"Tell me, who is that man?!"

Hearing the scarred man's gritted teeth and seeing the bulging veins on his arm, Song Yuli couldn't help but shrink his shoulders.

Noticing Song Yuli's actions, the scarred man became even angrier, but he did not step forward, instead trying his best to suppress his anger.

He tried to soften his tone before speaking again.

"Sweetie, tell me, who is that man?"

Song Yuli shook his head, giving an irrelevant answer: "I think you probably wouldn't like raising someone else's child, so please let me go. I promise I won't tell anyone about your whereabouts."

The scarred man narrowed his eyes, looking at Song Yuli dangerously: "You know who I am?"

Song Yuli bit her lip and nodded.

The scarred man chuckled, his expression turning sinister: "Now that you know who I am, why did you still confess your pregnancy to me? Aren't you afraid I'll cut open your stomach and strangle your child?"

Upon hearing this, Song Yuli immediately recalled the nightmare she had just experienced. Instantly, her face turned deathly pale, and she instinctively covered her stomach with her hands. She leaned back against the bed, her eyes wary and terrified as she looked at the scarred man.

She's so stupid.

How could she forget his true nature just because he spoke a few soft words to her?

He was the leader of an international criminal gang that committed arson, murder, robbery, and all sorts of atrocities.

Seeing the fear and resistance in Song Yuli's eyes, the scarred man became furious, his eyes turning fierce and bloodshot.

In that instant, only one thought occupied his mind: to strangle her.

If he can't have it, no one else can either!

Thinking this, he did just that. He leaned forward, grabbed Song Yuli by the collar, pulled her close, then released her and, without hesitation, choked her neck.

Suddenly, Song Yuli's eyes widened in terror as her neck was grabbed. She instinctively reached out to pry open the scarred man's hand, but the difference in strength between men and women was too great, so she had to give up.

Feeling the increasingly tight pressure on his neck and the thinning air in his mouth, Song Yuli's eyes suddenly reddened.

Is she really going to die?

No, she wasn't willing to accept it.

She hasn't given birth to her and Nangong Yu's child yet.

She hasn't even seen her child grow up yet.

She... hadn't even seen Nangong Yu one last time.

Seeing Song Yuli's face getting redder and redder, his heart skipped a beat, and then, as if branded with a hot iron, he quickly withdrew his hand.

Looking at Song Yuli, who was slumped on the bed, breathing heavily, and at the purplish-blue mark on her neck, he looked at his hands in disbelief.

What exactly is he doing?

He... almost strangled her to death with those hands?

Thinking of this, regret and guilt instantly filled his chest.

The scarred man pursed his lips. He was just about to get a little closer to Song Yuli when Song Yuli dodged him.

Song Yuli stood barefoot on the other side of the bed, her hands covering her neck, looking at the scarred man with a wary expression.

Seeing this, the scarred man had no choice but to stop and calmly look at her.

"I'm sorry, I lost control a bit just now and scared you."

Upon hearing this, Song Yuli shook his head violently, but his heart did not settle down despite the man's kind words.