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He hates her

She was pregnant.

Lin Xiahua clutched her lower abdomen as her fingers trembled.

She did not even hear the doctor's congratulation: three years of cold violence, three years of cold violence, had become the dawn of her night just as she was disheartened.

If he had this child, would he be a little better to himself?

Lin Xiahua sat in the car back home and closed his tired eyes.

She soon arrived home, opened the door, and, calling her husband's name, changed her shoes. The air froze, no one replied her. Lin Xiahua laughed bitterly, the sadness in his eyes could not be let go no matter what.

Stepping onto the stairs, Lin Xiahua approached the door of the room. At this time, he suddenly heard some faint sounds, as if he was gasping for breath.

"Yimo, you're hurting me!"

A charming laugh suddenly resounded in her ears. Her body froze as her footsteps halted. Her expression instantly turned ugly.

The name she spoke was clearly ?

The footsteps that had stopped lifted up once again.

Lin Xiahua did not deliberately lower his footsteps. The sound of his high heels hitting the marble floor was clearly visible, mixed with the sound of breathing in the room.

The sound did not stop because of her footsteps. Instead, it became stronger.

After a while, Lin Xiahua's pale face slowly recovered and became expressionless. Only she knew that her heart was riddled with holes.

On the bed that belonged to the two of them, two people were currently fighting against each other.

The man did not take off his black shirt, but it had become messy.

On the other hand, Cheng Huan was standing on top of the tall and sturdy body of the woman. Her charming face was as beautiful as a jade, and every inch of her skin was as white as porcelain.

The diagnosis form in her hand was clenched into a ball. Her heart was full of misery and misery. She touched her flat stomach. It hadn't bulged out yet, but there was still a life being born within it.

It was the crystallization of both of them ?

When the woman on the bed who was fighting with the man heard the sound, her charming face raised into a strange yet sinister smile.

She patted the man on her body, curled up into a ball, and pulled up the blanket to cover him in fear.

"Yimo, she's back." She cowered behind the man.

The man originally galloping on top of her narrowed his black eyes when he heard her words. The corner of his mouth curved into a strange yet profound smile.

Xu Yimo slowly stood up and turned around. The moment he saw Lin Xiahua, the smile on his face became more profound, but the smile was mixed with an endless chill.

The shirt in front of him was already half open, revealing his strong chest.

As he tidied up his messy shirt, he asked nonchalantly, "What's the matter?"

The moment he turned around, Lin Xiahua's eyes focused on that light red area on his chest. Her face once again became deathly pale and she felt so much pain in her heart that she was suffocating.

She took a deep breath, endured the pain in her heart and coldly said to An Qi, "I'll give you a minute.

An Qi sneaked a glance at Xu Yimo, and seeing that his expression was still cold, he pouted, feeling wronged: "Yimo tore my clothes, I don't have anything to change."

The meaning behind his words was that Lin Xiahua wanted to force him to leave.

"Alright, you don't have to go. I'll go." Lin Xiahua sneered and looked at the man beside her deeply. The pain was even more obvious, she had already kept the diagnosis certificate, she definitely could not let Xu Yimo find out that she was pregnant right now!

A hint of disgust swept across Xu Yimo's face.

With a charming curve, he buttoned his shirt and strode to the sofa. He sat down on the sofa and held his hands together. His two legs were elegantly folded together, and his posture was indescribably bewitching.

However, he raised his eyebrows and ridiculed, "Just now, it was just a small gift that I prepared for you and your father-in-law. Are you and your father-in-law satisfied?"

His eyes were sinister and malicious, firmly locking onto the figure's back with an indescribable sense of ridicule.

Hearing this, Lin Xiahua immediately took in a breath of cold air, and fiercely turned around. He could not believe that these words came from this man's mouth.

"Xu Yimo, what do you mean!" Even if she had feelings for the man in front of her, she would not let him insult her father.

"My meaning is clear." Xu Yimo's voice was ice-cold. He loathed her to the point where he disdained looking at her.

"Xu Yimo, no matter how much you hate me, you should not hold grudges against my father." A trace of regret appeared in Lin Xiahua's eyes. Could she have been wrong from the start? She shouldn't have fallen in love with this man that didn't belong to her, and shouldn't have been moved by him either!

"Did my dad do anything to let you down? You feel my conscience, whether or not he treats you as his own son, Xu Yimo how can you be so ungrateful! "

"Ungrateful?" He ruthlessly sneered, and a sharp light shot straight at Lin Xiahua.

"In order to marry you into the Xu Family, he has indeed helped me quite a bit!"

Lin Xiahua's face immediately turned white, this was a thorn in his side.

Perhaps, he would never be able to undo it in this lifetime.

Her eyes drooped. Three seconds later, she saw a pair of black Italian custom-made leather shoes, and above them, long and straight enough to make any woman envious.

Lin Xiahua heard him say, "Since you care about me so much, you probably won't mind serving me together with An Qi, right, my wife!"

He emphasized the word wife.

"Yimo" An Qi was jealous in her heart, but she looked bashful on the outside.

Lin Xiahua's heart fiercely shrank as she suddenly raised her head and looked at his pitch-black eyes. There was a hint of contempt and disdain that she was the most familiar with, and only after a long while did she lightly smile at him, "No, as a wife, it's better not to disturb my husband's mood."

"Is that so? Do you really think so? " The corners of his mouth curled up, cold and sarcastic.

That beautiful face was like a sculpture of a deity, perfect and flawless.

Lin Xiahua watched on dumbfoundedly for a few seconds, to the point where the man didn't even know what other movements he made until his ice-cold hands unruly slid into her clothes.

Lin Xiahua immediately grabbed his hand, and asked shamefully: What are you doing?

"We're husband and wife, what do you think I'm going to do?" He said lightly.

She fought back, and when the man's body was pushed out of the way, she ran.

The man behind her suddenly smiled sinisterly.

Lin Xiahua rushed to the door and was about to go down the stairs when she was pushed down by a powerful force from behind.

Lin Xiahua suddenly raised his head, wanting to see clearly who pushed her down the stairs. Looking up, he realized it was her husband's lover.

Xu Yimo also seemed to have noticed her gaze, as he glanced down at her indifferently. His sharp and profound face had an indifferent expression, as though the person lying down at the foot of the stairs was an unremarkable person.

An Qi said weakly from the side, "Sister Lin, how could you be so careless? Furthermore, Yimo is your husband, how could you resist? Could it be that you dislike Yimo? "

They were so high up that Lin Xiahua wanted to prop himself up and examine their stomachs but he suddenly bumped into a pair of ridiculing eyes from the corner of his eye.

The corner of Xu Yimo's lips raised, his deep face hid a dense disgust as well as a meaningful smile.

A heart-wrenching pain came from her four limbs. Lin Xiahua's pupils constricted as she suddenly understood.

All of this, was something that Xu Yimo had designed himself!