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

The wind rises and the flowers fall, outlining a slender figure.

The man walked to the corridor, his palm holding the umbrella handle wrapped with three strands of blood-red Buddhist prayer beads, a few fallen crabapple petals between his fingers.

One deep, one shallow; her fingers were as white as jade.

The man's face was half-hidden under the umbrella, his thin lips were pale and expressionless.

Yet it carried a faint, almost imperceptible coolness.

Upon seeing who it was, everyone except the old man immediately stood up to acknowledge them.

Even Cen Shichuan, who couldn't get up, had to lower his head.

"Second Brother."

Cen Yuan, the second young master of the Cen family.

A business prodigy in Beijing, he was already feared by many at the age of sixteen.

Just when everyone thought he was going to ascend to godhood, he chose another path to godhood.

At the age of twenty, he went up the mountain to cultivate himself.

He is the only Buddhist disciple in Beijing to be ordained by a high-ranking monk before his passing.

According to the family genealogy that has been passed down to this day, a divinely ordained Buddhist disciple appears every few decades.

The story is so fantastical that its truth is unknown.

But in the capital, Cen Yuan was a god.

He spent eight years cultivating in the mountains before being invited back to the Cen family a year ago.

In just one year, he became the undisputed leader in Beijing's elite circle.

He is also the only person Xu Wantang can gamble with now.

In her dream, she tacitly agreed to IVF and was immediately sent to the hospital for a full-body checkup.

I just missed Cen Yuan's return.

After losing her second child, she learned that this month was Cen Yuan's Ramadan, and the entire Cen family was forbidden from having any bloodshed.

This includes blood tests.

But Cen Shichuan instructed everyone to keep it a secret from her and, under the pretext of a checkup, drew fifteen vials of her blood.

They then took advantage of her weakness to have someone hold down her legs and perform a gynecological examination.

Because the doctor was too rough, she even experienced vaginal bleeding from the pain.

She wanted to go home to rest, but Cen Shichuan forced her to be hospitalized for treatment.

Every day, nurses watch over me as I receive injections and take medication.

The body is like a container, no longer belonging to oneself.

Now, Cen Shichuan is faking her infertility and forcing her to undergo IVF.

She could only rely on Cen Yuan's influence to suppress Cen Shichuan.

Just then, a gentle breeze came.

Along with the falling light, the man's gaze drifted by indifferently.

Xu Wantang straightened up, and the umbrella was slightly raised.

The intermittent raindrops could not conceal the man's divine beauty and unyielding, abstinent nature.

Although he was a Buddhist, his deep-set eyes showed no compassion for the world.

Only the detached disdain of the gods.

Their eyes met; his pupils were deep and cold.

It was as if it could penetrate Xu Wantang's eyes and see directly into the tension deep within her soul.

Her heart skipped a few beats.

She lowered her head in a panic, and heard a man's deep, cold voice in her ear, as if it came from an endless winter.

"We will hold ancestral worship at the end of the month. This month is Ramadan, and we must not be exposed to blood or other harmful substances."

After saying that, he turned and left.

That deep gaze seemed to drift away from Xu Wantang.

The elders looked at each other, then turned to look at Grandpa Cen.

Grandpa Cen stood up, put his hands behind his back, and finally relented.

"Since Cen Yuan has brought it up, let's discuss the IVF matter later."

Xu Wantang's breathing had just calmed down.

A dignified voice followed.

"Shichuan, you can't break the rules of your own room. Don't... try to be clever and make a fool of yourself."

"Yes, Grandpa."

Cen Shichuan's gaze sharpened, and he swept his contemptuous eyes over Xu Wantang.

It seemed he had already seen through her thoughts.

Xu Wantang was immediately unable to move.

It felt as if my body was back on the operating table, watching helplessly as I was disemboweled, and finally dying tragically while holding my child.

A feeling of suffocation suddenly struck her, and she fainted.

……

into the night.

Xu Wantang fell out of bed and woke up in pain.

The darkness when she opened her eyes made her tense all over, and she frantically turned on the light.

Only after confirming it was safe did I dare to breathe deeply.

She finally regained a sliver of reason when her throat felt dry and painful.

She must leave the Cen family!

But Cen Shichuan would never let her go easily.

He loves Xu Chuxue so much that he would do everything he could to torment her for her sake.

Test tubes are just the beginning.

Calculate the time.

At this time, Cen Shichuan's legs had recovered, and he was with Xu Chuxue.

But she had no evidence.

Cen Shichuan has a diagnosis certificate from an authoritative doctor.

He can stand up whenever he wants.

People in the entertainment industry attended Xu Chuxue's funeral.

Even her fake marriage certificate with Cen Shichuan went through the proper procedures under Cen Shichuan's manipulation.

Everything was flawless.

Cen Shichuan and Xu Chuxue are the perfect victims.

And what about her?

Without proof or evidence, without power or influence.

He was kicked out of his home by his parents and scorned by the whole city.

Even if she were to go all out and reveal everything.

Who would believe her?

Therefore, unless Cen Shichuan voluntarily lets her go.

Otherwise, even if she escaped, Cen Shichuan would have a thousand ways to find her.

Just then, there was another knock on the door.

"Xu Wantang, the Third Young Master wants you to go to the bathroom."

bathroom?

Certain images surfaced in her mind, like a vast net, covering Xu Wantang completely.

She propped herself up on the edge of the bed.

When I looked up, I was met with my reflection in the mirror.

It wasn't the haggard, bloated look of my dreams, but rather a captivating and alluring beauty.

The elders were right when they said she was naturally alluring.

Now, this is her only and most powerful weapon.

Fortunately, she was careful in the main hall and did not reveal everything.

She still has a chance to leave.

Before that, she had to pretend she knew nothing.

Everything remains the same.

Xu Wantang got up, opened the wardrobe, and took out the dress she had secretly hidden from the deepest part.

A light and thin chiffon skirt.

The light pink neckline accentuated her slender, fair neck.

Then, she went out and went upstairs.

Pushing open the bathroom door, I was greeted by a steamy atmosphere.

Cen Shichuan sat in the jacuzzi, one hand resting on the edge, swirling a wine glass.

Although he pretended to be disabled, he continued to exercise.

He has well-defined abs and a toned physique.

"Aren't you coming over here?"

He closed his eyes and tilted his head back; the mockery in his voice instantly pierced through Xu Wantang's nerves.

Looking at the towel casually covering his waist and abdomen.

Fear, intertwined with disgust, crept up layer by layer.

She clenched her fists and spoke calmly.

"I'll go disinfect."

"..."

Cen Shichuan closed his eyes, his brow furrowing slightly.

This was the first time Xu Wantang had proactively suggested disinfection.

What kind of tricks are they up to now?

Xu Wantang didn't look at him and went straight to the sink.

Two bowls and one tray.

A basin of hot water, close to 60 degrees Celsius, is used for washing hands.

One basin contains a special disinfectant solution.

There was also a pack of alcohol swabs and three ultra-thin medical gloves on the tray.

After disinfecting, her hands are often so sensitive that they sting, but she still has to wear gloves.

He knelt obediently by the bathtub and used his hands...

Yes.

Cen Shichuan didn't touch her, but he humiliated her again and again in this way.

The whole process was nothing but torture for her.

He simply drank his wine, coldly observing her inability to resist.

But this time...

Xu Wantang glanced at her clenched, red hands and pressed them forcefully into the hot water.

"Ouch! It's so hot!"

With a scream, she knocked over the basin, letting the water flow away through the drain.

Cen Shichuan opened his eyes impatiently: "Hot? What are you trying to do now...?"

Before he could finish speaking, his gaze was involuntarily drawn to Xu Wantang, who was wearing a thin dress.

She held up her scalded hand, her forehead beaded with cold sweat from the pain.

"Third Young Master, I didn't lie to you."

Her red lips parted and closed, her eyes lowered in a submissive manner.

Sweat trickled down her cheeks like tears, disappearing into the damp skirt that clung to her body.

So alluring, it's almost tempting.

Cen Shichuan narrowed his eyes, pulled her in front of him, his eyes filled with anger and distrust.

"Xu Wantang, do you really think I'm so easy to fool?"

"First, she took advantage of her second brother's refusal to undergo IVF, and now she deliberately burned her hand. Is she planning to come up here herself next?"

"You really enjoy seducing men that much? You're as shameless as ever."

Xu Wantang had long since become numb to the humiliating words she had heard.

She really is despicable.

She was so shameless that she once fantasized that as long as she obeyed Cen Shichuan, he would one day see her good qualities.

But this time, Xu Wantang did not apologize, nor did she beg for forgiveness.

She looked at Cen Shichuan, her eyes glistening: "I didn't! I really didn't... Ah!"

Cen Shichuan loathed her delicate appearance and pushed her away fiercely.

Xu Wantang lost his balance, and his entire back was slashed by the sharp bronze statue.

Her skirt was instantly stained red with blood, and she couldn't straighten up for a long time.

Cen Shichuan stared at her, clenching the towel tightly: "Get out!"

"Yes."

Xu Wantang endured the pain, got up, pulled her torn skirt tighter, and walked out of the bathroom.

Yu Guangzhong and Cen Shichuan's muscles were tense, and their bodies were unusually abnormal.

But no matter how much she tried to please him before, he had never reacted so strongly.

Perhaps I was walking too fast and misread it.

Close the door.

Xu Wantang looked at herself in the dressing mirror.

That's quite a mess.

In the past, she would not have dared to anger Cen Shichuan, let alone argue back.

Today she not only provoked them, but she also shouted loudly.

Surely that person heard it by now?