The Bumpy Road of Marriage: The Ex-Wife Is Expecting

Lan Xin slowly backed away. “Lusu, what on earth are you saying? I can’t have known that I’d fall sick at that time. I certainly won’t have known that this could happen. I blame myself over this even more than you, alright?” Lan Xin cried out loudly. She then forcefully pushed Mo Lusu away. “Why are you so suspicious of me? Why would I want to hurt her?”

“Because I love her,” Mo Lusu cried out. His voice extended into the sky, carrying anger and desolation.

His voice slowly disappeared into the distance, echoing throughout the mountains. It would be an understatement to say that his voice was deeply moving.

The wind slowly rose and gradually washed over the echoes in the mountain range.

Lan Xin was stunned as she stared fixedly at Mo Lusu.

“Because you love her and I love you so you’ve concluded that I’ve hurt her on purpose?” Lan Xin exclaimed as tears streamed down her face. “Why should I have to do that? She loves Chu Ningyi. I want her to be with Chu Ningyi because if she was with someone else, it’ll be easier for you to give up on her. I don’t want her to die. Why would I want to hurt her?” Lan Xin screeched in objection. “Do you think that I’ve got such a murderous heart?”

Lan Xin screamed. She finally stumbled onto the ground as if she had lost all her strength.

The muddy water on the ground soaked through her clothes, it was an icy cold feeling.

“Why would I want to hurt her? No one in the world wants her to live more than I do because the only person who can’t be defeated is a dead person. I don’t want to fight against a dead woman for you,” Lan Xin mourned softly as tears streamed down from her face.

Mo Lusu looked down at the woman in the mud and listened to her mournful voice.

Each word she said made so much sense.

Had he misunderstood her?

Mo Lusu took a breath and looked up into the night sky. Soon, he spoke hoarsely, “I’m sorry.” Mo Lusu then turned around to leave.

As tears rolled down Lan Xin’s face, the expression that remained was no longer innocence and agony. Instead, it was now replaced with coldness and viciousness.

Lan Xin grabbed the mud below her fingers as she gritted her teeth and spat, “If she’d never existed in this world, you’d have been mine long ago. She should never have been alive in the first place.”

Every word was vicious and seeped right into the mud so no one heard it.

The moonlight was blocked by clouds and the malice on Lan Xin’s face was completely obscured.

Chu Ningyi, who had stood in the study for a very long time, finally returned to his senses as the moonlight dimmed. He then made his way towards the guest room.

At this moment, Shui Anluo was hugging and hitting a pillow, pretending that it was a certain someone.

“You’re unreasonable, you don’t know the meaning of familial love, friendship or romantic love. You’re an emotional idiot,” Shui Anluo spat angrily as she hit the pillow after every sentence.

However, she looked at her son who was sleeping like a despot. Alright, she was wrong. He understood familial love and this had certainly been shown to her son.

Shui Anluo was hugging the pillow and venting her frustrations when someone knocked on the door.

“The person is already dead, why are you knocking?” Shui Anluo stifled her anger as she replied.

Chu Ningyi ignored her anger. Besides, knocking the door was only for the sake of courtesy because as soon as Shui Anluo said this, he immediately pushed the door open and walked in.

Shui Anluo saw the man who had walked right in and instantly threw the pillow at him.

Chu Ningyi reached out and caught it. He frowned as he asked, “Are you quite finished fussing around?”