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

"The Exhibition of Bigamy Laws."

"Afraid?"

He seems to be in a particularly good mood today.

Zhuang Mingyue blurted out: "Father...father...not long after his death, you were thinking about the wedding. After so many years in the Zhuang family, you know better than me that funerals require three years of filial piety before a wedding can be held."

Zhuang Mingyue wanted to get away, but Zhan Yan didn't let her succeed. Instead, he held her hand tightly, clasped his index fingers and placed them on his lap.

"I don't have the patience to wait."

Zhuang Mingyue could only choose to remain silent and didn't want to say anything more to him.

But she wanted to vent the breath that was stuck in her chest, "What's the benefit of marrying me? I can't have a child, and the child is fake. You marry me...it's just a whim, it's all in your heart Possessiveness is at work, you just can't stand how one day the things you want will become someone else's. As time goes by, you will throw me away like garbage."

"Why are you so sure? How do you know I'm not just interested in you?!"

"Because no one knows you better than me!" Zhuang Mingyue said this quickly. In order to prevent the tragedy from happening again, she mustered up her courage and said frankly to him: "Did Song Qiqi tell you, She was reborn and lived two lifetimes? Huh?"

Seeing the eyes in his eyes deepening a little, and holding her hand tightly, gradually losing strength, Zhuang Mingyue looked into his eyes and said carefully word by word: "Things have happened so far, there are some words...I I want to be honest with you because... I really don’t want to repeat the same mistakes and be tortured by you.”

"Zhan Yan... No matter it is in the past life or now, we will not have good results together. All you bring to me is pain..."

"Previous life...we got married!"

"We were married for eight years in my last life, but you... rarely go home, and you won't take me to the company. If you say I'm embarrassed, it will only cause you trouble."

"You never remember our wedding anniversary, eight years ago...you are always surrounded by a group of warblers, Yanyan, and...Song Qiqi..."

"I used to..." Zhuang Mingyue choked up as she said this, her eyes filled with water, and she looked at him with a smile, "I used to really love you very much! But you disappointed me every time. You and I Best friends, doing those things in our master bedroom, you knew I was right outside the door, and you saw it..."

"Do you know what you said to me in your previous life?"

"Tell me to get out!"

"Do you know how much pain I felt? At that moment!"

"You never estimate how I feel. Later...in the third year of marriage, I was pregnant with your child...it was you who personally caught me on the operating table and asked the doctor to remove the child from my belly."

"It took me a long, long time to get over the pain of losing my child. After the child was gone, you never went home, stayed with Song Qiqi, went on vacation, and went to every anniversary...even if...you even... I won’t even remember my birthday. You can give Song Qiqi a mansion worth 8000 million yuan, a luxury car worth millions, and it can be our home, so you can come and go freely..."

"But you... will only imprison me in your cage. Even if you come back, you will only go to bed with me and never stay overnight."

"Zhan Yan, did you hear clearly? Like Song Qiqi, I have lived two lifetimes."

"If this is nothing to you..."

"Let me tell you, in the last year of our marriage, it was also...the eighth year. Because you disliked my inability to have children, you filed for divorce from me and kicked me out of the imperial capital, telling me never to come back."

"In the months after you kicked me out, I was diagnosed with cancer and died in the hospital..."

"On the day I died, you and Song Qiqi appeared in front of everyone holding a five-year-old child and announced your wedding date..."

Zhuang Mingyue tried hard to hold back her tears, but... the last drop of tear still fell. "We are getting married again, which just means that all the tragedies and pain that happened will happen to me again."

"Zhanyan...I know you too well."

He likes the new and hates the old. As time goes by, he will feel bored, and then... kick her away.

The car was parked at the entrance of Nanyuan Villa for an unknown length of time.

Zhan Yan looked at Zhuang Mingyue's back as he got out of the car and left with a dark and sharp gaze. At this moment... Zhan Yan didn't know what he was thinking.

It seems that the doubts in my heart are beginning to have answers...

With dry eyes, Zhuang Mingyue ignored the child Wang Mei was carrying and went straight upstairs without even looking at it.

Recalling everything that has happened is like a thousand arrows piercing the heart.

He hurt her for two lifetimes...

Zhuang Mingyue had no choice but to continue to be with him.

Entering the room, Zhuang Mingyue sat at the end of the bed, bent over and inserted her fingers into her hair, tears falling heavily.

She didn't expect Zhan Yan to feel guilty about her knowing these things.

Zhuang Mingyue only hoped that he could recognize her clearly and let her... leave.

After calming down, Zhuang Mingyue suddenly remembered that Nuannuan stuffed a note into her hand.

There was a banquet in the car, but Zhuang Mingyue hadn't had time to see it.

The note she crumpled into a ball was spread out. There were only three words on the wrinkled white paper, 'Check the mailbox.'

With doubts, Zhuang Mingyue picked up her mobile phone from the bedside, entered the URL and opened the email page.

She watched in surprise as Xu Yan sent several unread emails to her overseas mailbox.

【Beware of the banquet! 】

The message was written by Xu Yan.

[Zhanyan has set up monitoring on your mobile phone, and every message you send can be monitored by him. If you see the message I sent you, don’t rush to reply. 】

[The email you originally registered in China will be automatically copied to the email address of another IP address. 】

[Something happened to Jiang Yushu. Ying Jingya arranged a private plane to send Jiang Yushu to the United States for treatment. The plane exploded in mid-air. Ying Yueyao was also on the plane. The banquet suppressed all media newspapers. 】

Zhuang Mingyue pressed the buttons on her phone and flipped through the messages one by one.

[Mingyue... Something happened to the Jiang family, Mrs. Jiang died, and the Jiang family's old house has been taken over by Zhan Yan. I don't know what your situation is now. If you are in danger, remember to call me. 】

Every time he read a message, Zhuang Mingyue's face lost all color, and the hand holding the phone could not control its trembling.

No...impossible!

He must be lying to her!

There is no way Jiang Yushu will be fine.

Must be fake.

It was as if a nerve had been severed in the brain, which was completely blank.

Until Zhuang Mingyue saw the photos of the debris of the plane...

The photo shows the date and time, which was not too long ago.

Zhanyan came back very late in the morning that night. Didn't he go somewhere else...

He went to the Jiang family's old house. No wonder...when he came back that night, he had a strange smell on his body.

Only then did Zhuang Mingyue realize that the smell on his body was tainted with the smell of the dead.

The heating was clearly on in the room, but Zhuang Mingyue felt a cold air coming from the soles of her feet, which was bone-chilling...