, his dark eyes swept from the side of her face to her pink neck, and he squeezed harder.
"Fu Yanye, let me take them..."
"Shut up, you're so dirty now that I feel sick."
He looked at her and felt as if his heart was being stabbed. She didn't care about him and her son at all, all she could think about was the two children and Sheng Xin.
Zhuo Jian's tears slid down her face and fell into the palm of his hand holding her chin.
Fu Yanye felt the wet liquid in his palms and immediately shook her away.
Zhuo Jian collapsed on the ground, angry and helpless.
"How on earth do you want to give them back to me? Please, they are still so young, they..."
"Stab yourself and I'll let you see them."
Fu Yanye suddenly reached out and picked up the fruit knife on the table and threw it directly to the ground.