When talking about Lu Jing's death, Yan Lirong laughed sarcastically.
He raised his head, stared at me, and said word by word: "Lu Jing? He deserves to die! I was just helping him!"
My heart tightened. It really was related to him!
"He deserves to die. He's just like Lou Xiaoyun, a bitch. He should go to hell!"
Yan Lirong suddenly started cursing like crazy, which angered Yan Meng.
Yan Meng grabbed his collar and warned him with a sinister look: "Watch your mouth! If you say anything about my mother again, I'll kill you right here!"
Yan Meng exuded a strong sense of oppression, and even Yan Lirong trembled in fear.
He believed that Yan Meng was not just talking.
But perhaps it was the memories of the past that made it difficult for him to suppress his anger. Yan Lirong snorted coldly, his words still sharp: "Don't be so emotional. Do you really think your mother is some pure and innocent girl? She married me while pregnant and has been cheating on me for over twenty years. Let me ask you, what man can endure such humiliation?!"
Yan Meng's hands, which were gripping his collar, were shaking, as if he was unwilling to believe the facts Yan Lirong stated.
I heard from my grandmother that Lou Xiaoyun was forced to marry Yan Lirong in order to pay off her father's debts.
If she had confessed her pregnancy at that time, Yan Lirong would never have married her.
But Lou Xiaoyun did not confess, instead she continued to make the mistake.
I know that Lou Xiaoyun was forced to do so by the circumstances.
But in this matter, it was indeed she who was the first to let Yan Lirong down.
I stepped forward and pulled Yan Meng away, gently comforting him: "Don't be anxious, just listen to what he has to say."
For Yan Meng, Lou Xiaoyun is his sore spot. Whenever anyone mentions Lou Xiaoyun, he finds it difficult to calm down.
For my sake, Yan Meng snorted coldly and stood aside without saying a word.
I looked at Yan Lirong and continued, "Since she deliberately concealed it from you, how did you know that the child in her belly was Lu Jing's?"
Yan Lirong's eyes were filled with anger. "I had no idea at first. She staged a premature birth drama to keep me from suspecting anything. If Yan Meng hadn't fallen and been hospitalized when she was seven, I would have been kept in the dark and treated her like my own child."
"The blood types don't match. I just know the child isn't mine. But when I questioned her, she refused to say anything. We're already married, and we have a child with someone else. What can I do? Should I tell everyone I've been cuckolded?"
Yan Lirong’s questioning left me silent again, speechless.
Yan Lirong lowered his head dejectedly, and reluctantly brought up the unbearable past: "At first, I didn't know whose child it was. I checked many men around her, but I didn't think of Lu Jing at all."
Having said that, Yan Lirong sneered, his eyes full of self-mockery.
He murmured softly, "Lou Xiaoyun and I didn't know each other for long before we got married, but I knew Lu Jing. He and Lou Xiaoyun had previously co-founded a clothing studio, which was the earliest Bailu Clothing."
"At that time, Lu Jing was just an unknown fashion designer, not a graduate of a professional school. He just had a lot of ideas in his head. He and Lou Xiaoyun founded a studio, but he quit not long after and turned to become a teacher. I never thought that Lou Xiaoyun would actually fall for such an unremarkable man."
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