Chapter 94: A Son's Status Depends on His Mother
"You're not jealous?" Leng Huaijin stared at her pretty face for a while, then looked down at his legs in the wheelchair with a dim gaze. "It means you think I can't get better and you're starting to dislike me."
Shen Weiyang: “…”
But no matter how speechless she was, she still felt guilty when she thought that Leng Huaijin's legs became like this because he was trying to save herself and her child.
Reason told her that it was not her fault.
But since it wasn't her fault, could she just abandon him and leave irresponsibly?
Seeing Shen Weiyang remained silent, as if she was a little shaken, a cunning light flashed in Leng Huaijin's eyes.
But on the surface he still looked very calm, very calmly fragile.
"I want to sleep. Please help me take a shower."
He said this very naturally, not feeling that there was anything wrong with it at all.
Shen Weiyang felt humiliated and looked at him with a sneer: “Boss Leng, do you think of me as your servant?”
Leng Huaijin frowned slightly: "No, why do you think so."
Shen Weiyang: “Since it’s not, Mr. Leng should ask your fiancée to come for things like taking a bath, I won’t bother you.”
After saying that, she grabbed the handle of the suitcase again and prepared to leave.
Even if he was now paralyzed because of saving her and her child, even if she felt guilty about it, he had already decided to get engaged to another woman.
From then on, everything about him had nothing to do with her.
"Shen Weiyang," he held her wrist, forcing her to stop and leave, "Do you want me to get engaged to Luo Miao?"
Shen Weiyang looked at him ridiculously: "Boss Leng's question is very interesting. Do you hope that I have the final say?"
Leng Huaijin looked at her seriously, his beautiful eyes as dark as ink: "You have the final say."
Women are always powerless against handsome men.
Just like now, looking at Leng Huaijin's deep eyes, Shen Weiyang felt as if she had fallen into a swamp of deep affection. The more she struggled, the deeper she drowned.
Fortunately, she still had a little bit of rationality.
After coming back to her senses, she smiled at him and said, "Boss Leng is already married for the second time. I don't think it's appropriate to get engaged. It's better for him to marry Miss Luo directly, if the old lady doesn't mind having other things overshadow her birthday party."
Leng Huaijin's big hand holding her wrist gradually tightened, as if he wanted to crush her wrist with such strength.
He looked at her with cold eyes and asked, "You really think so, huh?"
Shen Weiyang wanted to break free, but his big hand clamped her wrist tightly, as if he didn't care whether he would crush her wrist or not.
Yes, when has he ever cared about her feelings?
No matter whether it was four years ago or four years later, no matter how he treated her, she could not be sure of his sincerity.
"Of course I'm serious. Mr. Leng is not young anymore. It's time for him to get married and start a family to give an explanation to Old Madam Leng."
Leng Huaijin was amused by her obvious sullen look. He pulled her to his side, looked at her and said jokingly, "You've already given me two children. I've finally given the old lady an explanation."
Shen Weiyang sneered: "Boss Leng, have you misunderstood something? These two children are not born specifically for you. No matter whose children I was pregnant with back then, I would have given birth to them in the end."
She loves her four children very much.
But that was the situation back then. If she didn't give birth to the four children, her own life would be threatened.
So at that time, no matter whose child he or she was pregnant with, she would definitely give birth to the child, and it had nothing to do with whether it was Leng Huaijin's child or not.
She stated a fact indifferently, and Leng Huaijin's already scarred heart seemed to be gradually covered with a layer of frost, and the pain was so severe that he couldn't breathe.
"Weiyang, don't say things that make me unhappy."
After a moment's silence, he let go of her hand and spoke in a hoarse voice.
"I won't really get engaged to Luo Miao. I won't marry anyone else except you."
Are you not really going to get engaged to Luo Miao?
Shen Weiyang sneered: "Leng Huaijin, do you think I am still the college student who just graduated back then? I will believe you whatever you say?"
Leng Huaijin's tone gradually became stronger: "You must believe me."
"If you leave now, you'll never see Chen Jun again in your life."
He didn't want things to get too awkward between them, and he also wanted to pamper and love her.
But Shen Weiyang, you don’t give me the chance to be gentle with you.
Since you don't listen when I talk to you nicely, you can't blame me.
"This is a recent photo of Leng Jun."
He took out a photo from his mobile phone, which showed a pair of small hands covered in blood and blisters.
This is, is this her son's little hand?
Shen Weiyang snatched Leng Huaijin’s phone and stared at the little hand on the screen, her eyes moist.
How did her son's hand become like this?
Why did such a young child become like this?
Leng Huaijin acted cold-blooded as if this child had nothing to do with him: "You can leave now, and you don't have to come back in this life."
"How long do you think a four or five-year-old child's memory will last? When he returns from his studies there, how much memory do you think he will still have of his so-called mother?"
It is a hell on earth, where people are trained to become cold-blooded and ruthless killing machines.
Shen Weiyang had been there before and knew how terrible it was, so when she heard Leng Huaijin say this, her eyes turned bloodshot and filled with sorrow.
"Leng Huaijin, Ajun is also your son."
Looking at her worried and sad expression because of her son, a surge of jealousy came over him. Leng Huaijin never thought that one day he would even be jealous of his own son.
“Shen Weiyang, you just said it yourself, no matter whose child you were pregnant with, you would give birth to it.”
He was as cold as a heartless demon.
"Since this child was not born because of me, Leng Huaijin, then he is not my child. His life or death has nothing to do with me."
This was the first time Shen Weiyang had heard such a statement. She looked at him in disbelief: "Leng Huaijin, are you heartless? He has half your blood in him, and you say he is not your son?"
Leng Huaijin remained indifferent: "I've said before, in my place, a son's status depends on his mother's. If you want your son to have an easier life, don't disobey me and don't think about leaving."
Shen Weiyang looked at the man sitting in the wheelchair, and felt that the slight good impression she had of him because of his life-saving grace had completely dissipated.
She was too stupid. This was Leng Huaijin. His ruthlessness and coldness had long been ingrained in his bones and could not be cured.
Why would she expect a man who cheated on his wife and wanted to kill his ex-wife to silence her to be a good father?
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