After her ninth miscarriage, she finally let her scumbag husband and her beloved get together.

three days?

It just so happened to be the time the teacher gave her.

Although Cen Yuan was doing it for the Cen family and for himself, Xu Wantang felt as if something was supporting her heart when she heard that there were still three days left for a turnaround.

She secretly breathed a sigh of relief; at least there was still a chance.

But Cen Shichuan was clearly unwilling. He was about to retort with a cold face when Cen Yuan raised his hand to interrupt him.

"Of course, if your personal matters are that important, you can choose not to participate in the ancestral worship ceremony and take care of your own personal affairs."

"..."

Cen Shichuan's jawline was taut, and his nostrils twitched, yet he remained silent.

He couldn't say it, and he dared not say it.

While Cen Shichuan was feigning disability for love, Cen Yuan had already seized power at an astonishing speed.

Not only the Cen family members questioned Cen Shichuan's abilities.

Even outsiders have begun to speculate.

This ancestral worship ceremony was the first one Cen Shichuan had performed since becoming disabled.

This was also Cen Yuan's first time returning to the Cen family to pay respects to their ancestors.

The importance of the two is self-evident.

In the dream, Xu Wantang had already complied with the hospitalization for in vitro fertilization.

Cen Shichuan, as one of the heirs, participated in the ancestral worship ceremony without any trouble.

The hall was filled with the presence of the wealthy and powerful, and distinguished guests.

Despite his disability, Cen Shichuan still maintained a powerful network of connections.

Even three years later, he was still on par with Cen Yuan.

However, if Cen Shichuan does not participate in this ancestral worship ceremony due to so-called personal matters...

I'm afraid some people will guess that he's disabled and marginalized by his family.

Once you lose your value, your so-called network is nothing more than fleeting.

Xu Wantang didn't need to think too much to know what Cen Shichuan would choose.

"Second brother, you misunderstood. I meant to say that I will handle Wan Tang's matter as soon as possible."

As soon as he finished speaking, Cen Shichuan turned his wheelchair and moved to Xu Wantang's side.

Before she could react, Cen Shichuan grabbed her hand, their fingers intertwined, his gaze dark and burning, as if brewing another storm.

Xu Wantang struggled a few times, but Cen Shichuan took the opportunity to pull her into his arms.

He smiled and said, "Although Xu Wantang made a mistake this time, she has already married me, and she will have a child sooner or later, so it's not a waste of her years of devotion to me."

Upon hearing this, Xu Wantang froze.

The feelings she had once carefully cherished were now being used by Cen Shichuan as evidence to suppress her, stripped bare and thrown in front of everyone.

Her chest felt like it was blocked with mud, suffocating her to the point that she forgot how to struggle.

"Whatever."

A layer of indifference covered Cen Yuan's eyes, his long eyelashes half-closed, separating him from all emotions.

Without feeling or desire, he left directly.

Neither Grandpa Cen nor Lin Manzhi said anything more.

Seeing that the matter was settled, everyone left.

A wisp of sandalwood fragrance brushed past Xu Wantang, and she subconsciously looked up at that figure's back.

Before she could even see clearly, her body was imprisoned by Cen Shichuan.

Although he still wore a mocking smile, his eyes were filled with anger.

"What are you looking at?"

"It's nothing, there's no one else here, Third Young Master, you can let me go now."

A chill ran down Xu Wantang's spine, and she pushed the two of them away forcefully.

Seeing her resist time and time again, Cen Shichuan inexplicably became irritated.

He held her waist tightly with one hand and lifted her chin with the other.

He suddenly leaned closer to Xu Wantang and whispered, "Xu Wantang, what do you want to change? Hmm?"

His implication was that she couldn't change anything.

As he spoke, he moved closer and closer, forcing Xu Wantang to look him in the eye.

Xu Wantang knew that if she didn't say something, Cen Shichuan would definitely become suspicious.

She is too weak now; she can't even control online public opinion, let alone contend with Cen Shichuan.

Thinking about it.

Xu Wantang stopped dodging and bit her lip, saying, "I just want to participate in a dance competition; it's my dream."

She was naturally alluring, and the rosy marks on her cheeks added to her pitiful appearance, along with the faint teeth marks left by her cherry lips.

It looks even more tempting than usual.

Xu Wantang thought this explanation would fool Cen Shichuan.

Unexpectedly, his gaze deepened, and he drew closer and closer, almost kissing her.

Xu Wantang felt humiliated and pushed him away forcefully, taking a step back herself.

"Third Young Master, I've said everything I needed to say. I just hope you can be lenient and let me go."

"Let you go?"

Cen Shichuan's eyes were full of mockery.

After glancing at the hall door behind Xu Wantang, he had his assistant take him away.

Xu Wantang knew that he would never let her go.

After all, he loved Xu Chuxue so much.

They had a child together, how could they easily let her, a sinner, off the hook?

She knew that even if she begged for mercy, she wouldn't have a good outcome.

That's why she used dancing to distract Cen Shichuan.

After calming down for a moment, Xu Wantang immediately got up and went back to her room.

Complaining now is useless; she must quell public opinion and prove her innocence within three days.

This completely extinguished Cen Shichuan's idea of ​​getting her pregnant.

Xu Wantang picked up her phone and dialed the hospital's number.

"Hello, is Dr. Chen, the gynecologist, still working?"

"Dr. Chen? We only have one Dr. Chen in our gynecology department, and she has already gone abroad for an exchange program."

"Going abroad?" Xu Wantang was slightly surprised.

"right."

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Xu Wantang collapsed onto the bed.

It must have been Cen Shichuan's arrangement.

The doctors who examined her have all gone abroad. What's the difference between this and the dead having no way to verify the facts?

Just when Xu Wantang was on the verge of despair, she caught a glimpse of men's slippers by the bed.

Perhaps she could find someone else.

……

Xu Wantang washed her slippers clean and then went to the kitchen to make a bowl of pear soup.

Carrying her belongings, she took a side path to the west courtyard.

After knocking, Lin Yue opened the door.

She smiled and said, "Assistant Lin, I'm here to return the slippers and also made a bowl of pear soup to thank you for your help these past two days, Second Brother."

After saying that, she tried to go inside.

Lin Yue raised his hand to block her.

"Third Young Madam, Second Young Master said the slippers don't need to be returned, and he doesn't like pear soup either. You should take it back for Third Young Master to drink."

Xu Wantang paused, sensing the refusal in his voice.

But she still wanted to try.

"Assistant Lin, what does Second Brother like? I can make it."

"Third Young Madam, the Second Young Master is a peaceful person. He only intervened to avoid causing any trouble, nothing more."

Lin Yue emphasized that his hand was already blocking the door.

Xu Wantang gripped the tray tightly, lowered her eyes and nodded: "I understand, please tell him thank you for me."

Lin Yue didn't respond, but simply made a gesture of invitation.

His meaning was also Cen Yuan's meaning.

Xu Wantang carried the tray out of the yard, took a few steps weakly, and sat down directly on the flower bed by the path.

The April wind was a bit chilly, causing the steam from the pear soup in front of her to dissipate in waves.

She lowered her head, her eyes instantly turning red.

She bit her lower lip tightly, not daring to blink, for fear that she would be too spineless to shed tears.

She didn't want to admit defeat.

Once she admitted defeat, she shed endless tears for the next three years until her death.

She couldn't bear to let those children enter her womb.

They were so innocent, yet she never even saw the world.

The more Xu Wantang thought about it, the more tears welled up in her eyes.

She picked up the bowl in front of her and shoveled spoonfuls of pear soup into her mouth.

It was so sweet, but it tasted so bitter once you swallowed it.

She wiped her eyes as she drank.

The more he wiped away the tears, the more they flowed, until finally he simply tilted his head back and poured them into his mouth.

After finishing the drink, Xu Wantang suppressed her sadness.

She wiped her mouth and face, then got up and left.

There's always a way.

Little did they know, this entire scene was witnessed by the man on the second floor.

Lin Yue happened to be going upstairs to deliver tea.

"Second Young Master, the person is gone."

"Um."

The man closed his eyes expressionlessly, but the image of Cen Shichuan kissing Xu Wantang in the lobby flashed before his eyes.

He twirled the prayer beads.

A gust of wind also rose outside the window.

Lin Yue quickly went to close the window, but some crabapple blossoms still drifted in through the cracks.

It landed perfectly in Cen Yuan's palm, and he gently tightened his grip.

The delicate touch felt damp.

A few seconds later, the man opened his eyes: "Lin Yue."

"exist."