Refusing to marry into a wealthy family, the richest man's uncle coaxed me into marriage

Si Qingcheng slowly retracted his five fingers and held Shen Muli's hand tightly, "Xiao Li, Han Lingli... Li Shuang's child is not mine."

"..." Shen Muli's struggling movements paused.

Si Qingcheng looked down at her steadily, "It wasn't just your and Yaoyao's DNA results that were tampered with back then, but also mine and hers."

Shen Muli didn't know what to say for a moment.

Si Qingcheng was silent for a moment, and then brought up the past that Shen Muli had never wanted to hear, "Do you remember the day you found out you were pregnant? We agreed to go out and celebrate alone that night, but something happened to Yu Jiangnan that day, so you went over to accompany her."

Yu Jiangnan is Shen Muli's best friend.

"You didn't come home that night, so I went to the old house for dinner. Mom and Dad were very happy to know you were pregnant. Dad opened a bottle of his treasured wine, and I drank a few more glasses."

The bones and veins on the back of his hand were bulging. Over the years, this incident has always been like a thorn in his heart.

After that, he never drank a drop of alcohol again.

"When I woke up the next day, I didn't remember anything. Li Shuang was lying next to me. I thought I was with her... I drove her away, but later she came to me and told me she was pregnant..."

Si Qingcheng thought that since the child born by Li Shuang was not his, maybe he did not have a relationship with Li Shuang.

But Li Shuang is already dead, and no one will ever know what happened that night.

In the end, Si Qingcheng didn't say a word to defend himself. He held Shen Muli's shoulders, bent down and looked into her eyes.

"Xiao Li, I don't expect you to forgive me, I just hope you can give me a chance to atone for my sins."

"It's my fault for not protecting you and the child. Let me spend the rest of my life making it up to you, okay?"

"Make up for it? How do you make up for it?" Shen Muli raised her hand and slowly and firmly pushed away Si Qingcheng's hands that were holding her shoulders.

"Do you know what it's like to be in jail? Do you know what it's like to be locked up in a small dark room, starving to death?"

"You don't know." She looked at Si Qingcheng, "Only Tongtong knows."

"Do you know what it's like to have no control over your excretion? Do you know what it's like to be dirty and lie there like an animal and be manipulated at will?"

"You don't know either, only I know."

There was no emotion or warmth in Shen Muli's eyes. "Maybe it wasn't your intention to cause all this, but it all started with you. Every time I see you, all I can think of is pain and despair. Do you understand that feeling?"

"Xiao Li..."

"Stay away from me, Si Qingcheng. I just want to spend some happy days with my daughter. I don't want to be trapped in the pain of the past every day."

After Shen Muli finished speaking, he turned and walked into the villa gate.

On the balcony of the baby room on the second floor, Si Tong looked at the scene downstairs, sighed, and went back inside.

Junbao and Qingbao had just finished drinking milk, and Yu Hanshen took turns holding his sons and burping them. These were things that servants could actually do, and they did it very well.

But as long as Yu Hanshen is at home, he will do everything himself to take care of his son, no matter big or small.

From these details, Si Tong even felt that Yu Hanshen's love for the child was stronger and deeper than her own love for the child.

"Dad doesn't seem to have dealt with Mom." Si Tong sat on the sofa, resting her elbows on the armrests, holding her chin with both hands, watching her husband taking good care of the child.

As soon as Yu Hanshen came back, he took off all the men's accessories such as collar pins, cufflinks and watches.

At this time, with his shirt collar open and sleeves rolled up, revealing his well-defined collarbone and strong forearms, he looks like a homely and family-friendly husband, with a kind of abstinent masculine sexiness.

Si Tong stared at Yu Hanshen and said, "Do you think Mom is really with that Uncle Fu?"

Mo Xubei not only forwarded the photo that Fu Yanlin sent to his uncle, but also sent a copy to his cousin.

Yu Hanshen gently patted the little person lying on his shoulder. Hearing this, he said calmly: "She is not a child. She knows how to do things in her own way."

Si Tong knows that when it comes to love, no one else can interfere.

Half an hour later, Si Tong was gasping for breath and asking Yu Hanshen to come in slowly when there was a banging sound on the door downstairs.

Shen Muli didn't want to pay attention to it, but the noise outside the door was too loud, and if it wasn't stopped, the whole building would be woken up.

"What do you want to do?" She opened the door and looked coldly at Si Qingcheng outside.

Si Qingcheng squeezed in without saying anything, holding the quilt in his hand. He closed the door of the guest room and said, "Come and sleep with me."

"..." Shen Muli frowned.

Si Qingcheng spread the quilt on the sofa, took off his shoes and got into bed, while saying to Shen Muli who was still standing at the door: "What are you standing there for?"

"..." Shen Muli frowned even more tightly.

"Don't worry." Si Qingcheng lay down with his head resting on the sofa armrest, his hands behind his head, and returned to his previous rogue look, "I won't do anything to you."

Shen Muli was so angry that he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and said something piercing: "Don't you know what's wrong with your body? If I ask you to do it, can you do it?"

"In this regard, Fu Yicheng is much better than you."

Si Qingcheng's expression remained unchanged. "You haven't tried it with him, so how do you know he's better than me? We used to get along so well, you shouldn't have forgotten that, right? When did I not let you..."

Before he could finish his words, a pillow hit him in the face.

……

The next day, Fu Yichen arrived at the Imperial Examination Hall before eight o'clock. At this time, Yu Hanshen and Si Qingcheng had not yet gone to the company.

Looking at Fu Yicheng carrying lots of bags into the villa and his old father's gloomy face, Si Tong didn't know how to treat his father's love rival.

She had no choice but to look at Yu Hanshen. Yu Hanshen put his arm around his wife's waist, and his unintentional gesture seemed to say: Leave it to me.

Then he stepped forward to shake hands and greet Fu Yicheng, and asked the servant to serve tea, showing the host's courtesy and thoughtfulness.

After sitting down and chatting for a while, Fu Yicheng looked at Si Tong and said, "I don't know what you need, so I just prepared some for you. You can pick the ones you like and keep them for use."

Si Tong sat next to Yu Hanshen, smiling appropriately, with the grace and elegance of a hostess, "Uncle Fu, you're too polite."

Fu Yicheng smiled and glanced at Shen Muli beside him, and said solemnly: "I am pursuing your mother, I hope you can agree."

Si Tong didn't expect him to speak so bluntly, and subconsciously looked at Si Qingcheng.

Sure enough, I saw that the old father's face was so black that ink could drip out of it.

"That still depends on my mother. My opinion is not important..." Si Tong smiled elegantly.

Fu Yicheng said, "Xiao Li values ​​you, so your opinion is important."

Si Tong smiled: "..."

The atmosphere was a bit weird, but Fu Yicheng didn't seem to notice it. He chatted with Yu Hanshen for a few more words and said to Shen Muli, "It's getting late, let's go."

Shen Muli was about to speak when Si Qingcheng spoke first: "Xiao Li, aren't you going to participate in an art exhibition in Switzerland next month? I'll accompany you to the gallery to prepare your works for the exhibition."

Shen Muli refused without hesitation: "No, I have an appointment with Yi Cheng to go hiking."

"Commander Fu, you may not know that Xiao Li likes to wear high heels when she goes out and doesn't like hiking." Si Qingcheng smiled faintly, "It seems that Commander Fu doesn't understand Xiao Li at all."

Shen Muli glanced at Si Qingcheng and said, "I didn't like him before because I hadn't met someone I wanted to climb the mountain with. If I meet someone, my dislike will turn into love."

After that, regardless of Si Qingcheng's completely dark face, she said to Fu Yicheng: "Let's go."

"Xiao Li." Si Qingcheng suddenly called her, "Are you sure you want to go with him?"