Love in the morning and love in the evening: Master Si loves his wife 1314

"That's not it!" An Ran shook her head angrily.

That day she turned around and wanted to leave, but she didn't know that Chu Jiyuan rushed up drunk, tore up her clothes and dragged her on the bed in a frenzy, and then the reporter broke in...

Everything was premeditated, but Si Muheng didn't believe her explanation, and even doubted the child in her belly.

"So far, I don't want to hear your sophistry." Si Muheng's face was sullen, and his stern tone calmed down strangely.

Then he took out a folded piece of printing paper from his pocket, shook it between his fingers, and handed it to An Ran.

There was a touch of surprise in his eyes, An Ran took it in astonishment, and before he opened it, he heard Si Muheng's sarcasm.

It's full of schadenfreude, wishing to kick her into hell.

"Your retribution is coming, get out!"

A sneer appeared on Si Muheng's gloomy face, and he pushed An Ran out of the ward without mercy.

An Ran staggered against the wall and was almost pushed to the ground. Seeing him closing the door of the ward expressionlessly, her heart ached more than having a piece of flesh gouged out.

Si Muheng is by no means a heartless person, but his misunderstanding and hatred made her feel uncomfortable and unwilling.

The car accident seemed to start a chain reaction. Si Weihan fell into a coma. She was accused of having an affair with the young master of the Chu family, and then An's Group fell into a tax scandal without warning.

Bad luck came one after another, and An Ran seemed to fall from the clouds to the ground. She had just seen Si Muheng's ruthlessness in refusing to help, when she witnessed An's bankruptcy and her parents died.

Destiny is really strange.

An Ran pursed her lips and smiled wryly. On the way back to the emergency room, she opened the printing paper Si Muheng gave her just now.

"Subpoena from Rongcheng Intermediate People's Court!"

The elevator door opened and closed slowly in front of An Ran, she stared blankly at the black and white words, and was stunned for a long time.

Either pay off the huge debts of An's Group, or wait for the court to sentence her to prison for several years.

"What will I pay the debt with?"

An Ran wanted to cry but her mind went blank. It turned out that this was the retribution Si Muheng was talking about.

……

two months later.

The first ray of sunlight in the early morning shone through the narrow bars, and An Ran struggled to open her eyes. The large bruises on the corners of her mouth stood out against the pale skin.

Life in the detention center was difficult. She didn't know the rules and was bullied, and the prison bully enforced the "family" law the first night she came in.

After more than 20 days, An Ran received special care. Every day, old wounds were not healed and new wounds were added. In just a few days, her face was sallow and emaciated.

It was said that this was an order from the Si family, but she didn't know if it was Si Muheng's intention, after all he hated her.

"An Ran, relatives are visiting!"

Besides the child and Si Muheng who was indifferent, does she have any relatives?

Hearing the rough shout, An Ran got up from the hard iron bed, endured the pain all over her body and went down to the ground.

Both feet were swollen badly, An Ran limped out of the cell, and as soon as she entered the visiting room, she saw a man covered in gold under the dawn light.

Si Muheng was still sitting with an elegant posture as before, and he hadn't seen him for some days, but what remained the same was his indifference and dignity.

An Ran lowered her head, not daring to look at the man sitting across the long table.

She sat down tremblingly, lowered her head, and said in a soft voice: "How is Xiao Ran recently? Is she used to drinking milk powder every day? Will she still cry at night?"

Before being detained awaiting trial, under An Ran's repeated begging, Si Muheng agreed to take care of Si Ran.

In fact, besides thinking about the child, she also missed him.

An Ran couldn't say it, she was afraid of seeing Si Muheng scoffing, afraid that she would no longer be worthy of this noble and extraordinary man who called the wind and rain.

An's collapsed, she was still the young mistress of the Si family, but now she is just a prisoner in jail.

"You can just make up for your sins with peace of mind." Si Muheng's eyes were cold, and his dull face seemed to be empty in front of him.

There was no emotion in the cold tone, and even the hatred for An Ran in the past could not be heard.

"Mu Heng, what do you mean..." An Ran's eyes were slightly dazed, and she slowly raised her head, forgetting to cover the bruises on her face.

After being locked up for so many days, she knew that Si Muheng would come to visit her one day.

The prison was dark, and An Ran had hope in her heart. She was still breastfeeding, and as long as the court sentenced her, she could apply for execution outside the prison.

Si Muheng's eyes stayed on the corner of her lips for half a second, and there was a slight ripple.

Then his thin lips moved, as if he was the judge of her fate, "There is news from the court, you have at least five years to lay the groundwork."

In an instant, An Ran's yellowed cheeks paled. She stared at Si Muheng in disbelief, her brows furrowed.

"No, Xiaoran is only a few months old, he is so young!"

Thinking of Si Ran suffering with her in the rented house since birth, An Ran panicked. She didn't want to go to jail, and she didn't want her child to grow up in an environment without maternal love.

An Ran was a little dazed, trying to squeeze out a smile, staring at the handsome and cold face across the table, "Mu Heng, help me, the judge understands my situation, Xiao Ran was born less than six months old, and he needs to be breastfed by his mother ..."