After two years of marriage, the officer husband can’t stand it any longer.

"Jiajia, your brother raised his child outside?" Jiang Wanqiu was surprised by this. What did Shen Zhe mean? His biological son was actually raised outside?

Shen Jiajia nodded: "Yes, I heard that a nanny was arranged to take care of him at the Waterside Villa. My parents and grandpa scolded him."

She didn't understand why her eldest brother suddenly left the child outside. Maybe it was because he didn't like children, or maybe she felt ashamed. A village girl who didn't know anything gave birth to the Shen family's child after scheming. This behavior was really disgusting. Disgusting.

Poverty is not terrible, but the heart is terrible.

"Jiajia, doesn't your brother like children?" Jiang Wanqiu's first reaction was the same as Shen Jiajia's.

She spread her hands and said, "I don't know, maybe."

Jiang Wanqiu wanted to go to the Water Pavilion, but she couldn't go. She knew Shen Zhe's temper. If she went there today, it would only make Shen Zhe angry and make his impression of her worse.

No matter how many there are, she can't love them anyway, and all that's left is interests. If she can't have both love and interests, then she chooses the latter!

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At this moment, in the waterside pavilion, Yin Xinyue stood nervously in the corner holding her son. Three or four strangers suddenly came into the house, which frightened her.

"Miss Yin, don't be afraid, Mr. Shen arranged these." Shen Zhe's female secretary pushed the frame on the bridge of her nose and said with a smile.

Yin Xinyue was timid and shrank back subconsciously. She didn't know what Shen Zhe was going to do.

The secretary sighed softly: "These are designers who measure you."

Designer, take measurements? Measuring for what?

The secretary waved and asked people to serve her. Yin Xinyue coyly cooperated. After the work was completed, the secretary called the studio and reported Yin Xinyue's measurements and asked people to send clothes.

Yin Yitong smiled and said nothing. He and Shen Zhe were watching TV last night and saw that the skirt on the screen was very beautiful. He casually said that her mother looked beautiful in it...

Soon, several cars were parked outside, and dozens of people were carrying all kinds of clothes, at least more than a hundred sets. She saw that the wardrobe was full.

"Ms. Yin, because this room is not designed with a dressing room, if you need other accessories, they are in the next room."

She said thank you but was still confused.

After the secretary explained everything, he took the people away.

Yin Yitong jumped up and down: "Mom, did dad buy this for you?"

She nodded and shook her head: "That's right. No one except him treats mom well."

The child had a question mark: "But isn't it right for dad to be kind to mom? But are my brother's parents like this too?"

Yin Xinyue didn't answer her son's question. She and Shen Zhe only had a one-night stand. If they hadn't had children, they might not be in a relationship by now.

She played with her child for a while at noon, but the little guy was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes while playing with toys. While the child was asleep, she tidied up the house and washed and dried his clothes.

Hearing movement in the house, she ran in from the yard and saw Shen Zhe standing next to the water dispenser. There was a cup of corpse on the ground, and the air was filled with the smell of alcohol.

Yin Xinyue walked over, poured a glass of water for Shen Zhe, and asked him tentatively: "Mr. Shen, are you okay?"

"It's okay." Shen Zhe said hoarsely.

Yin Xinyue knew that something was wrong with Shen Zhe, but she didn't ask further. Seeing him like this, he must have drank a lot.

"Where's Tongtong?" He didn't see the child.

"He's asleep. Do you want to see him? I'll call him..."

"No need." Shen Zhe interrupted her: "Let him sleep."

After drinking the water, I walked to the sofa and lay down dizzy. I looked at the obedient little woman in front of me. Is she afraid? What are you afraid of? Am I some kind of monster? If I keep a straight face like this, I won’t be able to smile?

She took another glass of water and placed it on the coffee table: "Then I'll go out first. You can take a rest and call me if you need anything."

Before Yin Xinyue could get up, her wrist was suddenly pulled. She struggled to break away and felt the force on her wrist getting stronger and stronger. Not only did she fail to resist, she was also pulled to the sofa and fell on Shen Zhe.

Shen Zhe used his strength to imprison the person even tighter.

"Let me go!" Yin Xinyue put her hands on his chest and shouted.

Shen Zhe remained unmoved, with no expression on his face. Yin Xinyue pushed him, but it was still in vain. She was exhausted this time, and Yin Xinyue's head hit his shoulder. She was in pain, and her delicate brows frowned slightly. If you look closely, you can see small tears in the corners of her eyes. mole.

She was really too thin, and she looked like an obedient cat in his arms. Shen Zhe tilted his head, and his sexy Adam's apple slipped past Yin Xinyue's eyes: "Are you afraid of me?"

Yin Xinyue turned her head to the side, feeling startled. Her eyes were red. Shen Zhe's eyes were cold and cruel, and he could see through her completely.

"Why don't you say anything? Is it because no one will give you money this time?"

Yin Xinyue had tears in her eyes and looked at him in disbelief. It turned out that this was the case. In his heart, she was such an unbearable person.

She naively thought... that this man was kind-hearted.

"I'm sorry. You're right. That's the kind of person I am. I will do anything for money."

When Shen Zhe got the answer, he gradually loosened his hand: "Get out and don't obstruct my eyes."

Yin Xinyue stood up and left quickly, with tears falling down the side of her face in her red eyes. Especially after seeing Shen Zhe's disgusted eyes, her tears of dissatisfaction burst out.

She couldn't understand why someone who was gentle one moment could become unstable the next.

She sat in the yard in a daze until the sound of a car engine sounded outside, and she realized that the man had left. She slowly stood up and touched her wrist that was crushed by the shelf in the morning. She thought of his indifferent words again, and felt a wave of pain in her heart. Bitter.

Going upstairs to see if her son was awake, she opened the bedroom door, only to find her son sitting on the bed, holding his chin in his two little hands, looking at her innocently: "Mom..." He called out, obviously is already awake.

Yin Xinyue walked to the bed and sat down, took the child into her arms, and kissed his little head.

Because she had just washed clothes and was soaked in water, the marks on her wrists were very obvious. The little guy saw the wounds on her arms and asked with concern: "Mom, do you feel any pain?"

"It doesn't hurt," Yin Xinyue comforted him: "I've already applied the medicine. Look, it doesn't hurt at all." She endured the pain and turned her wrist.

Yin Yitong blew on her and said, "Tongtong, blow, mommy doesn't hurt anymore."

She touched her son's chubby face. If she had known this would happen, she should have sent the child to an orphanage for foster care from the beginning. If she visited him occasionally, it would be better than now to be called a woman who loves vanity, plans to have children, and worships money.

Aunt Zhang was chatting with her friends on the phone before. Didn't she not hear her? What could she do if she knew? What could she do? Nothing can be done, nothing can be changed.