A Long Way to Marriage: Ruan Shao's Replacement New Wife

At this time, there was a sudden noise at the door, and then the door was opened.

West Elm, who was supposed to be sleeping in Jessia's apartment, appeared here for some reason, with a pale face, and walked in with a blank expression.

"Ruan Peichen, is this the reason why you don't want to see me? You still think that I betrayed you, and that this child belongs to Nei Xiuer?"

West Elm's tone was very flat, calm to lifeless.

"West, West Elm, why are you here?"

Jessia was confused, and patted herself on the head hard, not knowing whether to take West Elm away or scold Ruan Peichen at this time.

Ruan Peichen's words just now were all about stabbing West Elm's heart with a knife. With West Elm's current mental and physical conditions, how could she hold on?
West Elm stood by the door, not approaching, looking at Ruan Peichen with a pair of foggy eyes, staring quietly at his answer.

Ruan Peichen slowly clenched his fists, his Adam's apple rolled, and then avoided West Elm's sight, and said, "Go, I don't want to see you."

West Elm suddenly smiled and said, "Okay, I'll go. Since you don't want to see me, let's get a divorce."

"This child, since you doubt it, then don't let it go."

"Anyway, you never believed me, and you never loved me... It's all because I was too stupid and I created the bitter fruit for myself."

As West Elm spoke, hot tears rolled down his eyes.

She hammered her head and took a few deep breaths, then walked up to Ruan Peichen.

Ruan Peichen's face was slightly stiff, he didn't know why Xiyu came over again, he said with a cold face: "I don't want to see..."

West Elm interrupted him coldly, and then said: "Ruan Peichen, I just want to know if you will regret it one day, for me."

Ruan Peichen frowned, looked up at Xiyu, and said annoyedly, "What are you talking about? Butler Zhou, come in!"

West Elm blinked, and suddenly stretched out his hand to grab Ruan Peichen's wrist, and in Ruan Peichen's astonishment, he put his hand on his stomach.

"This is our second child. Although it was an accident, I actually like its existence. But remember, you killed this child with your own hands."

After Xielm finished speaking, he smiled at Ruan Peichen with red eyes, then turned his head and rushed to the desk in the bedroom.

This desk was specially customized for the convenience of Ruan Peichen's work. There were several nights in West Elm, looking at Ruan Peichen working on this desk, he would feel in a daze of happiness.

But this marriage is full of deceit, betrayal, and calculation. How can there be happiness?

The moment his stomach hit the corner of the table, West Elm groaned in pain, then knelt down by the table, clutching his stomach, with cold sweat streaming from his forehead.

"Nie Xiyu, you are crazy!"

"West Elm!"

Neither Ruan Peichen nor Jessia thought that West Elm would make such a crazy move, and they were so shocked that they forgot what to do.

Ruan Peichen lifted the quilt and got out of bed, but his legs couldn't stand up immediately, and he fell directly to the ground, so he had to crawl towards West Elm with his hands.

After Jessia came to her senses, she yelled and ran over in a panic, holding West Elm.

"Come on, come on, call an ambulance, no, no, go straight to the hospital!"

The people outside the door heard the movement, ran in one after another, and then saw a pool of blood on Xielm's body, and Xielm was hugged by Jessia, his face was as pale as paper, and he seemed to have passed out.

Ruan Peichen had already crawled to the side of West Elm. Looking at the blood on the ground, he stretched out his hand tremblingly to touch West Elm, but Jessia pushed it away.

"Ruan Peichen, you bastard!"