Chapter 387 - Smashing Her Own Head

Chapter 387: Smashing Her Own Head

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

It was making babies yet again.

Lin Shiyu was at a loss for words, she had never thought of getting pregnant. She was only 21 years old and their relationship was so rocky, having a baby together would not be a smart move.

Slap! She hit his hands away and let out a snort . “Young Master Fu, stop dreaming! I’ll never make any babies with you.”

Fu Qinglun’s face turned gloomy. He was completely serious, he really did want to make babies with her.

At his age, he was prepared to be a father.

Giving birth to a baby boy or girl that resembled him would be something wonderful.

He did not have any big dreams. Just like an ordinary person, he wanted to have his own family — a wife who loved him very much and two kids. They would live together happily ever after. To him, this was a blissful life he yearned for.

However, she had just said so adamantly that she would never bear him a baby.

His pinned her down onto the bed and pressed his body against hers, his breath hot and heavy against her ears. “Lin Shiyu, it’s not something that’s up for discussion. I’m just letting you know what will happen. I can see what you’re doing, I can see the dissatisfaction in your eyes. When you’re with me, you’re always looking to abandon me to find a better man out there. Dream on! You were born to be my wife, and you’ll be the mother of our child!”

After finishing his tirade, he leaned over and kissed her intimately.

Lin Shiyu turned her head to avoid him, not letting him kiss her. The only thing that conjured up in her mind was the scene of him being kissing Lu Qi’er that day.

Her body stiffened and a blankness froze on her face. She despised being so close to him and being in bed with him made her want to throw up.

She could not tolerate it any further.

She wouldn’t.

Stretching her hands out, she pushed him away forcefully. “Young Master Fu, I’ll repeat for the last time. Don’t touch me! Let go of me!”

Having been triggered by her, Fu Qinglun’s eyes turned bloodshot. This woman had always been so unruly that his blood boiled. He wanted to play with her till the very end so that she would submit to him.

He kneeled by her side and stretched out his hands to lift up her skirt.

Fu Qinglun’s pupils widened in shock and his breathing seemed to have stopped momentarily. She did not smash the vase on him but against her head instead!

Seeing that the vase was about to thoroughly smash through her head, he leaned over without hesitation. He wrapped his powerful arm around her head and protected her from her onslaught.

Crash! The vase smashed onto Fu Qinglun’s head and broke into pieces.

Lin Shiyu felt some warm liquid dripping onto her dress. She looked up, only to see blood dripping down from his head.

He... He had actually protected her.

Lin Shiyu felt a sudden pain in her heart, as if needles were piercing straight through. She couldn’t breath and her breath hitched. It hurt. The pain was so abrupt and strong.

Fu Qinglun had no expression as the blood dropped down profusely. He got up and carried the woman onto the sofa.

Holding the trash can, he started picking up the broken vase pieces.

Lin Shiyu glanced at him, the wall lamp had already been turned on. Under the dim light, she could see him bending down and cleaning up the mess while his feet were bare.

As he was in a panic, he did not even bother taking out his shirt. However, he was so disheveled that even his trouser pockets came out.

She looked at his right hand, there was a long bloody gash.

How did his hand get injured?

Lin Shiyu gradually closed her eyes.

After clearing up the mess, Fu Qinglun entered the bathroom. He took a wet towel, wiped the blood off his face and brought a pail of warm water out.

Sitting by the sofa, he dampened the towel before wiping her body gently.

“You really don’t want to have sex with me?” he muttered.

Lin Shiyu closed her eyes and did not ask about his injury. Instead, she lifted her red lips tiredly and said, “Fu Qinglun, let’s divorce.”

Yet again, she brought up the issue of divorcing. Was that the only thing she was willing to say to him?

Fu Qinglun laughed in a self-deprecating manner and brought the pail of warm water into the bathroom.

When he came out, he went straight to the balcony, letting the cold wind rush against his white shirt. His shoulder was stained with large patches of blood. He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lit the cigarette.

With his hand shoved into his pocket, he observed the surroundings in the darkness, his narrow eyes turning gloomy. After a long time, he muttered to himself as if he were taking an oath, “Lin Shiyu, I’ll never divorce you. As long as I’m alive, I will never, ever divorce you.”