Chapter 71 But I was too slow, now it’s too late
Lin Yan didn't expect that such scumbag quotes would come from the mouth of Song Yanzheng, a down-to-earth and reliable man.
It completely overturned her three views.
"Song Yanzheng." Lin Yan reminded him, "Wake up! Your wife is still pregnant. How can you say such things?"
"Pregnant..." Song Yanzheng suddenly chuckled, a hint of sarcasm spread across the corners of his lips, and he murmured in a trance: "Yes... She is pregnant... What a pregnant..."
The hand on his shoulder slowly dropped, and the two of them fell into a stagnation.
After a while, Song Yanzheng sorted out his thoughts, gently pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and looked at her again: "I'm sorry, Yanyan, just treat it as nonsense I just said, don't mind it."
Lin Yan said coldly: "If nothing else, I'll leave first."
"Yan Yan." Song Yanzheng suddenly asked, "Are you and Xing Yu... together?"
"without."
Song Yanzheng took a step forward, a rare sternness on his gentle face.
"Yan Yan, you must be obedient and don't have anything to do with Xing Yu. The Xing family is very complicated, and Xing Yu is not as simple as you think. In short, you must not be with him, do you understand?"
Lin Yan didn't respond or say anything, and just left.
Song Yanzheng looked at her back, his body feeling like it was nailed to the spot, painful and stiff...
The windows of the black car across the street slowly closed.
Xing Mo sat in the back seat and watched the video he had just taken on his phone, then sent it directly to Xing Yingxue.
"Second Master, it seems Song Yanzheng is really interested in Lin Yan!" The front-seat driver was a little confused. "But why did you tell him about Lin Yan's return to Jingbei? Miss Yingxue would definitely be angry if she knew."
Xing Mo turned his phone around and curled his lips: "Just make her mad to death."
"Second Master, she is your sister..."
Xing Mo's eyes darkened, he threw his phone hard at the driver and spoke coldly.
"What a lousy sister! When I was in trouble, she was the first one to save Xing Yu! I didn't get the chance to see her get married in person, so shouldn't I give her a gift now to make up for it?"
The driver shrank his neck, not daring to make a sound...
"Let's prepare for the next two days." Xing Mo's eyes were cold and he said softly, "It's time to go home."
"Yes..." the driver asked, "Then...Lin Yan's side?"
"Xing Yu has returned to Longping." Xing Mo smiled sinisterly: "Just right, I can take this opportunity to kill her."
…
The night is like an inky black curtain.
Song Yanzheng stood outside the villa for a long time without going in.
Looking at the brightly lit villa in front of him and thinking of the pregnant woman in the villa, his expression became much colder.
He walked in with the emotions that had accumulated throughout the day.
"Master is back." The nanny stepped forward and nodded, rubbing her hands and hesitating, "Master, please go upstairs quickly. I don't know what happened. Madam just smashed a lot of things upstairs..."
Song Yanzheng didn't ask any more questions. He returned to the room and saw Xing Yingxue sitting on the sofa with red eyes. The room was in a mess, and the floor was covered with broken pieces of the vase that she had dropped.
Song Yanzheng walked towards her slowly, bent down, picked up the broken vase at her feet and threw it into the trash can.
"What's wrong?"
Xing Yingxue raised her eyes and asked, "Where have you been?"
Song Yanzheng said frankly: "Meet Yanyan."
Xing Yingxue tried her best to control her emotions and maintain the image of an elegant and gentle wife in Song Yanzheng's mind.
"Yan Zheng, you clearly promised me that you would not meet her again."
Song Yanzheng looked at her, his face calm: "So?"
Xing Yingxue's eyes trembled slightly. Song Yanzheng's indifference was like ice water that chilled her from head to toe.
She had never seen him like this before.
A feeling of panic gradually took over my mind.
After hesitating for a while, Xing Yingxue stood up from the sofa, walked towards him, and gently hugged him: "Yan Zheng...you love me, right?"
Song Yanzheng didn't respond.
Xing Yingxue raised her head, stood on tiptoe and kissed his lips, then asked again: "Yan Zheng, you love me, don't you?"
Song Yanzheng pushed her away and she met his eyes.
Then, his very faint voice came to my ear.
"Xing Yingxue, let's get a divorce."
Xing Yingxue's mouth froze and her face turned pale in an instant.
"Yan Zheng, what are you talking about? I'm still pregnant with your child, and our baby will be born in a few months... Yan Zheng, stop joking, okay?"
Song Yanzheng lowered his eyes and glanced at her lower abdomen, his calmness was a little scary.
"Xing Yingxue, are you sure that the child you are carrying is my child?"
Hearing this, Xing Yingxue's pupils suddenly shrank, and she opened her mouth in a daze, unable to utter a single sound.
Her reaction confirmed the answer he wanted.
He walked to the window, turned his back to her, and spoke slowly.
"Xing Yingxue, I looked at your phone yesterday. I saw all the chats between you and that man. I thought about it all day, and I don't blame you, I blame myself. I only married you so I could use your status to climb the social ladder. My motives were not pure, so being cuckolded is my own fault."
"So, let's get a divorce. There's no need for us to continue living together."
Xing Yingxue moved towards him step by step, her voice becoming very hoarse.
"Yan Zheng...please listen to my explanation. I...I did love you. At that time, I took the initiative to pursue you. You ignored me at first and were always with Lin Yan...That night, I was in a bad mood and...I got drunk at the bar...and...had sex with a man..."
"Yan Zheng, I didn't know! I didn't know I was pregnant... I only found out I was pregnant after you agreed to be with me... But I didn't dare tell you. I was afraid that if I told you... you would no longer want me..."
As Xing Yingxue spoke, tears rolled down her cheeks.
She grabbed her hair in frustration and apologized to his back.
"Yan Zheng... I'm sorry... I didn't mean to lie to you... I really love you and I really don't want to lose you... I'll have the baby aborted and we can start over, okay?"
Song Yanzheng turned around, his emotions still unchanged, and he just raised his hand to wipe the tears from her face.
"Yingxue, let's get a divorce. I don't love you."
Xing Yingxue cried but then burst into laughter: "Yes, you don't love me! You love Lin Yan, you love Lin Yan, right?"
Song Yanzheng was silent and looked at her silently.
Xing Yingxue gradually collapsed.
"Song Yanzheng, do you know that I worry about you every day? You sleep next to me, and you call her name in your dreams. You get drunk at a social event and hug me, and you call her name. Even your phone screen saver is always the letter Y."
"You even lied to me and said it was the Ying in my name. Do you think I'm stupid? Song Yanzheng, do you like Lin Yan that much?"
"Yeah, I like it." Song Yanzheng smiled bitterly: "But I'm too slow, it's too late now."
Xing Yingxue's eyes were dull and she closed them tiredly with trembling lips.
A line of clear tears fell again.
"Okay... I'll let you go... Song Yanzheng... but you will definitely regret it..."
…
Monday was very busy and Lin Yan worked overtime until after nine o'clock in the evening before leaving the company.
As soon as I went downstairs, Su Xin called.
"Sister Lin Yan, are you still working overtime? I've completed all the tasks you assigned to me! I've also prepared dinner. When will you be back?"
"I'm on my way. I'll be home in twenty minutes."
"Okay, I'll wait for you!"
After hanging up the phone, Lin Yan walked to the side of the road and hailed a taxi.
Just as I took out my cell phone, a dark shadow came over from behind.
She spun around, and an iron bar hit her head hard.
Everything went dark before his eyes and he fell backwards.
In an instant, a pair of arms grabbed her waist.
The scent of sandalwood from that person penetrated into my nostrils.
The moment she closed her eyes, she saw those narrow, dangerous phoenix eyes...
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