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Ning Huan pursed her lips and her voice regained its calmness. "I hate you."

These words were like a dull knife that stabbed into Han Mo Bei's heart. He didn't feel a heart-piercing pain for an instant, but rather a fine, tight pain that spread throughout his entire body. He was like a suicidal patient who was struggling in death. He could not see the hope, and he could not see the future. The pain was so intense that he became numb.

After a long while, Han Mo Bei suppressed the raging anger in his heart and turned around to leave his bedroom.

"All of you, listen up. The young mistress is pregnant. All of you, watch carefully. If anything happens to the child in her womb, I don't mind letting you see my methods."

When Ning Huan heard Han Mo Bei's words from her bedroom, not a single ripple could be seen on her calm face. However, her heart sank. It sunk into the bottomless abyss, filled with ice.

"..."

Ning Huan thought that Han Mo Bei wouldn't be coming in again, but after a while, Han Mo Bei came in with a delicate white porcelain bowl. He placed the bowl in front of Ning Huan and asked, "Do you want me to feed you?"

Ning Huan stared at the bowl of black medicinal juice. The smell of the Body Nourishing Medicinal Solution entered her nose. She was provoked. She stretched out her hand to pick up the porcelain bowl and scattered the black juice on the bed.

The fire that Han Mo Bei had struggled to suppress surged forth. He stretched out his hand to pinch Ning Huan's neck. His strength was frightening, as if he couldn't wait to strangle her to death.

Ning Huan did not resist. Her eyes were bloodshot as she looked at Han Mo Bei, her gaze filled with hatred.

Han Mo Bei said, "I know you hate me, but I also hate myself. I hate myself! Why the f * ck do I still have to love you so much!"

Han Mo Bei tightened his grip on his hand. "Perhaps I'll be free once I lose you, Ning Huan, in this world."

The intense feeling of suffocation caused Ning Huan's head to grow dizzy and her spirit to dissipate a little. However, she stubbornly refused to beg for mercy. Perhaps Han Mo Bei was right. This was their best ending. She slowly closed her eyes.

In the end, Han Mo Bei released his hold on Ning Huan's hand and dropped it. He still couldn't bring himself to do it. In the end, he couldn't bear to part with it. How could he bear to part with someone he had loved for half his life?

Ning Huan was released from the feeling of suffocation. She coughed violently, her chest heaving up and down. Her snow-white neck turned red, making her look extremely frightening.

She gasped for breath, and huge tears fell on the quilt, smudging on the ornate embroidery.

Han Mo Bei pulled Ning Huan up and carried her on his shoulder. He left the master bedroom and kicked the secondary bedroom next door. He tossed her onto the clean bed. Although the strength was great, the blanket was very soft so Ning Huan didn't feel any pain.

Han Mo Bei instructed the bodyguard outside the door, "Call someone to clean up the room next door, then get someone to fry a new bowl of medicine!"

Han Mo Bei turned to Ning Huan and said, "You don't have to drink it. If you don't, I can guarantee that Windsor won't live past tonight."

Ning Huan's eyes widened as she looked at Han Mo Bei, "You're really despicable!"

Han Mo Bei said, "Despicable? In my eyes, it's fine as long as I can achieve my goal. As I said, I have a thousand ways to have this child. If you really want to try, I can accompany you in doing so. "

Ning Huan kept quiet and did not speak. Han Mo Bei knew that Ning Huan had compromised and left the room.

The door made a loud bang, and the entire room fell into silence …