Quick Transmigration: The Villain’s Sweet Wife

After Shen Yan found an excuse and left, she returned to her room early. She couldn't walk steadily, so she could barely stand up by holding the table.

Shen Yan's face was pale, and she was clutching her stomach, as if something terrible had happened. She bit her arm tightly, and her tears leaned out like a fountain of tears.

She came through... a modern person.

Her original name was also Shen Yan, and she was the second young lady of the Shen family, a big family at that time.

The memory came out like the gate was opened.

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"Young Master, Miss Shen, she... She... She is pregnant..." Xinghe's face was full of sweat, and she dared not look at Fu Jue with her eyes down.

The man in front of Xinghe was handsome, with a tall nose, and star-like eyes, all of which seemed to be favored by creators.

However, such a perfect man was exuding a cold air at this moment. He pressed his lips that seemed to show his tenderness, and his fingertips were tapping on the armrest of the seat as if carelessly.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze for an instant.

For a long time, the man’s gloomy and indifferent voice sounded, as if he had pronounced someone’s life, "My words, don’t say it a second time."

Xinghe did not dare to disobey Fu Jue, and at the same time did not dare to breathe a sigh of relief.

Shen Yan, the second lady of the Shen family, is so ugly that she can spit out the overnight meal with both eyes. She has admired her eldest young master since she was a child, and she has been stubborn to him over the years.

But who can be interested in such a woman? I guess it's hard to even look at it.

It happened a month ago. Shen Yan designed to frame his sister Shen Qian, steal the beam and change the post, and spend a good night with the young master. This is already unbearable. What's more, she is still pregnant!

A month later, that is now.

Pouring rain.

Fu Jue's mother was kidnapped, and the condition of redemption is...

The unformed seed in Shen Yan's belly.

Hearing Fu Jue's voice, Shen Yan struggled hard despite pulling her own big man, her face was already wet, mixed with desperate tears and cold rain.

"Fu Jue! He is your child! It is your child! Tiger poison does not eat children! Please, let him go... You must have another way, right? Let him go, he hasn't formed yet... ...Fu Jue...I beg you!"

Shen Yan's face was crumpled, and she shrank together with the scar left by the scald on her right side. It was even more terrifying and hideous. Her eyes were wide, with the last glimmer of hope and hope in them.

He is her, the last hope.

The woman's lower lip was trembling, and her heart was so numb that she was numb. She roared weakly, she had no strength to struggle, and she still had a high fever.

"I won't love you, I won't pester you, I won't disturb you and Shen Qian's life... Fu Jue, please, I only have him, I only have this child! Please, please, I'm willing to do whatever you want me to do, please... please..."

The humble pleading of the woman added a bit of sadness to the rainy night. She was covered in mud, kneeling beside the man's exquisite and advanced leather shoes, her red and swollen hands looked terrible, and she held his trousers tightly.

"Ah!" The woman's thin body was suddenly lifted, and Fu Jue's fingertips were piercingly cold, and he buckled her skinny chin without pity.

The man's eyes are endless indifference and unfeeling.

"No more love?"

He mocked mercilessly as if he had heard something ridiculous.

"Do you love or not, what is it to me?"