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Chapter 348: Chapter 348: This pest in your stomach deserves to die! _1

Liu Qingyin’s immediate reaction was to stand in front of Su Hongxing. Seeing Ye Qilan’s gloomy face as he approached step by step, even the usually courageous Liu Qingyin felt a twinge of fear.

Ye Qilan walked slowly, not looking at Liu Qingyin, but said, “Liu Qingyin, this is a matter between Su Hongxing and me. Please leave.”

Liu Qingyin didn’t move, still standing in front of Su Hongxing.

Seeing this, Su Hongxing softly said, “Qingyin, please go.”

Indeed, this was her personal conflict with Ye Qilan. Liu Qingyin had helped her enough already. From now on, she had to face it herself.

“Sister…” Liu Qingyin hesitated.

“I’ll be fine, don’t worry.” Su Hongxing gently squeezed Liu Qingyin’s palm.

“If anything happens, call me loudly.” Having said that, Liu Qingyin finally left, looking back every few steps.

After Liu Qingyin left, the room was deadly silent.

Neither Su Hongxing nor Ye Qilan spoke.

Time tick-tocked away, and like this, an hour passed.

In the end, Su Hongxing didn’t have the same patience as Ye Qilan, and she broke the silence, “If you have nothing to say, I’m going to sleep.”

Ye Qilan held two pregnancy tests in his hand. He threw them on Su Hongxing’s face, “After all that’s happened, do you have no words for me?”

“It’s just as you see. Beichuan and I have set the wedding date. He’s helped me, so I’ve devoted myself to him, carrying his child. This is between the two of us and has nothing to do with you——”

Before Su Hongxing could finish speaking, Ye Qilan grabbed her chin.

She tried desperately to free herself from his grip, but he held her tightly.

“Has anyone ever told you that your mouth is absolutely infuriating?!” Ye Qilan’s eyes were dark as ink, and the words he spat out were as cold as ice.

Su Hongxing grabbed Ye Qilan’s wrist, pushing his hand away from her chin.

She looked back at him calmly, “Ye Qilan, don’t you think this is fate? You hate me, and I hate you. You’d rather I be as far away from you as possible, and now I’m pregnant with Beichuan’s child. Maybe even the heavens are helping you get rid of me. You should be happy!”

This was why she dared to take the risk.

Because she knew — Ye Qilan, on one hand, wanted to stay away from her, and on the other hand, struggled to resist getting close to her. The first was out of rationality, and the latter was probably because their bodies recognized each other from their past-life bond, which made him uncontrollably drawn to her.

And now, it was time for his rationality to overcome his emotions.

“Fate? Don’t give me that crap! Liu Qingyin has a point, ‘If I can’t have it, I’d rather destroy it!'” He ran a hand over Su Hongxing’s belly, “This creature inside you should be killed!”

If her belly was gone, how would she live with Beichuan?

Why should he lose the Ye Family and his marriage because of her, while she could still be lovey-dovey with her secret lover?

“You dare?!” Su Hongxing forcefully knocked away Ye Qilan’s hand and stepped back.

Ye Qilan closed in on Su Hongxing, “Perhaps I could even perform the operation myself to cut out the fetus inside you!”

“If you dare to harm my child, I will fight you!”

How could this be? Wasn’t Ye Qilan supposed to despise her and set her free?

Ye Qilan looked at Su Hongxing with enigmatic eyes, “Is this ‘bastard’ so important to you?”

He still held onto a sliver of hope, hoping that the child she was carrying was his.

But if the child was his, she probably wouldn’t want to keep it, especially considering how much she hated him.

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