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

The sound of the wheelchair rolling drew closer, rhythmic and slow, like a venomous snake lurking in wait.

Xu Wantang clenched her fists and stared stiffly into the hall.

Besides Cen Shichuan, whose eyes were full of mockery, his mother-in-law Lin Manzhi and old man Cen were also sitting there.

They clearly came prepared.

Lin Manzhi stepped out from behind Cen Shichuan, looked Xu Wantang up and down, and then sneered.

"You're perfectly fine, you don't look sick at all. I wonder what you've been up to outside."

This wasn't the first time Lin Manzhi had used this opportunity to make sarcastic remarks about her.

It was like that before, and it will only get worse in the future.

In the dream, Xu Wantang was not feeling well after becoming pregnant again due to multiple IVF attempts.

Therefore, she begged Lin Manzhi to exempt her from the task of getting up early to pay her respects and prepare breakfast.

Lin Manzhi said that she had finally shown her true colors, and that she was full of delusions of gaining status through her son.

In order to dispel her improper thoughts.

Lin Manzhi made her get up even earlier, not only to make breakfast but also to clean the yard.

They are even available whenever needed.

They claim that proper training will benefit future production.

Finally, while wiping the floor, Xu Wantang slipped and lost her child again.

Lin Manzhi not only showed no regret for the child, but also blamed her.

"You must have killed your sister's child, so the child is coming back to haunt you! You've caused you to lose children time and time again; you've truly committed a terrible sin!"

Cen Shichuan simply stood aside and said coldly, "After a week of rest, have a full-body check-up and arrange the next IVF cycle as soon as possible."

And so, Xu Wantang became pregnant again and again, and suffered miscarriages time and time again.

Lin Manzhi no longer bothered to hide it, and her resentment and punishment towards her became even more unrestrained.

It wasn't until her death that she learned that each of her miscarriages was orchestrated by Cen Shichuan.

He stood by as a bystander, letting others humiliate her, enjoying her self-reproach, guilt, pain, and numbness.

Then a new round of punishments begins.

Just like now.

Cen Shichuan leaned against his wheelchair, his gaze looking down at him conveying an air of composure and disdain.

He was waiting for Xu Wantang to humbly apologize.

But she never wanted to bow her head again!

Xu Wantang tightened her grip, calmly raising her head.

"Is Third Madam saying I'm faking illness? If you don't believe me, you can ask Third Young Master why I went to the hospital."

"you……"

Lin Manzhi was utterly astonished, her mouth agape, forgetting to refute, as if she didn't recognize Xu Wantang.

Ancestor worship is a major event for the Cen family.

During Ramadan, Xu Wantang was injured by Cen Shichuan, which was already a great disrespect, so she dared not ask any further questions.

After saying that, Cen Shichuan narrowed his eyes and looked at Xu Wantang.

Xu Wantang wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but she felt that his gaze was strange.

As always, he was indifferent, yet a hint of anger was surging within him.

Right.

How could she not be angry that she couldn't help Xu Chuxue to torment her?

Xu Wantang stopped looking at Cen Shichuan and took out the printed medical record directly from her pocket.

"This is my medical record from the hospital. It's clear whether I'm faking illness or not."

Cen Shichuan's eyes darkened. Without checking the medical records, he suddenly asked a question.

Why didn't the driver pick you up?

"I waited, but he didn't come. I had just taken my medicine and felt groggy and unwell, so I had to take a car back by myself."

Xu Wantang could only say she would wait, otherwise Cen Shichuan would assume she was deliberately not waiting and had something to hide.

What if he investigates further and finds out she secretly went for a checkup?

Wasn't she injured for nothing?

Anyway, she did take the medicine and she did feel very uncomfortable, so she wasn't guilty.

"What's the taxi's license plate number?" Cen Shichuan asked coldly.

Although his face showed no emotion, his eyes scrutinized every inch of Xu Wantang's skin.

It was as if they wanted to see right through her.

Xu Wantang suddenly recalled the various ways Cen Shichuan had manipulated her in her dream.

The oppressive feeling made it difficult for her to breathe, so she turned her face away.

I wasn't feeling well, so I didn't pay attention.

Give me your phone.

Cen Shichuan didn't give Xu Wantang any time to think and directly extended his hand.

Meanwhile, his assistant was also closing in on Xu Wantang from behind.

If she dares to say no, her assistant has plenty of ways to make her hand over her phone.

Xu Wantang gritted her teeth and handed over the phone.

Fortunately, she had already deleted all traces of it.

She even uploaded the medical report to a secondary account she created during high school.

Nobody knows about that alternate account.

Just as she was secretly relieved, Cen Shichuan, who was checking her phone, became increasingly gloomy.

"That's clean. I have all your bank cards. What did you use to pay? Or did you not take a taxi back at all? Or did you go somewhere else?"

His voice was icy, and his expression was as mocking as ever.

They mocked Xu Wantang's overestimation of his abilities.

Right.

On the first day of her marriage to Cen Shichuan, Cen Shichuan took complete control of her bank cards, citing the Cen family's unified management.

Her life was also under control.

Aside from Cen Shichuan, she seemed to have no other goals in life.

During her most depressing and difficult times, she had no choice but to sell her few belongings.

Secretly saving money.

This money was also used to pay for her VIP check-up.

Xu Wantang looked at him and said, word by word, "Cash. During the Chinese New Year, my elders gave me two wedding red envelopes, totaling five hundred."

This amount isn't even enough to buy a single dish of vegetables for the Cen family.

But the 500 was divided into two red envelopes, one containing 250.

On the day she received the red envelope, she felt like a clown on a stage, surrounded by mocking laughter.

Even Cen Shichuan sat to the side and smiled.

Now, however, he remembers nothing at all.

Xu Wantang took out some change from her pocket and placed it on the table; there were both small and large coins.

Three hundred and seventy-eight yuan.

One of the one-yuan coins rolled to the edge of the table and hit the ground with a clinking sound.

It sounded harsh and embarrassing.

Xu Wantang swallowed the bitter taste in his throat: "Third Young Master, is there any other question?"

The coin stopped beside Cen Shichuan's wheelchair, and he frowned slightly.

But only for a moment.

Immediately, he looked coldly at Xu Wantang.

"Xu Wantang, where did you learn to play the victim again? You eat the Cen family's food, use the Cen family's things, live in the Cen family's house, how has the Cen family ever mistreated you?"

"I didn't..."

Xu Wantang was about to retort when she was interrupted by a violent cracking sound.

Old Master Cen got up and smashed the teacup.

A shard of glass flew off the coffee table and cut Xu Wantang's cheek.

"Xu Wantang! You've gone too far! The Cen family has raised a thankless wretch!"

Grandpa Cen was a highly respected man who valued his reputation above all else.

Even if Xu Wantang's five hundred yuan was just a sarcastic remark from the elders of the Cen family.

In Grandpa Cen's eyes, it was also a blessing for her.

She not only had to obediently accept it, but also had to say thank you.

Now that she has exposed everything, it's like slapping Old Master Cen in the face.

If word got out, he would lose even more face.

Xu Wantang's heart skipped a beat, and when she looked up, she met Cen Shichuan's slightly raised eyes.

He deliberately used this incident to provoke Old Master Cen.

Offending the old man would make Xu Wantang's life in the Cen family even more difficult.

"Xu Wantang, I'll ask you one more time, where did you go, and who were you with!"

Cen Shichuan is threatening her.

He would help her avoid Old Master Cen's wrath if she told the truth.

Xu Wantang opened her lips, and blood from her cheek flowed into the corner of her mouth, bitter and hard to swallow.

In the end, her lips trembled but she couldn't utter a sound.

She offered no further explanation.

Regardless of whether she explains or not, Cen Shichuan is convinced that she is a woman with a deep-seated cunning and a habitual liar.

She didn't want to implicate Cen Yuan at this time.

"Third Young Master, do you have any evidence?"

She destroyed all the evidence.

As long as she insists that she did nothing, Cen Shichuan can do nothing about it.

Cen Shichuan crossed his arms and slowly placed them on his knees.

"Do you need evidence?"