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

After leaving the Buddhist hall, Cen Shichuan did not leave, but instead stared intently at the main entrance of the Buddhist hall from behind the artificial hill.

His hands gripped the wheelchair armrests tightly, making a cracking sound, as if he wanted to twist them off.

Half an hour ago, Cen Shichuan returned but did not see Xu Wantang at the gate of the courtyard.

Normally, Xu Wantang would have waited at the courtyard gate long before he returned.

Whenever they see him, they will ask him how he is doing, worried that he might be tired.

He was always annoyed by her and never gave Xu Wantang a kind look.

But today, not only did I not see her guarding the door, she was also nowhere to be found at home.

He then realized that Xu Wantang had stopped waiting for him ever since she publicly refused IVF.

He was inexplicably irritated, yet he also naturally assumed that Xu Wantang was playing hard to get.

It wasn't until the maid told her that Xu Wantang had secretly gone to the Buddhist hall.

Only Cen Yuan usually goes to the Buddhist hall.

Whenever Cen Shichuan thought about her being with other men, he would picture her flirting and scheming.

She was soft and delicate, with perpetually moist, alluring eyes.

At that moment, his agitation reached its peak, and he unknowingly chased after the Buddha Hall.

Just then, the phone rang, interrupting his thoughts.

After the call connected, Xu Chuxue's gentle and melancholic voice came through.

"Shi Chuan, you said you would make Wan Tang pay the price for our child, but Wan Tang not only refused IVF, but also comfortably became the third young master's wife, while I have to be careful even when I meet you."

Cen Shichuan continued to stare at the entrance of the Buddhist hall, and casually said, "Don't overthink it. Just rest well since you've just returned to the country. I'll come see you in a couple of days."

Xu Chuxue paused, noticing his distraction, and her voice became a little hoarse.

"Shichuan, are you regretting it?"

"If you regret it, I will still wish you and Wan Tang well."

"Wan Tang also wants to participate in the dance competition, right? I won't participate; I'll let her have first place."

"Afterwards, I will take the child's ashes to a place where no one knows me, and I will never disturb you."

After she finished speaking, Xu Chuxue's soft sobs could be heard from the other end of the phone.

Cen Shichuan's eyes flickered, his expression softening with emotion, and he unconsciously soothed him gently.

"I will not be with Xu Wantang. The dance competition is your wish, and I will definitely help you. I will also seek justice for you and your child."

"Okay." Xu Chuxue stopped crying and said softly, "Then I'll wait for you to come."

"Okay, go and rest."

"Okay, I'm not a child anymore."

Xu Chuxue pouted and then hung up the phone.

Cen Shichuan put down his phone and waved to Lu Jiu: "Go back, and have someone go find Xu Wantang while you're at it."

Lu Jiu hesitated for a moment: "Third Young Master, now that Miss Chuxue has returned, if you really dislike Madam so much, find a reason to kick her out. With her current reputation, she simply cannot survive. It would be a kind of punishment..."

Before he could finish speaking, Cen Shichuan's face turned cold and stern.

"Kick her out? On what grounds? Wouldn't it be more fun to have her under our control? Lu Jiu, are you pleading for her?"

"No, I wouldn't dare. I'll send someone to find her right now."

Lu Jiu didn't say anything more.

……

Xu Wantang knew Cen Shichuan well; given his personality, he would definitely be keeping watch outside the Buddhist hall.

So she crouched down and slipped out from the bushes next to the courtyard.

She didn't go back, but went to the kitchen instead.

She had made soup before, and it's almost ready now, so it's a good excuse.

It wasn't mealtime yet, and the chefs were all resting, so no one would notice her.

Upon arriving in the kitchen, Xu Wantang first drank a bowl of soup to calm her nerves before serving herself another bowl and taking it back.

As soon as I entered the house, I saw Cen Shichuan sitting in the living room.

His eyes were icy cold, but a sneer played on his lips: "Where did you go?"

Xu Wantang squeezed the tray, but gritted her teeth and pretended to be calm as she stepped forward.

"I'm making soup in the kitchen, is there something you need?"

Cen Shichuan chuckled and turned his wheelchair around: "Xu Wantang, you should know the consequences of lying to me."

Xu Wantang pursed her lips and put down the soup: "See for yourself."

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt a sharp pain in her chin as Cen Shichuan grabbed her tightly and pulled her in front of him.

Their eyes met, and the man's gaze was like a raging storm, leaving nothing but desolation, which frightened the observer.

"There are no security cameras in the kitchen, but there are in the hallway leading past the kitchen. Do I need to say more?"

"..."

Xu Wantang was taken aback.

She wasn't sure if she had avoided all the surveillance cameras.

Just as she was thinking of a solution, Cen Shichuan seized the opportunity to pull her over.

Although Cen Shichuan was in a wheelchair, he was faking his disability. If he really put in the effort, Xu Wantang would be no match for him.

Soon, she was unable to resist and slumped down next to the man's wheelchair, her chin being forcefully lifted.

A pair of cold eyes looked down at her condescendingly.

"explain!"

His first words were filled with an anger that Xu Wantang had never heard before.

She tried to struggle, but was still firmly held captive by the man.

She knew that if she didn't give the man a reasonable explanation today, he wouldn't let her off the hook.

Xu Wantang winced in pain and said, "Fine, I'll tell you."

Cen Shichuan's expression darkened further, as if he had thought of something.

Xu Wantang didn't care about anything else and continued, "I...I secretly went to dance in the garden. I lied because I was afraid you would find out."

She couldn't be sure how many surveillance cameras were near the kitchen.

But she used to push Cen Shichuan out of the garden all the time, and she knew every nook and cranny clearly.

Upon hearing this, Cen Shichuan immediately instructed Lu Jiu to retrieve the surveillance footage.

A few minutes later, Lu Jiu reported the facts.

"Indeed, the lady was photographed going to the open space in the corner of the garden, and just now the lady was also photographed leaving there to go to the kitchen."

Upon hearing this, Cen Shichuan was half-believing and half-doubting, but he still mercifully released Xu Wantang.

The next second, she pulled out a handkerchief to wipe her hands with a look of disgust.

"You are not allowed to dance."

"..."

Xu Wantang opened her mouth, but in the end she said nothing and asked nothing.

She forbade dancing because she wanted to make way for Xu Chuxue.

It's been like this since I was a child.

But she still remembered that a long time ago Cen Shichuan said she would definitely become a very good dancer.

It turns out that all words can only exist in the past.

Xu Wantang clenched her fist secretly.

Since everything is in the past, she is determined to fight for a future!

At this moment, Cen Shichuan touched his leg and suddenly spoke.

"My legs are sore today. Could you come upstairs and massage them for me before dinner?"

"Um."

Xu Wantang did not refuse.

Because in the face of absolute control, the only thing she could do was to survive safely.

Then deliver the fatal blow.

Anyway, this wasn't the first time I'd massaged Cen Shichuan's legs.

He pretended to be disabled, and she pretended to be deceived. It was a good match.

……

After regaining her composure, Xu Wantang took the massage oil and went upstairs.

Upon entering the room, Cen Shichuan had just finished showering and was wearing a bathrobe.

Water droplets slid down his well-defined chest, leaving him slightly damp and warm.

Xu Wantang immediately turned around: "I'll wait until you're dressed before you come in."

"It's not like we haven't seen it before."

Cen Shichuan leaned against the soft pillow, his voice gradually deepening, his gaze fixed on Xu Wantang's back.

When he spoke again, his voice was hoarse: "Come here."