Mr. Zhan, please stop being abusive, Miss Zhuang has been reborn.

"Did you hear me?"

Zhan Yan glanced at her casually, "No need."

Zhuang Mingyue: "What do you mean it's unnecessary? I have no experience in raising children. If something happens, no one can take care of it."

Zhanyan sat down and looked at her, "I believe you will do well and you won't be able to learn from books."

Zhuang Mingyue was dissatisfied: "I don't have time to take care of the children."

Zhan Yan suddenly reached out and stroked Zhuang Mingyue's long hair, as if giving her a reward, "Don't you want to live an ordinary life and just treat this as our home? Isn't it okay? There will be no one here with me. Say what you want, just do what you want, this child will always be with us, and he is also our first child."

Zhuang Mingyue looked at him as if she were looking at a crazy person who had gone crazy, "Is this your new game?"

"You can deceive yourself, but I can't, and I don't want to play this kind of game with you. Don't forget, you are already married, and we are not allowed to do this at all."

"You want a baby, and there are a bunch of people lining up to give it to you."

"...If you want me to support you, I will support you, because I can't refuse. This is what you imposed on me."

Zhuang Mingyue had no idea what was going on with him.

Obviously all this is a fabricated illusion.

They also said it was their home.

He and Ying Yueyao are already married. After today, they will hold a wedding. How many families does he want to have?

Zhan Yan's face suddenly darkened, and an indescribable harshness suddenly appeared in his expression, "...Even if you don't accept it, you have to accept it." His voice became cold and he stood up, "I'm going to take a shower. Before I come out, put the child away. Good luck."

Zhan Yan got up and went to the bathroom outside the living room.

Zhuang Mingyue looked at the child sadly. He was so sleepy that he wanted to doze off. He kept looking at Zhuang Mingyue with his big eyes. When he met her gaze, he squinted and laughed.

In the previous life, was he and Song Qiqi like this, giving her a home outside her back?

Before she died, Zhuang Mingyue never knew the child Song Qiqi was holding in her arms existed.

What is the difference between her current situation and her situation back then?

Zhuang Mingyue was suffocated by the oppression brought about by being unable to escape but being forced to accept it.

"...Go to sleep." Zhuang Mingyue patted the child's chest, "It will be better tomorrow."

This sentence seemed to comfort him, and also seemed to comfort himself.

Half an hour later, Zhan Yan came out of the bathroom.

He carried her to the bed room next door.

Zhuang Mingyue closed her eyes, bearing his impact, waiting for him to end this torture...

At dawn the next day.

Zhuang Mingyue didn't get up until one o'clock in the afternoon. When she heard Song Qiqi's voice coming from the living room, she paused as she opened the door handle.

She was too timid to go out.

There seemed to be a meeting outside, listening to her sonorous and clear voice.

Zhan Yan echoed her voice, and every word was filled with affirmation.

These sounds struck her heart.

They said that Zhuang Mingyue didn't understand these things. Apart from being able to draw, she didn't understand these things at all.

Even if she didn't go out, she could still imagine Song Qiqi shining in front of everyone.

Zhuang Mingyue also had to admit that she was indeed excellent. Even when facing her, Song Qiqi had an aura that always made her feel ashamed. Her eyes seemed as if everyone was inferior.

I don’t know when it will end outside.

About an hour passed.

Zhuang Mingyue also sat on the couch in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and stayed in a daze for an hour.

The meeting is almost over.

Zhan Yan closed the document in his hand, raised his wrist and looked at the time, "That's it for today, let's break up the meeting."

Along with Song Qiqi, there is also a think tank composed of five people.

These are top successful people in the financial circle. In addition to making travel meeting decisions, they also assess project risks and make some decision-making adjustments.

Zhanyan put down his legs, stood up, and said, "Report on the upcoming itinerary.

"All the unimportant items in the last half month have been cancelled. Except for overseas video meetings, they have all been postponed. There are only a few documents left to be signed." After Qi Cheng said this, he handed over the documents in his hand. Zhan Yan glanced at it and signed a few words in the last column.

Everyone knows that tomorrow is the day of Zhan Yan’s wedding.

This half month is also a long vacation that Zhanyan gives himself.

Qi Cheng got the document, glanced at Song Qiqi, turned around and left.

Song Qiqi walked up to Zhan Yan and buttoned his suit affectionately, "It's so jealous. We're getting married tomorrow..."

"Ayan, can I go with you on your honeymoon the day after tomorrow?"

Song Qiqi drew an ambiguous circle on his chest.

"I underestimated your bottom line."

When Song Qiqi wanted to kiss him, the man had already controlled her wrist and dragged her to the sofa. She watched him turn around indifferently, without concealing the jealousy in her eyes.

Bottom line? How ridiculous.

In their previous lives, they had been so close, and they had conspired on so many things.

Zhanyan...where is your bottom line?

Walking into the room, he looked at the woman who had woken up and was lying on the couch in a daze. He gently picked her up and let her lean against him. On her soft and innocent body, Zhan Yan lowered his eyes and admired with satisfaction what he had left last night. Traces, "Why don't you look for me when you wake up?"

Zhuang Mingyue was in no mood to pay attention to him, so she got up and went next door to see the child.

Zhan Yan did not let her leave, Zhuang Mingyue sat down again, "Hold her for a while, and I will go to the company."

Zhuang Mingyue remained motionless, too lazy to struggle.

Zhanyan outlined his long hair with his fingers and wrapped it around his fingertips.

"I hope you won't go to the wedding tomorrow."

"Ah."

Regarding tomorrow... Zhuang Mingyue's heart tightened.

"So nice?"

"Because I want face." Sooner or later, their relationship will not be hidden.

If she were to attend this wedding, Zhuang Mingyue would only become the target of public criticism.

"If you want to go, you can wait for me in the hotel upstairs. I will pick you up later and give you a surprise..."

Zhuang Mingyue couldn't bear it and pinched the back of his hand with considerable force.

Not a word was said.

Zhan Yan looked at her leaving figure and could already tell that she was losing her temper again.

Zhan Yan raised the back of his hand and saw the mark of bleeding from the skin picked up by Zhuang Mingyue's armor.

"My temper is not small."

Zhuang Mingyue is the only one who dares to do such a thing.

This was a privilege given by him. When he doted on him, he allowed Zhuang Mingyue to act recklessly and unscrupulously...

If not, Zhuang Mingyue would have slammed the door in the hospital.

He could imagine this kind of loss.

Those who are unfaithful and unfaithful should be cut into pieces and sent to the eighteenth level of hell.

Zhuang Mingyue never thought of attending their wedding.

There were no surprises in his mouth, they were all frights.

Little Xingxing was taken for examination by the nurse and had just returned from the examination room.

Still asleep…