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"Xiao Yan, you're pregnant."

"What did you say?" He opened his eyes and sat up on the bed.

Yang Ziying jumped in fright, and quickly went over to check if she was not feeling well, "Slow down, Xiao Ran, you will get angry."

"I won't have this child!" Mo Xiaoxiao's eyes were bloodshot. Her hands tightly gripped the clothes on her abdomen and felt the skin underneath. The child could not be born, and that night was a mistake.

"He's your child."

"No, I won't be born. I won't be able to give him a complete life." Mo Xiaoxiao cried. She raised both of her hands and hit her stomach. All of this was wrong.

She had met the wrong person at the wrong time, so she didn't love Xiao Menghan. Xiao Menghan also wouldn't love her, they couldn't give their child a complete home, and would only repeat the same path as her.

Yang Ziying trembled. Without even thinking, she waved her hand: "No matter where he came from, he is your child, even if he is a monster, he is nurtured in your body, and is blood related to you."

Yang Ziying sat down on a chair beside the bed with trembling hands. She lowered her head and buried her face in her hands, tears flowing out from between her fingers.

Jing Xiaoxiao's mouth was wide open, and her brain was a little muddle-headed.

Lowering her head to look at her stomach, Mo Xiaoxiao did not change her mind. She wanted to let this child go.

Xiao Yan, I beg you, don't let this child go. If you don't want to raise him, give him to me when you are born. I will not let him affect your life.

Yang Ziying raised her head, with tears dripping from her eyes.

It was not the first time in her life that she had begged someone so. She had begged her father-in-law for over a dozen years, but her son had still been sent away.

Earlier, she had begged her husband to keep the child inside her, so the husband could only shake his head.

Yang Ziying only wanted to leave a little of his son's bloodline. She knew how much Xiao Meng Han liked him, and she also knew that this was the only chance she had to leave her son's bloodline.

This was because Xiao Zhenhai had already decided to erase Xiao Meng Han, or to imprison her in some place forever.

Yang Ziying might never see her son again. Pain tore at Yang Ziying's brain. She was going crazy, and the child in her stomach was her only hope.

If she knew this would happen, she would rather lose her job than have a spy interview at Young Master Qin's clubhouse.

"I don't want anything, I just want to leave by myself. Now, immediately, I don't want to see any of you again."

"Xiao Yan, can you really not keep him? We are both women, are you really that cold-blooded? "

"I'm cold-blooded. Do you know how he got into my stomach? Do you know how it feels to be imprisoned by a monster? Do you know the pain of losing your favorite man? "Yang Ziying, you still have your son, you still have your husband, and your family. I don't have anything left."

Yes, he had nothing left. He slowly covered his stomach with his hand. A burst of pain came from it and cold sweat broke out on her forehead. Her face was pale as she fell back onto the bed.

The familiar pain was something she could only endure. She could only bear with it and let the vile spawn in her stomach flow away. Even if she died, she didn't want to take her child to hell.

Yang Ziying stood up in a hurry, looking at the pain and struggle of Jing Xiaoxiao, she was panicking and did not know what to do. She wiped the sweat off Mo Xiaoxiao, and asked urgently, "Xiao Ran, don't be angry, we can talk about this later, I'm just too scared, do you want to drink water, Xiao Ran, I'm sorry, I can't call a doctor for you. Everyone made me give up on the child in your stomach, but I can't, because he is Meng Han's only bloodline, I can't lose my son, even if he is born a freak, I will raise him properly."

Yang Ziying cried, her tears rolling down her face.

All these years she had been tormented to the point where she wanted to give virtue to her son so that he would recover quickly and become a normal person. She wanted to do beauty work and go to the temple to burn incense so that she could stay calm and not let the strings in her head burst open.

Yang Ziying was on the verge of collapse. Just what kind of evil had she done to deserve this.

Mo Xiaoxiao was in excruciating pain, but she still heard Yang Ziying's words. Her hands tightly gripped the bed sheet as she gasped for air.

The pain in her stomach gradually faded as she panted silently. Her clothes were already soaked with sweat, and it was as if she had been fished out of the water. Exhaustion and weakness controlled every cell in her body.

Silent Xiao Ran closed her eyes and slowly slowed her breathing. The current her did not even have the strength to think.

He was so tired that he almost fainted after changing his clothes.

"Xiao Yan, eat some porridge. I will personally make all three meals for you in the future."

Porridge? She knew that if she didn't eat the congee, she wouldn't even last three days. Right now, she could already feel the breath of death.

Xiao Yuelin waited until Yang Ziying walked out of the room before using her eyes to ask her wife.

"She's asleep." Yang Ziying looked at the somewhat haggard Xiao Yuelin, her heart ached and she gritted her teeth in anger: "You men have committed sins, but why do you have to suffer from us women?"

If she had known that the Xiao family had such a strange disease, she would have avoided Xiao Yuelin.

Xiao Yuelin pinched out the remaining half of the cigarette in his hand. He was only silent when he heard his wife's rebuke and hatred. They could not disobey Xiao Zhenhai's decision, Xiao Yuelin knew that this was the right decision.

One Xiao Menghan was already putting the Xiao family in danger. If another one appeared, Xiao Yuelin would not be able to keep the poison from mutating.

"I'm tired. No matter what, Xiao Yan's body is very weak. If you want to die, then do it now." After Yang Ziying finished her sentence, she glanced at a dark figure walking down the stairs, then turned around and returned to her room.

The source of the pain was all from his father-in-law, but the ones suffering were the juniors.

Yang Zi was full of resentment, but there was no way for him to reason with his father-in-law.

Xiao Zhenhai stood in front of Yang Ziying, holding back all her anger and resentment.

Silent Dye was asleep, but he was still awake. The dreamland that was floating and sinking was tightly wrapped by her.

His beautiful black eyes flickered, and every time his long eyelashes fluttered, crystal clear tears would fall down, sliding down her white and tender face. Her young and tender voice sounded from the depths of his mind, "Mother, you don't want me anymore? "Mom, Mom."

Tears flowed out from the corners of her eyes. She was still floating in her dreams, but her body was crying because of excessive grief.

As Xiao Zhenhai watched, his expression became increasingly grave and pained. He turned around and slowly walked out. His body, which had always stood tall and straight like a pine tree, was now somewhat stooped.