C7 Suicide!

"Impossible!" Murong Yu cast aside her icy hand without a trace of feeling. He glared at the woman's face, eerily calm, and his anger deepened. "If you've got nothing else, I'm leaving. Nuan is waiting for me!"

"But I'm waiting for you too. And I am your wife, right?"

Ye Suhee lifted her cool face, eager to have a serious conversation with Murong Yu. Why was he still preoccupied with Ye Sunuan?

"How many times do I have to tell you? You are not my wife, and you never will be!"

"We're legally married. We have a marriage certificate!"

With that, Ye Suhee bowed her head and held the marriage certificate in her hands. Opening it, she saw a stone-cold face beside her own beaming one.

"Enough!" Snatching the marriage certificate away, Murong Yu's tolerance for Ye Suhee had hit rock bottom. "I'm warning you, stop doing things that irritate me."

"When you walked away, I chose silence over begging you to stay.

Is it you who doesn't take love seriously, or am I just not gifted enough—"

The familiar ringtone interrupted the moment. Ye Suhee shot Murong Yu a glance and commanded, "Don't pick up."

She knew without guessing who was on the other end; Ye Sunuan was probably frantic by now.

She remembered the song well; it was Murong Yu's favorite, his ringtone. She had secretly learned it after a long time, only to find out later that it was Ye Sunuan's favorite song.

And now, she despised it.

"Hello?"

Why would Murong Yu pay any heed to Ye Suhee? Her words meant nothing to him at this point.

"What did you say? Nuan has attempted suicide?"

He tossed the phone aside and bolted for the door. Ye Suhee clutched at his hand, begging, "Don't go, I have something very important to tell you!"

"Ye Suhee, did you not hear me? I said Nuan has attempted suicide! And you still want me to stay? What kind of heart do you have?"

Murong Yu's face twisted with loathing. He had never encountered such a heartless woman before. Ye Suhee was the first, and he had shared a bed with such a malicious person for three years. The thought alone made him sick.

"My heart is made of flesh, but you've turned it into iron." Ye Suhee couldn't hold back her tears any longer. She wanted to tell him she was pregnant, yet the hatred in his eyes made the words impossible to utter.

"Ye Suhee, I don't have time for your nonsense right now!"

He got into the car, intending to shut her out. Defiantly, she stepped into the back seat.

"Take me with you."

She was curious to see whether Ye Sunuan was truly dead.

"Do you actually have a conscience?"

"Don't get it wrong. I just want to make sure she's completely gone!"

No sooner had she spoken than the car was racing away. Murong Yu drove recklessly fast, making her feel extremely uncomfortable. Each time she tried to speak, nausea churned in her chest.

It was utterly revolting.

"Could you please slow down?"

Her plea was gentle, but he seemed deaf to it, barreling through red lights with no regard for their safety.

In that moment, it seemed only Ye Sunuan mattered to him.

"Ugh!"

Nausea overwhelmed her, and the car was quickly engulfed in an unpleasant odor. Murong Yu's face twisted in disgust.

Before Ye Suhee could even apologize, the car screeched to a halt at the roadside.

"Get out!"

"It wasn't intentional—"

"Get out now!"

Murong Yu left no room for Ye Suhee to explain. His obsession with cleanliness was severe, and his patience with her had worn thin.

Frozen in her seat, Ye Suhee wondered how she was supposed to leave the car in such a place.