C21 To be Buried with Our Children

His sharp eyes fell on her painful face, and he said fiercely: "Since you care so much about your family, good! Then let Ling Yiyue die with our children. " After she finished speaking, she suddenly let go of Ling Muxue.

Ling Muxue's body went weak and she fell to the ground, her face pale. Xiao Qinghan kicked away the stool, and with a loud bang, the stool shattered into pieces. Xiao Qinghan left the side hall with towering anger.

Ling Muxue pushed herself up with both hands and chased after him. She could not let him hurt Ling Yiyue, absolutely not.

With a bang, the door to the study room on the second floor was kicked open by Xiao Qinghan. He took a long step forward, walked to the study table, and picked up his phone.

"Qin Feng! Tell the hospital to stop immediately!"

When Ling Muxue, who was following closely behind him, heard his cold and heartless words, her mind instantly went blank. She did not know where the strength came from, so she suddenly rushed forward, grabbed his arm, and shouted in panic, "Don't! No! Xiao Qinghan, I beg you, please let Yiyue go. I beg you, Yiyue is suffering from asthma and cannot be stopped. Don't hurt her, it's all my fault. I can do anything you want me to, but please don't hurt her."

Ling Muxue held him tightly by the arm and looked up at him. Her glass-like eyes were filled with fear, fear, and worry.

Xiao Qinghan looked down at her panicked expression. The tears at the corner of her eyes stung his eyes. The anger in his eyes disappeared and was replaced by a cold and bone-piercing gaze. "Ling Muxue, are you begging me?" His voice was cold and very calm.

There was no expression on his handsome face, but it was so cold that it made people shiver.

"Yes! I beg you, I beg you, don't hurt Yiyue. She is the only family member in my life, don't hurt her." Unable to control his emotions, the tears he held back finally fell.

Her words were like a needle stabbing into Xiao Qinghan's heart. The pain made his eyes tremble. He was her husband, but she had never cared about him. Even when she saw herself with another woman, she could remain indifferent.

"Ling Muxue, what the hell are you? What right do you have to beg me? I have to agree!" Her cold tone was heartless and without any desire. It carried an invisible pressure that made Ling Muxue unable to breathe.

Ling Muxue felt her strength drain because of his words. The cold hatred in his eyes seemed to be piercing her. How much did he hate her?

Sliding down along his body, she knelt beside him, her hands pinching his pant legs, "I beg you, let Yiyue go, let me go." Her voice had already become pale and powerless. She had already used all her strength to say those words.

Xiao Qinghan looked down at her with a complicated expression. She, who had always been arrogant and unyielding in front of him, had actually knelt down in front of him. How he had wanted to see her bow down in front of him, but now that she was kneeling down, his heart ached as if it had been pierced by a thousand arrows.

After a short silence, Ling Muxue lowered her head and said weakly, "Since you hate me so much, let's get a divorce! I won't..." Before she could finish her sentence, she felt a hand gripping her lower jaw tightly. She raised her head and looked into Xiao Qinghan's eyes that were filled with anger, as if he wanted to devour her.