My bad ex-husband scolded me for being infertile? A wealthy man got married again and had two babies

When Zhou Qiming heard this, he understood that Xu Yansang would not agree to his request.

Even if he put countless wealth in front of her, she would not agree.

It was ridiculous that his stupid son had secretly prepared a large sum of wealth for Xu Yansang and wanted to leave it to her.

Little did he know that they didn't care at all. They just wanted him to die with regrets.

Xu Yansang said, "Uncle Zhou, if there is nothing else, I will hang up first."

She was very calm from beginning to end. Even if she hated him, she hated him calmly without any emotional fluctuations. She just wanted Zhou Muchuan to die, but she no longer had any feelings for him.

Because I have already let it go, I feel it is unnecessary to ask one more question.

Before hanging up, she said to Zhou Qiming, "Uncle Zhou, I hope this is the last time we talk. Zhou Muchuan's affairs have nothing to do with me. Goodbye."

She hung up the phone without any regrets.

On the other end of the phone, Zhou Qiming was sitting outside the bulletproof glass and raised his phone to Zhou Qiming inside, "You heard it, she doesn't want to see you."

After he came today, Zhou Muchuan had only one request, which was to find a way to bring Xu Yansang here.

Zhou Qiming made this call in front of Zhou Muchuan.

The phone was on speakerphone, so Zhou Muchuan could hear Xu Yansang's words clearly. The sound was even louder because of the loudspeaker.

Zhou Muchuan sat there blankly, as if he had fallen into another world.

Seeing that he was silent, Zhou Qiming sighed softly and said, "Muchuan, you... take care of yourself. I will take good care of Ruotang, don't worry."

He stood up and prepared to leave.

Zhou Muchuan suddenly asked, "Have you ever regretted it?"

Zhou Qiming paused, thinking he had misheard, and turned to look at him, "What?"

Zhou Muchuan looked at him quietly. "When you left, I was still so young. My mother couldn't accept it for a while. She had emotional breakdowns every day. She had no outlet to vent her anger, so she vented it on me. I remember that when I was seven years old, she locked me in the attic. There were thunder and lightning outside, and it was raining and windy. The attic had no electricity, and dust was flying everywhere. I cried until my voice was hoarse, but my mother didn't even come to see me."

"When I was nine, I accidentally broke a cup. My mother used a cane to beat me for half an hour. My back and buttocks were bleeding. She said that I was becoming more and more like you. Your shadow was in everything I said and did. In fact, it was only because the cup I broke was one of a pair of couple cups. The other one was thrown when you and my mother had an argument. After you left, she slept with that cup for three years. When I broke it, her world collapsed."

"When I was thirteen, I killed someone for the first time. The person I killed was a maid, only nineteen years old. She came to the North City to earn money to treat her family's illness. I tricked her into the attic and stabbed her in the place where I used to cry in fear. When I heard her crying in fear and begging for mercy, I felt very peaceful. It seemed that the me who used to cry in fear was also killed by me, and the one who survived was the brave and fearless me. I stabbed her six times, and the last stab was in her heart, and she stopped breathing forever."

"The second time I killed someone was when I was fifteen. I killed a beggar who asked me for money. I looked at his dirty appearance and didn't understand what was the point of living like this, so I sent him off."

Zhou Muchuan closed his eyes. Some things he thought he had forgotten long ago now emerged in his mind one by one. It turned out that he had never forgotten them.

It turns out that he knew how things got to where they are today. He knew it, and he had always known it.

He looked at Zhou Qiming, his eyes filled with hatred and expectation, "Dad, have you ever regretted it? If you hadn't left, my mom wouldn't have collapsed, wouldn't have treated me like that, and I wouldn't be like this. Do you regret it?"

Zhou Qiming was silent for a while, then nodded and admitted, "I regretted it."

Zhou Muchuan smiled and said, "But there is no point in regretting now."

Zhou Qiming spoke in a hoarse voice after a long while, "Yes, there is no point in regretting now."

"Dad, what you are doing now is not a good thing, right?" Zhou Muchuan looked at him, "I guessed it. From what you revealed before, I guess that the industry you are engaged in may not be tolerated by society."

Zhou Qiming said, "What do you want to ask?"

Zhou Muchuan said, "Can you please stop doing this? What you did will eventually lead you to a path of no return. My ending should serve as a warning to you. Stop doing bad things and start over with Ruotang."

Zhou Qiming was silent for a moment and said, "Muchuan, you don't understand my situation."

There are some things that he can't stop just because he wants to.

What's more, he doesn't believe in cause and effect, or retribution. People who believe in this can't do what he does.

But even if he didn't believe it, he made up for it in those aspects. Not only did he ask for Buddha amulets, he also performed some rituals.

And he bought a little devil of his own to bear those sins for him.

So Zhou Qiming felt that there was nothing to worry about.

Zhou Muchuan smiled, said nothing more, stood up and said, "You can go back."

He turned and walked inside.

Seeing this, Zhou Qiming also stood up and walked out.

To say that he had feelings for Zhou Muchuan was a lie. How much affection could he have for a son he had only spent a few days with since childhood? But strangely, he felt a little heartbroken.

Maybe it’s because this is his only son.

What Zhou Muchuan said did not stir any waves in Zhou Qiming's heart. He has never been a person who likes to have ties. If he could abandon his young son in the first place, how could he care about how this son grew up?

Zhou Qiming just felt it was a pity that he couldn't save his only son.

Today's farewell is our last.

Zhou Muchuan returned to prison. Thanks to Zhou Qiming, although he failed to rescue him, he got him a single room.

The facilities in the single room are okay, with a bed, a table and a chair. It is much better than a large dormitory bed, but it is actually quite monotonous.

Zhou Muchuan hasn't had a good sleep for a long time. Since coming here, whenever he closed his eyes, he seemed to see those people he had killed standing in front of him, reaching out their hands to him expressionlessly, trying to pull him into the endless hell.

He didn't dare close his eyes, and had nightmares even when he fell asleep.

If you endure this day after day, your body will have problems.