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However, Lu Yicheng did not care about her sincere attitude and even ridiculed her, "We are about to get a divorce, yet you want the whole world to know that we are married? "Ren Weiyan, looks like you really want to have the title of Madam Lu."

She ignored his sarcasm. "Do you agree?"

Seeing her serious expression, Lu Yicheng didn't seem to be joking. His eyes changed as if he was thinking about something. In the end, he nodded with an ambiguous smile.

"Alright, I agree."

Ren Weiyan, I hope you don't regret this.

Seeing him agree, Weiyan heaved a sigh of relief in her heart. "Alright, I'll be going then."

She wanted to turn around and leave, but Lu Yicheng suddenly reached out his hand to grab her clothes. Weiyan, whose neck was strangled, stopped and turned to look at him. "What are you doing?"

He laughed sinisterly: "You, you will stay here from now on.

No matter how surprised Weiyan was by his change of attitude, he simply lifted her up the stairs.

Surprised, she tried to push him away. "What are you doing! "Lu Yicheng!"

He ignored her, directly bringing her into the bedroom. Weiyan's frightened expression angered him, and he held her close to the bathroom door. "I let you shower, but you don't smell the alcohol on your body."

Then he pushed her into the bathroom and slammed the door.

With a disdainful gaze, he glanced at the door. This woman was truly sentimental.

When he reached the bed, his cell phone suddenly rang. He saw the number on it and immediately answered.

"Hey, Xing'er, what's up?"

It was as if she was very sad but didn't dare to cry too loudly. Lu Yicheng was flustered by her crying and immediately said: "Don't cry, did the Yu Family people bully you again?"

It was still the sound of her sobs. She squeezed out a few words in a sobbing tone: "Yu, Yu Mo, he just entered my room, he wants to …"

She started to cry again, but Lu Yicheng immediately understood what she was trying to say.

His handsome facial features immediately turned sinister. He stood up abruptly, and with bloodshot eyes, he said, "He dares!"

Rong Xing'er said fearfully, "Chen, I'm so scared."

Lu Yicheng's grip was as hard as stone, "Don't be scared, I'll come save you right now!"

Rong Xing'er immediately stopped him: "Don't, Chen, don't, I don't want to hurt you, it's my own fate, marrying into Yu Family is my fate, you don't have to worry about me, wuwuwu …"

Lu Yicheng's heart immediately softened. He felt guilty and sorry for her, "This is not your fault! It was all done by Ren Li! "

When he thought of Ren Weiyan, he cast a cold glance at the door of the bathroom.

Rong Xing'er cried for a while longer before she hung up reluctantly, as if she had cried enough.

However, Lu Yicheng's tears had already turned into a mess as his anger towards Weiyan rose up once again. It was all because of her wanting to marry him. If it wasn't for that old man, how could he have arranged for Xing'er, who had fallen from grace, to marry Yu Lin?

And now, he was actually being bullied by Yu Lin's younger brother.

It was all because of her!

Weiyan had just finished showering in the bathroom. Since she had no clothes on, she put on a bathrobe and was wiping her hair with her back to the door.

She didn't even dare to go out and clean up, as she was afraid that Lu Yicheng would despise her.

Suddenly, she felt a chill behind her back, and a gust of cold wind blew in. Before she could even react, she was dragged several steps by Lu Yicheng who barged in.

The bathroom was filled with mist, and the dim yellow light shone on the two of them. Her long black hair was loose, and she hesitated to tie her bathrobe tightly to reveal the large area of snow-white on her chest.

Lu Yicheng was staring at her with extreme hatred. Ren Li felt scared for no reason. She took two steps back and wrapped her bathrobe tightly around her, "What are you trying to do?"

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