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

Cen Shichuan's voice was like a venomous snake.

He wrapped his arms around Xu Wantang's back and around her neck, cutting off her breath.

She gripped the massage oil in her hand so tightly it hurt before she could calm herself down.

"I forgot a bottle of massage oil. I'll go get it. You should get dressed quickly; the temperature difference between day and night is large in April, so don't catch a cold."

Before Cen Shichuan could speak, she rushed toward the door.

Just as I raised my hand, I heard a click from outside the door.

She frantically tried to turn the doorknob, but it wouldn't budge.

The door was locked.

"Wantang, I said... come here."

Cen Shichuan's voice came from behind again, unlike his usual cold demeanor, and even carried a hint of amusement.

Xu Wantang felt as if her feet were made of lead; she couldn't dodge and could only slowly turn around.

As they spoke, Cen Shichuan, already seated in his wheelchair, slowly approached.

None of the Cen family descendants are ugly.

Even though Cen Shichuan was in a wheelchair, the warm light shone directly on his face, revealing his flawless features.

Handsome and noble, aloof but not fierce.

Just like when Xu Wantang was young and her heart fluttered, but now, looking at him, her heart is filled with only fear and hatred.

Cen Shichuan stopped in front of her and raised his face slightly.

"What are you hiding for? Come here."

The man smiled and spoke again, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

Xu Wantang didn't move, but Cen Shichuan was unusually patient today, watching her from just a step away.

"Wantang, have you forgotten the wedding vows you made to me?"

"..."

Xu Wantang paused, recalling the scene of their wedding.

Cen Shichuan sat to one side, his signature extremely illegible.

This contrasts sharply with Xu Wantang's neatly written three characters.

This shows how unwilling he was to marry her.

But they had to get married.

On the day Xu Chuxue died along with her unborn child, Xu Wantang posted photos of herself and Cen Shichuan in bed on her account without Xu Wantang's knowledge.

Suddenly, she became the target of public criticism.

At the same time, Cen Shichuan was also accused of having an affair with his fiancée's younger sister.

To protect the reputation of the Cen family, Cen Shichuan had no choice but to announce that he was willing to take responsibility for Xu Wantang and to marry her on a chosen date.

In an instant, he became a tragic male protagonist who lost his beloved and was forced to marry a wicked woman.

But Xu Wantang faced an even greater storm.

They were kicked out of their home, doxxed, and vandalized with paint as a curse.

Even so, on the day she married Cen Shichuan, she felt a mix of guilt and happiness.

She knew it was wrong.

But she loved him and was willing to spend the rest of her life loving him and making it up to him.

So, holding the marriage declaration, she looked at Cen Shichuan solemnly and said, "Third Young Master, I will treat you well for the rest of my life."

Who could have imagined that this oath, in the face of the truth, would be so absurd and laughable, yet so chilling?

Xu Wantang's eyes stung with tears, but she said calmly, "I forgot."

After he finished speaking, Cen Shichuan's face turned so gloomy that it sent chills down one's spine.

After a brief silence.

He scoffed, "Forgot? Where did you learn those tricks from?"

"no."

Xu Wantang was unable to refute him, so she simply went along with him.

Cen Shichuan frowned and pulled her in front of him: "Do you also act like this when you're being petty with other men?"

"Let me go!"

Xu Wantang struggled in pain, her eyes instantly reddening.

Xu Wantang is very beautiful, like the most delicate and beautiful flower in a cluster of flowers.

There's no need for any comparison; you'll be captivated at first glance.

Her watery eyes were red, and despite her delicate and fragile appearance, she refused to show any weakness.

Her tightly pressed lips revealed a creamy color, and with each breath, they gleamed with an alluring sheen.

Cen Shichuan loathed her affected and pretentious manner.

Especially after learning that she liked to play the victim and bully Xu Chuxue, she pretended to be shy in front of him.

He felt she was even more despicable.

Now, however, I feel a sudden tightness in my chest, and my heart is filled with unease and confusion.

Cen Shichuan tightened his grip, his voice cold and hard: "Let go? So you can seduce other men? Didn't you beg me to be your wife and live a proper life together?"

"you……"

Xu Wantang was filled with fear and unease.

Before she could finish speaking, Cen Shichuan grabbed her wrists.

"what!"

Xu Wantang cried out in pain, her body contorting in agony.

She never expected that Cen Shichuan would use his fighting techniques on her.

Having lost the ability to resist, Xu Wantang was pinned to the bed by Cen Shichuan.

Even though he had released her hand, she was still unable to lift it.

He could only watch helplessly as Cen Shichuan half-supported his body on top of him.

With a sneer in his eyes, he unbuttoned Xu Wantang's shirt.

"Wan Tang, stop fooling around."

"I will make it possible for you to become a real couple. From now on, you just need to be obedient."

Cen Shichuan's expression was not one of marital intimacy.

Rather, it refers to the possession of private property.

He can destroy Xu Wantang, but Xu Wantang's death is also his.

It can only be his!

Xu Wantang felt his scent pass under her nose—a faint, cool pine fragrance, not unpleasant.

But it always reminded her of the smell of disinfectant in the operating room.

As she took off her shirt, she felt a chill in her lower abdomen, as if a scalpel would slice into her flesh at any moment.

Xu Wantang began to tremble violently, her entire body resisting Cen Shichuan in every way.

Cen Shichuan stared at her, his hands clenched into fists at her sides, his eyes bloodshot, his anger shattering all reason.

Isn't this exactly what Xu Wantang wanted?

What right does she have to resist!

Hiss!

Xu Wantang's camisole strap was torn, almost exposing half of her body.

With Cen Shichuan's heavy breathing, he kissed him directly.

With a devilish voice, he reminded Xu Wantang again and again.

"I am your husband, and you have to do whatever I ask you to do."

"..."

Xu Wantang stared wide-eyed and bit her lip hard. She was unwilling to become a puppet in Cen Shichuan's hands!

Blood seeped between his teeth, and the pain brought a sliver of sensation back to his hands.

Finally, when Cen Shichuan tore off her last piece of clothing, she protected herself and pulled her leg out from under him.

He kicked down harder and more viciously.

This time it wasn't just his calf, but his thigh, which had been the most severely injured in the past.

Cen Shichuan groaned, but did not show any sign of pain.

Xu Wantang was stunned.

The next second, I realized that the locked door had been unlocked at some point.

The maid pushed open the door and said respectfully, "Second Young Master, Third Young Master is here... Ah! I'm sorry, Third Young Master, I didn't know you..."

Seeing the maid's exaggerated expression, Xu Wantang's face turned pale.

She didn't dare look at the maid, so she pulled the blanket over herself and rolled off the bed to the other side, curling up completely.

That cold, indifferent gaze swept past her.

She hid herself even deeper, her hands gripping her exposed shoulders so tightly that her fingertips almost dug into her flesh.

Cen Shichuan sat up and slowly straightened his bathrobe.

"Second brother, I'm sorry, Wan Tang and I couldn't resist and I forgot to ask you to bring the documents over."

"Um."

Do.

The document landed on the table with a light touch, and the scent of sandalwood gradually faded away.

The door slowly closed.

Xu Wantang asked in a hoarse voice, "Why did you do this?"

That door that was locked and then opened could not be a coincidence.

Cen Shichuan sat at the foot of the bed, lit a cigarette, and let out a soft sigh.

"I did it on purpose. Did you really think I couldn't see what you were up to?"

"What? You think I want to be your real husband and wife? I find that disgusting."

"Remember who you are!"

"Get out."

Xu Wantang didn't speak, nor could she utter a word.

She bent down to put on her clothes, but as she put the torn clothes on, her vision suddenly blurred.

All the humiliation fell onto the floor with each tear.

She gritted her teeth and managed to prop herself up, her figure swaying, pale and broken.

Cen Shichuan glanced at it, took a deep drag on his cigarette, and frowned.

He thought that if Xu Wantang bowed her head and admitted her mistake as before, he would let her stay and change her clothes.

To avoid being seen and gossiped about by the servants.

"Xu Wantang, you..."