Mr. Yu, your wife has gone crazy after her rebirth.

Wen Xin stepped back repeatedly and bumped her body against the corner of the table. She staggered and held onto the chair. She was in a daze for a long time before she suddenly woke up from her fear, her eyes filled with terror.

"You are here for revenge, you are here for revenge..." She muttered a few words, raised her head suddenly, and her pupils suddenly contracted, "My father--"

He suddenly interrupted, his tone piercingly cold: "Back then, I treated you the same way you treated my father. It's a pity that Wen Minglang didn't die in the car accident, but it's not bad to kill him before he went to prison!

Wen Xin collapsed on the chair, as if she had fallen into an icy abyss. Every inch of her body was chilled to the bone. She looked up woodenly: "The reporter at the door of the court, is that you too?"

Xie Sichen said fiercely: "Yes."

Her father, her Wen family, and her own flesh and blood... Wen Xin broke down emotionally and roared angrily: "The child is innocent!"

Xie Sichen laughed suddenly, his eyes were vicious, like a beast that had been suppressed for a long time, wishing he could pounce on her and tear her to pieces: "Innocent? Are you talking about innocent? Isn't the child of Zhizhi and I innocent? Isn't Zhizhi's parents and her brother innocent? And the three lives of my Lin family, what exactly did they do wrong? What on earth did my thirteen-year-old sister do wrong?"

Faced with a series of questions, she was speechless!

Xie Sichen sneered: "Wen Xin, cause and effect, blood debt must be paid with blood, you deserve what you deserve today, it's all because of your cruelty, cold-bloodedness and viciousness!"

If she could have had a little bit of compassion, if she had not harmed Zhizhi and the child, he would not have become so hideous and terrifying, like a madman, with thoughts of revenge all in his mind.

Wen Xin was filled with shock, and she clenched her hands tightly, her fingertips almost digging into her flesh. She gritted her teeth and squeezed out each word from between her teeth, full of reluctance: "Xie Sichen, I am carrying your own flesh and blood in my belly, how can you be so cruel?"

Xie Sichen looked cold and said indifferently: "I have never touched you at all, how could it be my child?"

She was stunned.

I never touched you...

She looked up blankly, her eyes filled with endless panic, and her whole body was shaking: "What did you say just now?"

Xie Sichen stood there, staring at her with icy eyes: "I drugged your wine that night and bought you a man for 50,000 yuan."

Wen Xin felt like she had fallen into an ice cellar. Her whole body was cold and stinging. She couldn't believe her ears. Big tears rolled down her cheeks. "You were lying to me, weren't you?"

Xie Sichen said it lightly, but every word was full of cruelty: "Don't worry, I picked the cleanest one for you!"

She had no memory of that night. She only thought that the alcohol had paralyzed her mind, that he was so drunk that he didn't know who was next to him, that there was a breakthrough in their relationship, that...

It turned out that he had been deliberately plotting against her, making her pregnant so that the Wen family would let down their guard and then take them down in one fell swoop.

The last straw that broke the camel's back suddenly broke!

She collapsed into the chair, her whole body limp, tears streaming down her face, gritting her teeth: "Xie Sichen, you are so cruel!"

Xie Sichen replied indifferently: "Same here!"

Anyway, my life is ruined, and I will eventually drag a few hypocritical and vicious people into hell with me.

He stared at her, his eyes full of hatred and disgust: "When facing lunatics like you, the only way I can do is to be crazier than you."

Assistant He was right about letting a wolf into the house. It was because she was too conceited and arrogant that she was so stupid as to mistakenly think that this was a man whose life she could control.

Finally, he realized that it was a well-rested vicious wolf with sharp fangs and cold claws, waiting for an opportunity to strike.