Zhuo Jian slumped there, staring at the shiny knife.
Stab yourself?
Is that all it takes?
Zhuo Jian raised his eyes and looked at him, "Do you mean what you say?"
Fu Yanye just looked at her indifferently, as if waiting to see her next move.
Zhuo Jian knew that she could only get her children back by following him. She looked down at the knife again, and then leaned forward.
Fu Yanye watched her movements with his eyes.
Just when her hand was about to grab the knife, he suddenly rushed over and grabbed her jaw again, "Zhuo Jian, you are really not afraid of death, are you?"
He was not even afraid of death for the sake of his child with that man?
Zhuo Jian no longer knew what to say to him.
Because no matter what he said, he would never give her the child.
Once she had this realization, she was just helpless and decadent in his hands, crying.
Fu Yanye hated her silence even more. He pinched her jaw hard and cursed: "Rather than letting you die, I would rather see you miserable."
He came closer to her, looking at the tears on her face indifferently, and soon pushed her away in disgust.
He retreated to the sofa and sat down, looking at her with even more disgust.
Zhuo Jian knows that there is nothing she can do to him, what should she do?
Wang Rui?
Yes, Wang Rui and Yuan Man.
The child must have been taken away by them.
Otherwise Chang Xia wouldn't just be knocked unconscious.
If it were the two of them...
Zhuo Jian's eyes flashed brightly, and he immediately got up to leave.
"Don't expect to get any news from Wang Rui and Yuan Man? Unless they want to be separated forever."
"..."
Zhuo Jian stopped and turned to look at him.
Fu Yanye raised his eyes to look at her, not caring about the anger and resentment in her eyes at all. He could even say to her with a smile: "Go and experience the pain of losing a child again, and don't do anything that makes me feel sick again."
, otherwise the next time you see the twins, you may see their corpses."
"..."
Zhuo Jian's face turned pale. She couldn't believe what she heard.
Did he still have such vicious thoughts?
For two newborn babies?
Zhuo Jian's vision went dark, but she rushed to him again, threw herself in front of him and held his shoulders.
Fu Yanye let her look at her with such hatred.
He thought that at this moment, they both hated each other equally.
He is calm yet fierce.
Zhuo Jian held his shoulders tightly. The place she had relied on now felt like an impenetrable wall that she could not conquer. She hated his strength and hated her own weakness.
"Fu Yanye, if you dare to lay a finger on either of them, I will die for you."
Her chin trembled, and every word was squeezed out from between her teeth.
"Do I care?"
Fu Yanye found it funny.
Is she still trying to threaten him today?
I didn't let her die just now, I just didn't want to dirty my own floor.
"..."
Zhuo Jian had nothing to do with him.
After he no longer cares about her, her life and death no longer threaten him.
Zhuo Jian held his shoulders for a long time, tears streaming down her face before she murmured, "Have you seen them?"
Fu Yanye looked at her in agony, but his heart was cold. He looked at her with sinister eyes, "Why should I see those dirty things?"
Zhuo Jian cried and laughed, begging him in a weak and hoarse voice: "Go and see them."
Fu Yanye felt as if a tsunami was coming. What did she want?