C2 Abandoning the Child I'll Believe You

Faang Xiaoran had loved this man for ten years. She knew him better than anyone else.

She would never narcissistically think that he appeared outside the operating theater to specially care for her.

However, when she thought of the child in her womb, Faang Xiaoran suddenly had a trace of courage. She quickened her steps and rushed forward to grab Shen Zichuan's arm and asked expectantly, "Zichuan, do you know?"

Knowing that she was pregnant, the flat belly was giving birth to their shared treasure.

"Do you know that you are pregnant with the bastard child of another man?"

Shen Zichuan's voice was cold and without any warmth.

Immediately after, his big palm firmly grabbed Faang Xiaoran's soft arm like an iron clamp and suddenly exerted force.

Faang Xiaoran was caught off guard. The part of her arm that was grabbed was painful. The pain caused her face to instantly turn as pale as a sheet of paper. She inhaled a breath of cold air.

But the pain in her body was far from the pain that Shen Zichuan's cold words brought to the bottom of her heart.

Faang Xiaoran stumbled and steadied her body. Her hands that were pressed against the sides of her body clenched their fists. She stubbornly looked at the cold man. Her eyes were filled with sadness. "Zichuan, we have been married for four years. You do not love me. You ignored me and coldly raped me. I endured all of this. Who asked me to fall in love with you?

But how can you slander our child as a bastard? Explain to me... what exactly do you mean?"

Shen Zichuan's cold lips curled slightly, and a mocking smile appeared on his face. He threw a copy of the paternity certificate in his hand towards Faang Xiaoran's face with all his strength, his eyes were filled with bone-piercing coldness. "The truth is right in front of me. Why are you pretending to be innocent? Faang Xiaoran, you deserve to die!"

The thin piece of paper actually cut Faang Xiaoran's forehead, and a dazzling red blood wound appeared. It could be seen how much the man hated her.

Faang Xiaoran did not care about the embarrassing look on her face as she picked up the paternity test report with trembling hands. When she saw the final conclusion, she was completely stunned.

The child was not Shen Zichuan's!

This... was too absurd!

How was this possible?

Other than Shen Zichuan, she had never had any intimate relationships with any other man. How could the child not be Shen Zichuan's?

Faang Xiaoran stared at that line of conclusion in shock. Before she recovered from her shock, she heard Shen Zichuan say ruthless words, "Pack up and immediately go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get a divorce."

The word "divorce" was like two bright daggers stabbing into Faang Xiaoran's heart. The pain in her heart could not be any worse.

"You don't believe me?"

She wanted to lie to herself. This was a joke from Shen Zichuan. However, the depths of the man's eyes were icy cold, and he had an indifferent and malicious expression. He repeatedly reminded her that he was serious, and he urgently wanted to draw a clear line with her. He absolutely wanted to divorce her, and it couldn't be delayed at all.

"Zichuan, you promised father... You clearly promised him! You promised him that you would take care of me for the rest of my life, and that you would keep my position as Mrs. Leng forever! We... won't divorce, alright?"

She trembled and buried her shoulders. Her voice was choked with sobs, so low that it was almost inaudible," Could it be that you even hate the child in my womb? Believe me, the child is yours..."

Her voice was sorrowful and hopeless.

Shen Zichuan seemed to have heard the funniest joke. He curled his lips and sneered a few times. He looked indifferently at Faang Xiaoran and coldly said," If you abort the child, I will believe you! "

"No! I don't want to abort the child, much less divorce! This certificate is definitely wrong! Zichuan, the child... is really yours. Do you believe me?"

At this moment, the man stood in front of Faang Xiaoran. His handsome face had a pair of cold and cruel eyes. There was a burning cigarette between his fingertips. In the midst of the smoke, he was looking at her coldly. His face was full of ridicule and ridicule.