If Yang Shushu hadn't seen the images of the past, she might still have been able to remain nonchalant and arrogantly reply to him, "Go ahead."
However, she accepted the memories of her previous life and even inherited some of the emotions. She had never actually seen her previous life's parents, but she could feel their love for their daughter from her memories.
How could she have the heart to shamelessly take over someone else's daughter's body after their daughter left, and cause them to get hurt?
Yang Shushu lowered her head, as if giving up some struggle, and nodded gently: "I... understand."
Damn it, I won’t elope or run away, but I will cuckold you every day. When the day comes that you are cuckolded all over, let’s see if you will still divorce me.
In her memory, the marriage between her predecessor and this man was like a dull silent drama. Apart from the occasional smile he showed when he pursued her in the beginning, the two had almost no communication after marriage. She could vaguely see that her predecessor was afraid of the man, but neither she nor her predecessor understood why the man hated her so much, and if he hated her, why did he have to marry her?
Yang Shushu had a big question mark in her mind, thinking that all this was too unreasonable. It seemed that there was a thread behind the original owner that she herself didn't know about, which was silently and invisibly entwining around her life.
Mu Shicang was very satisfied with Yang Shushu's obedience at this time. He nodded, raised his hand and gently touched the back of her head, then slowly slid down, and finally stopped at the back of her neck. The warm back of her neck was suddenly touched by the cold skin, and Yang Shushu's body trembled.
Mu Shicang seemed very satisfied with her little reaction and felt that it was a good thing to still be afraid. After all, as long as people have fear, they can control it.
"Are you scared now? What about when you used a knife to cut your blood vessels? Do you know how much trouble you've caused me?" Mu Shicang's voice seemed to be smiling and sounded very gentle, but Yang Shushu could feel that the hand pinching the back of her neck was very strong, as if he wanted to strangle her neck in one go.
What she wanted to say was: Don’t be afraid of your sister, I want to kick you over right now, if you have the guts, strangle me again, if you can’t kill me, I will strangle you to death one day.
But when she thought about it, she said, "I... don't know."
If it was the original owner, she really should not know that her beloved childhood sweetheart had disappeared after the failed elopement, and seemed to regret running away for love with her. In the last memory of her predecessor, she even suspected that her childhood sweetheart had betrayed her after they were discovered, because before leaving, she did not tell anyone, not even her parents, so why was it discovered?
Yang Shushu didn't know what the truth was, but she felt that her predecessor was not only too weak in character, but also a little naive.
You're not a teenager, are you? How can you think running away will solve all your problems? You married this man for your mother, but have you ever thought about what your parents would do if you ran away? Putting aside whether he would deal with your parents, isn't it unfilial to make them worry about you?
Besides, so what if you eloped? As a married person, are you committing bigamy with your childhood sweetheart?
Thinking of her parents, she was a little worried about the kind couple's reaction after hearing that their daughter had committed suicide. She pinched her throat and asked in a weak voice, "My parents..."
Mu Shicang's hand suddenly loosened and he sneered: "Are you thinking about your parents now? When you committed suicide, why didn't you think that I might send them to accompany you on the road?"
You dare! Yang Shushu gritted her teeth in her heart, but still lowered her head timidly: "If... they don't know, then don't tell them."
"It's too late. Now the whole of Jinjing City knows that my wife, Mu Shicang, failed to elope with someone and committed suicide by cutting her wrists in a small park. Haha, Yang Shushu, you're famous now. Maybe everyone in the country knows you."
Mu Shicang sat down beside the bed, crossed his legs, and looked at her with a smile. Even the gold and silver glasses could not hide the coldness and ruthlessness behind his handsome face.
Yang Shushu was inwardly scornful: Tsk! You're kidding! She's not a celebrity. These days, running away is nothing. Even if it were news of suicide, it wouldn't even make the headlines. How did she become known nationwide? At most, it's just a small group of people in the local area. But why does the name Wei Mu Shicang sound familiar?
Inexplicably, Yang Shushu recalled the memories of this man in her previous life. He seemed to be from a wealthy family, but she did not have a good life in that family. She did not seem to want to recall too much. She only vaguely saw some blurry faces. Although each face was blurry, it gave her a feeling of disgust.
Putting aside those vague impressions, she deliberately frowned and lowered her head: "Then...what should I do? I...I didn't mean it." I promise to deliberately make you wear a few more green hats in the future.
"What do you think?" Mu Shicang looked at her, and inexplicably felt that there was something different about Yang Shushu who had just woken up. She was still timid and didn't dare to look at him, but when she occasionally raised her eyes, they were somehow more lively than before. Was it his illusion?
Yang Shushu lowered her head, her eyes turned, then she deliberately raised her head and glanced at Mu Shicang with a cautious look, and then quickly lowered her head again: "Or... let's get a divorce, I don't want anything."
She thought this method was perfect and no man would refuse it. After all, a wife eloping with someone else is no different from cheating on her husband, even if the other party is a childhood sweetheart. Moreover, she agreed to leave the house with nothing, and the two of them had no children, so the divorce was clean and thorough.
But the next second, Yang Shu's chin was pinched fiercely. A force grabbed her chin and lifted her whole face up, forcing her to face the person in front of her. The eyes close at hand were a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes. If those eyes smiled, they must be very charming, but at this time they were red. A paranoid and distorted feeling was released from those eyes, which startled Yang Shushu suddenly.
She heard the man's voice, and he said coldly, "Yang Shushu, you still won't learn your lesson. I've already told you that if you dare to run away from me again, your entire Yang family will be buried with you. Don't let me hear the word divorce again, understand?"
He said the last three words very gently, but they made Yang Shushu feel truly frightened. She stared at him blankly and nodded. The fear at this moment was not pretended, but she actually felt the danger.
But at this moment, her stomach began to protest again. The "gurgling" sound broke the strange and cold atmosphere in the ward. Even Mu Shicang's expression was stunned for a moment, and then it returned to its gentle state.
He smiled, loosened his grip on her chin, and patted her cheek. "I'll have someone bring you food later. Stay strong and refresh yourself. Tomorrow we'll hold a small reception here to shut up the media."
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