Marital shenanigans: ex-wife, don't come back

It turned out that his tenderness was wrong to others, not to her at all.

Brother Beichen, do you know how cruel you are?

Cruel enough to forcibly destroy all my enthusiasm for you.

I don't know how long later, the drunken Fu Beichen forced himself up and sat by the bed. Zhan Yan was lying on the bed like a dead body staring at the ceiling. She sobbed, but the corners of her eyes had dried up and couldn't shed a tear. "Fu Beichen, is this your new revenge method? It makes me miserable. If so, you did it, you really did it!"

"Zhan Yan..." Fu Beichen suddenly woke up after listening to that. He looked at Zhan Yan with scars and empty eyes. He couldn't bear to reach out and touch her.

But Zhan Yan didn't know whether it was a conditioned reflex or fear that he would hurt her again. She immediately jumped up. She pushed Fu Beichen away and curled up in a corner. Her dark pupils were filled with fear.

How hateful!

Fu Beichen clearly saw fear in Zhan Yan's alienated eyes. She even regarded him as a snake and beast to avoid. That just made her gentle

"Zhan Yan, come here!"

"I don't want --" Zhan Yan still roared fearlessly. She still didn't learn what obedience is.

"Don't challenge my patience, come here!"

However, Zhan Yan didn't respond at all. He was still curled up in that corner with stubborn fear in his eyes.

Fu Beichen looked at her, but his anger became more and more serious. He tried his best to restrain himself and didn't want to hurt her again. She was still so afraid of herself. Was he really so terrible?

Seeing him getting closer and closer to himself, Zhan Yan caught the danger signal in his dark eyes. She kept leaning towards the corner, and he approached her step by step

"Fu Beichen, don't come any closer to me!"

Fu Beichen stretched out his slender fingers and raised her chin. His handsome face was a cold and palpitating color, "zhanyan, I'm your husband. Am I so terrible?"

Zhan Yan felt cold.

She grabbed the hairpin on the head cabinet and looked at Fu Beichen, but her hand couldn't stop shaking, "don't force me!"

Now Zhan Yan has a kind of fear of death and desperate to stay away from the man who hurt her deeply.

"Show your face, you are afraid!" the voice like a ghost sounded again, and the cold was like putting people in the ice cellar.

"Fu Beichen, let me go! Get out of here, I don't want to see you, I don't want to see you -"

Hearing this again, Fu Beichen raised his hand again and was ready to fight, but when he saw the stubborn look on Zhan Yan's clean and crystal face, he couldn't fight.

Touch——

The glass on the dresser broke one after another, and there was the broken shadow of Fu Beichen.

Zhan Yan trembled and refused to see Fu Beichen again. She forgot that she still had a hairpin in her hand. The sharp cold stabbed into her skin. The red blood immediately flowed out and dyed her white pajamas red, like flowers on the other side.

The servants came at the sound

"Young master, what's the matter?"

Fu Beichen looked at Zhan Yan trembling in the corner of his eye socket and found that her hand was bleeding and almost suffocated with heartache.

"Dress up the little grandma!"

He took a complicated look at Zhan Yan and left without looking back.