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

Xu Wantang had been curled up in the corner for who knows how long.

She didn't look up until her phone rang on the table.

But she didn't want to answer.

The phone kept ringing, as if it were a death knell.

Xu Wantang then understood that she had no choice but to accept.

She numbly got up, staggered to the table, and picked up her phone.

The call connected, and Cen Shichuan's cold voice came through.

"I'm downstairs at the hospital. You have five minutes to come down."

beep...

After giving the order, Cen Shichuan hung up the phone.

Because he was certain that Xu Wantang would not disobey.

Correct.

She really doesn't.

Because she knew it wasn't over yet.

Xu Wantang stared at her phone screen for three seconds.

Then click on the dialog box containing only a few sentences.

"Second Brother, Third Young Master wants me to come downstairs immediately, I'll be going now."

"Second brother, thank you for saving me."

"And I'm sorry, I almost dragged you into this. But don't worry, even if Third Young Master forces me, I will never say anything reckless."

After sending the message, she turned off her phone screen.

He casually grabbed a tissue and gently wiped away the blood from the scratches on his palm.

There were no tears of pain in her eyes; on the contrary, she was remarkably calm.

A moment later, Xu Wantang changed back into her clean clothes, opened the door, and went out.

They happened to run into Cen Yuan.

She dared not look into the man's eyes, her eyelashes drooping to cover her eyes.

Under the cool light of the corridor, her already fair skin appeared like white cream, delicate and translucent.

Her rosy lips, lightly bitten, were both charming and fragile, yet also revealed a stubbornness.

"Goodbye, Second Brother."

After saying that, Xu Wantang gripped the bag strap tightly and turned to leave.

But after taking just one step, her arm tightened, and she was pulled back to the man.

A tall shadow enveloped her.

With a single glance, Xu Wantang fell into the depths of the man's gaze, like a deep, dark sea, tranquil yet dangerous.

He lowered his head: "You sent me so many messages just to say goodbye?"

"..."

Xu Wantang choked, feeling tense all over from the gaze.

It seems... she's been seen through again.

Isn't she just sending messages to play the victim?

Second brother, please have pity on me and help me.

But she dared not speak, and could only blink silently, her autumn eyes shimmering as if soaked in water.

The man's unfathomable eyes seemed to flicker with a strange light for a moment, and he silently raised his hand.

"Um?"

An ambiguous tone, a hand slowly approaching.

It's like we're trying to cross something.

Xu Wantang was somewhat taken aback.

But the next second, Cen Yuan glanced at the Buddhist beads on his wrist and stopped his hand between the two of them.

He opened his palm, revealing the ointment: "The doctor gave it to me."

The voice remained cold and distant.

It was as if everything that had just happened was nothing more than Xu Wantang's illusion.

Without thinking much of it, she took the ointment and said, "Thank you."

As they were leaving, the man behind them spoke again.

"Yesterday's events are like yesterday's death; today's events are like today's birth."

Xu Wantang paused, only understanding half of what she heard.

But when she turned around, Cen Yuan had already left.

As she went downstairs, she kept repeating this sentence to herself.

She understood the reasoning, but she always felt that something was missing.

Unbeknownst to her, Xu Wantang walked up to Cen Shichuan's car.

Lu Jiu nodded and opened the car door: "Young Madam, please."

Before Xu Wantang even went inside, she saw Cen Shichuan sitting on the other side.

He crossed his legs, placed one hand on his forehead, and half-closed his handsome eyes.

"Get in the car."

Cen Shichuan kept his eyes closed, his tone like that of a king giving orders.

Xu Wantang did not resist and got into the car directly.

Anyway, she had no choice but to agree.

After the car drove away from the hospital, the atmosphere inside gradually turned icy with silence.

Cen Shichuan frowned: "Xu Wantang, don't you have anything to explain to me?"

Upon hearing this, Xu Wantang found it laughable.

Explanation?

Cen Shichuan clearly knows everything, yet he always manages to make her the one who wrongs him.

Then, humbly beg for forgiveness.

She doesn't want to, and absolutely cannot, do that.

Xu Wantang said calmly, "Don't you already know, Third Young Master? Do you want to hear the details of how I was violated?"

"Xu Wantang!" Cen Shichuan's voice was icy, his eyes filled with displeasure.

"I'm listening, Third Young Master, please speak."

Xu Wantang sat up straight, as if listening attentively, yet also with a sense of self-mockery and sarcasm.

Cen Shichuan frowned, the air around him tensed, and he said with a hint of warning, "Xu Wantang, you don't need to speak so sarcastically. This is all because you owe Chuxue. I don't want a man like Zhao Chengfeng to have anything to do with her."

Xu Wantang knew he would say that, but hearing his matter-of-fact words with her own ears made her feel as if all her strength had been drained away.

He sat there expressionless.

"So I can be implicated in a sexual assault relationship with a man like Zhao Chengfeng?"

"You're already married to me. As long as I don't mind, what else could you possibly be dissatisfied with?"

Cen Shichuan turned to the side and, as if bestowing a favor, took the initiative to pull her along.

Xu Wantang looked at the hand reaching towards her, instinctively pushed it away, and blurted out, "Don't touch me!"

Looking at her resistant expression, Cen Shichuan recalled the policeman's words, "The force with which Zhao Chengfeng's arms were broken was extremely ruthless."

Although Zhao Chengfeng repeatedly emphasized that it was caused by him rolling around and falling from a height after he caught fire.

But Cen Shichuan knew it was a man.

As for who it was, he had no evidence and could not prove it.

But the thought of Xu Wantang with another man made his chest ache.

Even irritable.

Even if he doesn't like a woman, no one else has the right to touch her.

Thinking this, Cen Shichuan grabbed Xu Wantang's wrist and pulled her in front of him.

He forcefully lifted her chin: "Xu Wantang, I gave you a choice. You chose this path, so just walk it obediently, as an apology to your sister."

"Tomorrow afternoon, I've arranged an exclusive interview for you so you can fully confide what happened between you and Zhao Chengfeng."

As he spoke, Cen Shichuan moved even closer, his cold eyes scrutinizing every subtle expression on Xu Wantang's face.

However, when Xu Wantang heard the words "exclusive interview," his eyes showed an almost numb expression.

Not even a little surprised.

This idea must have come from Xu Chuxue.

From childhood to adulthood, she loved making Xu Wantang apologize in public; the more embarrassing it was, the more she enjoyed it.

In the end, she would step forward like a magnanimous older sister to comfort Xu Wantang.

"Wantang, don't be so willful in the future, be more sensible."

Just like tomorrow's exclusive interview.

It was just another form of public self-criticism, all to please Xu Chuxue.

Xu Wantang lowered her eyes and gave a self-deprecating chuckle.

When she looked up again, the way she gazed at Cen Shichuan was as if she were looking at a dead object.

"Brother-in-law, you must love my sister very much, right?"

"What did you call me?" Cen Shichuan frowned.

"Did I call you the wrong person? You sacrificed my innocence for my sister, isn't that love? Right, brother-in-law?"

Xu Wantang emphasized the last two words.

A flash of malice appeared in Cen Shichuan's eyes. He forcefully pushed Xu Wantang away and turned his head away from her.

"Yes, I'll only ever love your sister in this life, so you have to go to tomorrow's exclusive interview, whether you want to or not, unless you tell me you'll help you..."

"If no one's helping me, I'll go myself."

Xu Wantang spoke calmly, and even raised her voice to repeat herself, fearing that Cen Shichuan might not have heard her clearly.

"I'll definitely tell you everything that happened between Zhao Chengfeng and me."

Only at this moment did Xu Wantang truly understand the things of yesterday, such as yesterday's death, and the things of today, such as today's birth, and the point she hadn't understood.