After she died, Mr. Bo knelt in front of the tombstone and cried like a dog.

Every word she spoke was like a sharp blade with frost, cruel and cold, changing her previous weakness.

It seemed like this was the first time Lu Zhilu saw this side of her.

Selfish, cold and realistic.

In terms of ruthlessness, he might be better than her.

But when it comes to ruthlessness, perhaps Nan Chu is even better.

Seeing that he didn't speak for a long time, he just stared at her with a sullen face.

Nanchu felt that this game was finally over. While his heart was suffocating, he felt inexplicably relieved.

At this moment, she really didn't want to have any more unnecessary and useless entanglements.

"Don't come to me again. I don't want to have anything to do with you anymore."

She turned and left.

Lu Zhilu tightened his grip as his wrist went cold.

His eyes were gloomy, like the calm before a storm, "Since you don't want to have anything to do with me anymore, I'll get rid of this tool that helps you pay off your debts! Nan Chu, why do you use this child as a tool? I agree. Yet?"

The words are sonorous and firm.

His eyes were scarlet, and the rage in them seemed to devour her.

Nan Chu struggled and tried to shake off his hand, "This is the child your grandfather wanted! How can you explain to your grandfather that you beat this child?"

"That's my business and has nothing to do with you!"

He almost dragged her, trying to put her into the car.

Nan Chu lowered her head to his arm that was restraining her, and bit her viciously.

Probably because she didn't expect that she, who had always been weak, would suddenly become so prickly, Lu Zhilu's painful hand relaxed a little, and she took the opportunity to run back.

Lu Zhilu caught up with her at a quick pace and grabbed her again.

While the two were pulling and pushing, Lu Zhilu didn't know where he touched her, and Nan Chu suddenly cried out in pain while holding his stomach.

She slowly squatted down with a pale face. She even reached out and grabbed his trousers, "It hurts... take me to the hospital... Lu Zhilu... please..."

Lu Zhilu was stunned for a moment.

After being stunned for a moment, he picked her up and took her to the hospital.

Nan Chu was pushed into Zhou City Municipal Hospital.

Lu Zhilu was sitting on the chair outside the operating room, waiting for the results. At this moment, his heart was filled with mixed emotions, and his chest was boiling with sadness and anger, but his emotions were unclear.

He sat there with his waist hunched over, his hands clenched into fists, and his knuckles crackled.

His Lu Zhilu's child should be born with the expectations of his parents and even the entire Lu family, just like him and his eldest brother.

What did Nan Chu think of him? Tools that provide sperm?

What do you think of the child again? Get your ticket to freedom?

That boat ticket is really a bit expensive.

He straightened up, leaned the back of his head against the wall, and kept taking deep breaths, his chest rising and falling.

Almost pissed off.

But when she closed her eyes, the image of her holding her stomach and crying out in pain flashed through her mind, and her heart felt as if she had been hit hard by a bell.

Two stormy emotions tore, mixed, and fermented in his chest.

He subconsciously reached into his trousers pocket and took out the cigarette case.

A passing nurse reminded me: "Sir, you can't smoke here. You have to smoke outside."

He was so angry that he closed the cigarette case forcefully and stuffed it back into his pocket.

……

The old man arranged everything.

In the operating room, the doctor received an emergency call.

After understanding the general situation, he looked at Nan Chu on the hospital bed and asked, "Ms. Nan, are you feeling uncomfortable now?"

Nan Chu shook his head, "I'm fine, there's nothing uncomfortable about me."

"That's good, later..."

Nan Chu said clearly: "I will cooperate with you to perform this play well."

……

The operation lasted about an hour.

The door of the operating room opened and the doctor shouted: "Who are Nan Chu's family members?"

Lu Zhilu seemed to have his acupuncture points opened. He stood up suddenly after being stunned for half a second, and strode over there: "I am, how is she?"

"I'm sorry, the child...can't be saved."

The doctor's words were like a sharp blade tempered with ice, slicing past Lu Zhilu's ear so fast and too deep that for a moment, there was no pain, only dull numbness.

He froze there and didn't speak for a while. It was as if water had been poured into his ears, and the sounds around him were very blurry.

"W-what did you just say?"

The doctor still had the formulaic attitude: "I'm sorry, the child can't be saved."

"Where is your lord?"

He felt his throat tightening and struggled to find his voice, which was extremely hoarse.

"There's nothing wrong, sir. You just had a miscarriage, so you will be very weak and need to rest."

It seemed that Lu Zhilu found it difficult to accept.

The doctor explained a few more words: "The pregnant woman's progesterone is low, the fetal condition is not very stable, and her mood swings are too great. When she was sent in, she was already bleeding. Sir, you and your wife are still so young, and you will still be pregnant in the future." There will be children, don’t be too sad.”

Not anymore.

They had reached the end of their road and reached the real fork.

Unexpectedly, he, Lu Zhilu, would one day be separated from a woman like this, at such a tragic and painful cost.

From now on, his life is no longer a green light.

Nanchu was pushed into the ward and put on an intravenous drip.

Lu Zhilu never went in to see her and leaned outside the ward. He didn't know how long it had been.

His mind was clearly in chaos, but at this moment, his mood was unusually calm.

He went outside and smoked a lot of cigarettes.

But the more I smoke, the more annoying it gets.

A section of the hot cigarette burned, fell down, and burned the skin of his fingers. The burning pain made him frown, and he took the last puff of the cigarette.

Probably because he smoked hard and a little hastily, the smoke that passed through his lungs made him cough violently and his eyes were red from the smoke.

He threw away the cigarette butts and extinguished the sparks with his leather shoes.

All the depression, pain, and overly complicated and extremely gloomy emotions were blocked in the chest, with no outlet at all.

He leaned back on the chair, like a stranded fish on the verge of death, and even breathing felt tired.

By the middle of the night.

Lu Zhilu just entered Nanchu's ward.

His whole body seemed to be covered with a thin layer of frost, and his face was so numb that no emotion could be seen.

Nan Chu leaned on the hospital bed and spoke first: "Now the child is gone as you wished. You can go. We will go our separate ways from now on."

Lu Zhilu came over and just wanted to ask one question: "Nan Jian'an owes a debt, why didn't you tell me, but went behind my back and made an unauthorized transaction with my grandfather?"

The corners of Nan Chu's lips twitched slightly: "Obviously, I don't trust you. I even trust your grandfather more than you. You blocked Nan Jian'an's phone number, and you also hate helping me deal with his broken things. Isn’t that right? I have no position or even the right to ask you to help me.”

Even if he helps her, can their marriage continue to be peaceful and peaceful?

Actually not.

She always knew that sooner or later, she would leave the Lu family one day.

She hates marriage to her core. Because of Nan Jianan and Meng Jingyi, she has no expectations for marriage, and her attitude towards marriage has always been very negative and bad.

It was clear that they had no feelings and they didn't have to be together, but they were forced to be tied up and restrained together. In fact, she was already tired.

So when her marriage showed signs of collapse, her first thought was not to repair the relationship, but to file for divorce.

Does she have a problem?

Of course there are.

There is a kind of person in this world who cannot handle any intimate relationship, and it is difficult for her to gain a sense of security and trust in any intimate relationship.

Because she has never been responded to positively and treated well in an intimate relationship, she has never been able to learn from the beginning.

Lu Zhilu's Adam's apple rolled violently, and his face was filled with anxiety and depression.

But he just looked at her coldly for a long time, his Adam's apple rolled, and a sneer escaped his voice: "Nan Chu, you are more ruthless than me."