Zhuang Xiaoyu didn't dare to look directly into his eyes, she raised the wine glass and was about to bring it to her lips, but Qin Wuyan grabbed her wrist.

The man rubbed her wrist with his fingertips, and stretched out his other arm, snatching the wine from her palm: "Cold wine hurts your body, and it's not suitable to drink on an empty stomach. If you want to drink it, wait for someone to re-warm the bottle before sending it away." Come up, drink something warm."

Zhuang Xiaoyu's palm was empty, Qin Wuyan had already placed Zhuang Xiaoyu's wine cup in front of him, with a gentle smile still on his face: "This glass of wine is for your husband."

He also said: "You don't drink well, so don't drink too much, even though it's fruit wine, you will get drunk if you drink too much."

The man let go of her wrist, held up the wine cup in front of him, and held it to his lips...

Zhuang Xiaoyu stared at the glass of poisoned wine, her heart tightened, she stared at him firmly, not letting go of his every move, but there was a battle between heaven and man in her mind:

As long as she watched him drink this glass of wine with her own eyes, she would avenge her father and brother. After he died, she was willing to let him go.

But if Qin Wuyan passed away, what would the people of Yuecheng do? What about the priest's mansion? What about Min Mansion?

If Qin Wuyan was poisoned to death by her like this, the whole Yuecheng would definitely be devastated.

It would be fine if she died with him too, but if she was saved, after the child was born, there would be no father, and the child would be cast aside by tens of thousands of people.

If the people in the Min Mansion refused to let the child go, without the protection of his biological father, it is unimaginable how his fate would be reduced.

The more Zhuang Xiaoyu thought about it, the paler her face became pale as snow, tears welled up in Qin Wuyan's eyes...

Qin Wuyan's cup was about to touch the corner of his lips, seeing her appearance, he stopped suddenly, and asked softly: "Xiao Yu, do you have anything else to say, do you want to say it to me?"

Zhuang Xiaoyu opened her mouth, her voice was a little hoarse, and asked, "If I do something wrong to you, will you forgive me?"

Qin Wuyan hooked his lips, and said without thinking: "Yes."

"What if... what if I take your life?"

"Then I will entrust my life to you. Anyway, you saved my life. If it wasn't because of you, I might have died long ago, and I wouldn't be where I am today..." Qin Wu Yan Ning looked at Zhuang Xiaoyu, and changed the subject, "I just don't want to leave you, I'm afraid that you will suffer and suffer all by yourself in this world, that you will be bullied, and that you will be framed by others.

I didn't have any nostalgia for this world, if it wasn't because you were always by my side, I would have left this world and left alone..."

Zhuang Xiaoyu: "..."

Zhuang Xiaoyu burst into tears.

The man leaned closer, gently wiped away her tears with his fingertips, and coaxed her softly: "Don't cry, shouldn't you be happy, why are you crying?"

Hearing this, Zhuang Xiaoyu burst into tears like a bank bursting, and her heart became more and more like a knife, and the pain became even worse.

She patted Qin Wuyan's fingers away, wiped her tears with her cuff, raised her hand to cover her mouth and nose, and sobbed softly: "Qin Wuyan, I hate you, if only I hadn't met you back then.

If I had known that today would happen, I would have killed you with my own hands..."

Qin Wuyan's eyes were moist, and the tails of his eyes were reddish, "I'm sorry to make you sad, but it's not too late..."

Under Zhuang Xiaoyu's shocked eyes, Qin Wuyan poured the poisoned wine from the wine cup into his mouth.

Zhuang Xiaoyu: "..."

Almost instinctively, Zhuang Xiaoyu rushed forward and slapped the wine glass off Qin Wuyan's hand. The wine spilled all over the floor, but Qin Wuyan still drank half of the glass.