Mr. Qin’s divorced ex-wife

Song Yuan's eyes suddenly widened: "What did you say?!"

Yan Jiao looked cold and twisted, and shouted at her: "I said you only love yourself!"

With a "pop" sound, the clear slap echoed throughout the hall. Yan Jiao's face swelled up almost instantly, and blood oozed from the corners of her mouth, which showed how much effort Song Yuan had used.

Song Yuan was so angry that her whole body was shaking, her palms were numb with pain, but she couldn't resist the pain in her heart.

"I only love myself?" She repeated what Yan Jiao just said, with scarlet eyes: "Yan Jiao, how could you say such a thing!"

She glared at Yan Jiao fiercely, as if she wanted to bite her to death: "I, Song Yuan, have been sorry to many people in my life and have done many things wrong. But you are the only one for whom I feel no regrets! I risk everything for you and love you with all my heart." For most of your life, you ended up raising a white-eyed wolf?"

"Ha!" She laughed out loud, but her eyes filled with tears: "It is indeed retribution!"

She lived a selfish life. As long as she lived a good life, she could use anyone and discard anyone. Only when she was middle-aged did she realize that she had been fighting for her whole life, but in the end she seemed to have gotten nothing.

She pinned all her hopes on her. If she was not living well, she hoped that her only daughter could live well, as if this was the only way to prove that she was right and that she had no regrets.

But it wasn't until today that she discovered that the daughter she held in her hands with all her love and adoration actually hated her!

She hates her!

How ridiculous!

She never did anything for others in her life, only for herself. The only time she acted for others, she actually got such a result.

Maybe she was wrong from the beginning and she shouldn't care about her!

How she lives has nothing to do with her!

Song Yuan smiled and slowly stopped. She took a deep breath, turned around and sat on the sofa.

She looked at her with a cold face: "Of course you don't want to leave, and I won't force you. I didn't know you had such a big resentment against me. Come on, tell me how much dissatisfaction you have with me. Tell me. .”

"Anyway, there's nothing in me that you can take advantage of, and there's no need for you to deal with me anymore, so why not just say it openly."

Yan Jiao blinked her eyes, and the severe pain coming from her cheek made her really feel the power of this slap.

Song Yuan always loved her. Even when she caught her fooling around with Bieber and slapped her, she held back her strength. She could feel the pain, but it wasn't that painful.

At least it doesn't hurt like today.

She lowered her head, bloodshot eyes oozing from the corners of her lips. She gently raised her hand, lightly rubbed her fingertips against the corners of her mouth, and then stared blankly at the blood on her fingertips.

After a moment, she spoke softly: "I'm bleeding."

Song Yuan's right hand trembled and she almost couldn't help hiding her right hand, but she held it back and sat motionless on the sofa with a cold face, as if this was the only way to prove that she actually didn't care that much.

Yan Jiao slowly raised her head, her eye circles were slightly red and moist, and her eyes were full of grievance, like a child who had suffered a huge grievance.

"Mommy," she said softly, "I'm bleeding. It hurts so much."

Song Yuan felt a pain in her heart, and the pain almost made her breathless.

This was the child she held in her hands and cared for until she grew up. She once thought that her child was delicate, weak, sensible and cute, and the most perfect child in the world.

But it wasn't until today that she discovered that everything was fake.

This is an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf.

But now this white-eyed wolf has to talk to her with a pitiful expression.

What's so pitiful about her?

She has made her a joke!

Song Yuan looked at her coldly: "Haven't you pretended enough?"

Seemingly seeing that she was no longer fooled, Yan Jiao smiled boringly and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. She came to Song Yuan and looked at her condescendingly.

"Mommy," her voice was still very gentle, her lips curled up and she smiled, like an ignorant child: "Do you think you are the best in the world to me and would do anything for me, but in the end I still... I hate you, I’m very ignorant, right?”

Song Yuan said nothing and looked at her coldly.

Yan Jiao covered her lips and giggled, tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

Song Yuan frowned: "What exactly do you want to say?"

"Mommy," she sighed softly, with a smile on her pretty face: "You don't think that I really don't know anything about what you do, do you? Including...my biological father."

Song Yuan's pupils shrank suddenly, her heart tightened, and she looked at her silently.

"Oh," she frowned in distress, and said helplessly: "Actually, I would rather not know about this, but you are too careless. The president's father is still lying alive in the hospital, so you can take him with you I was waiting for that man to go home and love her without closing the door. I was still a child at the time, so I saw all the things I shouldn’t have seen. I was so sad and collapsed at the time.”

Song Yuan's eyes widened: "Were you the person at the door at that time?!"

After she married Yan Haosen, Yan Haosen avoided her. Even if she took the initiative, he would not touch her.

She even suspected that without Yan Zhenyao, he might not even return to that home.

No, if it weren't for Yan Zhenyao, he wouldn't have married her at all, and would even kill her unknowingly.

Because it was she who plotted against him, which was a great shame and humiliation for the arrogant President.

So even though he finally married her because of Yan Zhenyao, he still didn't touch her, treating her like a decoration and not even willing to sleep with her.

Who would have thought that a dignified lady of a country could actually be a poor widowed woman.

Ridiculous!

Yan Haosen's cold treatment made her feel empty and lonely, and her heart was so empty that it made her panic.

Then at this time, Wen Zongguo appeared.

When he was young, Wen Zongguo was also a personable nobleman, with a gentle and handsome appearance, and a smiling face that countless women rushed to please.

He was romantic and interesting, and knew how to please her, and she quickly fell in love with him.

But she couldn't let go of her reputation as the wife of a country, so she never dared to step out of the way, until one day Yan Zhenyao rejected her again and devalued her as worthless. She slammed the door and went to the bar.

In the bar, she met him again, and his gentle care made her unable to hold herself back any longer.

After that night, neither of them took any measures. She didn't know if she would become pregnant, but in order to eliminate all hidden dangers, she made a decision.

On the second night, she coaxed Yan Zhenyao into drugging Yan Haosen, which made Yan Haosen so horny that he couldn't help but touch her again.

Although Yan Haosen woke up afterwards so furious that she wanted to strangle him to death, she didn't care anymore.

Regardless of whether her mistake will lead to her pregnancy, she can keep the secret by pretending to be real!