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

It is Cen Shichuan.

This was the first time he had ever stepped into this small room.

As he spoke, the strong smell of alcohol mixed with his warm breath sprayed onto Xu Wantang's face.

His gaze was like a sharp hook, piercing straight into her skin.

This made her tense all over.

She tried to break free, but her weak body was no match for Cen Shichuan.

Instead, he held her captive on his lap.

Xu Wantang could only clutch the bath towel tightly and forcefully resist Cen Shichuan's approach.

"Third Young Master, you're drunk, please let me go."

In the struggle, a few drops of water fell from her half-dry hair onto her shoulder.

Her skin, still pink from the shower, was glistening with water droplets, like juicy cherries.

It's sickeningly sweet, and irresistibly so.

I don't know when it started, but a hint of stubbornness appeared on her charming and obedient face.

Every frown and glance was breathtakingly beautiful, stirring the deepest desire for conquest in men.

I really want to devour her.

Seeing Xu Wantang resist, Cen Shichuan narrowed his eyes, put one hand on the towel on her back, and pressed it slightly against the wound, making her tremble in his palm.

With his other hand, he grabbed her chin and lifted it up: "Let go? You don't actually think that by acting cute in front of Cen Yuan, he'll help you, do you?"

"He practices Buddhism, yet he is the most heartless."

Xu Wantang was forced to look Cen Shichuan in the eye, her body trembling with pain, but she refused to give in.

"Having no heart? It's better than having a rotten heart, at least... uh!"

Before she could finish speaking, Cen Shichuan threw her onto the bed.

The pain from the wound made her curl up.

The next second, Cen Shichuan used his wheelchair to get onto the bed and firmly trapped her beneath him.

He then grabbed her hands and pinned them to the headboard, looking down at her.

"You've done all this to deliberately provoke me, isn't it just so you can avoid IVF and get pregnant? I'll grant your wish."

Cen Shichuan caressed the skin on Xu Wantang's slender wrist, lowering his head slightly as if to kiss her.

But those eyes remained fixed on her, like they were watching prey.

I could feel her vulnerability and helplessness before she was subjected to torture.

In the past, Xu Wantang would have silently accepted it.

She even fantasized that one day Cen Shichuan would truly accept her.

But now, she knew perfectly well that Cen Shichuan was just torturing her in a different way.

Give her hope, then push her into an even deeper abyss.

So the instant he lowered his head, Xu Wantang immediately turned her head away, stiff and resolute.

Cen Shichuan, however, took it as a feigned refusal and even scoffed coldly.

"What trick are you trying to pull now? It's not the first time, so what are you pretending for?"

"..."

Xu Wantang's face turned pale, her mind filled with the image of Cen Shichuan threatening to throw away her ashes at the operating room door.

"What trick is she trying to pull now? It's not like she's lost a child for the first time, what's she pretending for?"

Same tone, same look.

It's as if she's just a doll that can be manipulated at will.

Even though she only experienced it all in her dream, every nerve in her body remembered that pain.

When she blinked, her eyes were red.

Cen Shichuan's eyes suddenly darkened, his breathing became heavy and hot, and he gripped Xu Wantang's hand tighter and tighter.

But his approach caused Xu Wantang to experience waves of nausea and pain in her stomach.

A wave of nausea rose in my throat, and I couldn't help but gag.

"vomit!"

In an instant, the light in Cen Shichuan's eyes turned as cold as ice.

"Disgusting? Heh, Xu Wantang, do you even have the right?"

"This is what you deserve, and what you owe me."

He pressed his body down firmly, not allowing Wan Tang any resistance, tearing at the towel on her body and fiercely kissing her neck.

Almost instantly, Xu Wantang felt a wave of rejection wash over her, and her slight trembling turned into a violent shaking.

She bit her lip, swallowed a mouthful of blood, and unleashed all her strength to kick Cen Shichuan's leg.

Cen Shichuan groaned and stared at her with a gloomy expression.

"You kicked my leg?"

In the past, Xu Wantang would have wanted to examine his legs closely, let alone kick him. She wouldn't have even wanted to kick him.

But now, she just clutched a bath towel and hid at the foot of the bed, the furthest away from Cen Shichuan.

"Third Young Master, I'm just trying to bring you to your senses so you don't do something you'll regret. You said you'd only love my sister in this life and would never betray her again. If she knew how you treated me, she would die with her eyes wide open in disbelief!"

Dead people don't get angry.

But living people will.

Cen Shichuan loves Xu Chuxue so much, how could he bear to make her angry?

Sure enough, his brows furrowed slightly at the mention of Xu Chuxue, revealing a chill in his expression.

"You are not worthy to mention Chuxue. You are the one who killed her and my child."

"Is that so?" Xu Wantang asked softly, her throat filled with the taste of blood, a bitter feeling that had spread all the way to her heart.

"What did you say?"

A hint of doubt appeared in Cen Shichuan's eyes.

Xu Wantang gripped the bath towel tightly, lowering her eyes to hide her emotions: "It's nothing, you just drank too much and lost your composure. I won't say anything more, and I won't overthink it."

Cen Shichuan sat back in his wheelchair, and upon hearing her words, his hand, which was straightening his clothes, paused.

But the next second, a mocking look appeared in his eyes, and he tugged at his sleeve.

"So sensible?"

"Then go to the garden and find my lost sleeve."

Upon hearing this, Xu Wantang looked out the window, where dark clouds covered the sky.

She knew that Cen Shichuan still didn't believe her, so she used this method to make her realize her place.

She can apologize now, she can beg.

As long as he is satisfied, she doesn't need to look for a cufflink that may or may not even exist.

But she didn't want to.

Xu Wantang nodded: "Okay, I'll go find it."

"..."

Cen Shichuan's smile faded, and his brows lowered.

With a bang, he slammed the door and left.

As he left, his gaze toward Xu Wantang remained terrifyingly cold, but it no longer held the hatred of the past; instead, it was tinged with a strange anger.

Xu Wantang didn't think too much about it; she just supported herself and tried to breathe deeply.

The room was small, and Cen Shichuan's presence was everywhere.

This made her feel even more nauseous.

She forcefully opened the window and reached out to pull the bed sheet.

With a tearing sound, the sheet ripped, sending lint flying into the air and making breathing even more difficult.

She then remembered that the bed sheets were disposable.

Everywhere you look, there are disposable cups, disposable bowls and chopsticks, and disposable gloves.

Even the thin, rough slippers on her feet were disposable.

Rather than saying she married Cen Shichuan, it would be more accurate to say that she was isolated from the outside world by Cen Shichuan and confined to the Cen family by him.

She foolishly comforted herself, saying that she owed him everything, and that as long as he was happy, she would be happy too.

Xu Wantang gripped the bed sheet tightly, took a deep breath, and decisively rolled up all the disposable items and threw them into the trash can.

As she let go, she stared at the slippers that had been glued back together several times.

She took back the slippers and, with unwavering determination, smoothed out the rough edges.

She will definitely live well and will never let Cen Shichuan and Xu Chuxue succeed.

Xu Wantang put on her slippers, turned around and walked out of the room to the garden to help Cen Shichuan find his cufflinks.

……

garden.

The garden of the Cen residence is very large, and it is easy for first-time visitors to get lost without a guide.

As soon as Xu Wantang arrived in the garden, it started to rain heavily.

She was wearing disposable slippers, searching for cufflinks on the cobblestone path with uneven steps.

He was soaked through in no time.

As she parted the grass and bent down to look for something, her slipper slipped, and she fell to the ground.

The thin, damp white shirt clung tightly to her body, revealing her graceful figure.

Her porcelain-white skin seemed to be able to see through the fabric.

Xu Wantang's eyelashes trembled as she looked at the black umbrella that was moving not far away.