After Jiaojiao got pregnant, her husband who died in the war came back

There were bruises on Meng Nianrui's face, spreading from the corners of her eyes to her neck, and extending to the area covered by her clothes.

Some places had turned dark purple overnight.

After seeing this, Xie Xun's pupils trembled and his steps became unsteady.

After he reacted, he asked in a trembling voice: "Who did this?"

He wanted to raise his hand to touch Meng Nianrui's face, but she turned her head away.

She could see the scratches on the side of Xie Xun's neck out of the corner of her eye. They were obviously caused by a woman's fingernails. She knew exactly how they happened without having to think.

Meng Nianrui's memory suddenly went back to the day when they first met, and she suddenly felt that her persistence had been a mistake from the very beginning.

She blinked her sore eyes and asked, "Remember when you proposed to me, you said you liked me. I want to know if that was from your heart."

Xie Xun was stunned by this. Now was not the time to talk about this. He frowned and said impatiently, "When did I say that?"

Meng Nianrui had noticed long ago that the handwriting on the letter was different from Xie Xun's, but she still deceived herself and treated the letter of marriage proposal as a treasure.

Now is the time to face reality.

She sighed slightly, her voice more indifferent than ever before: "Then why did you marry me in the first place?"

Xie Xun would not lie, nor did he feel the need to, so he said in a flat voice: "Of course it was the parents' order and the matchmaker's words."

Parents’ orders and matchmaker’s words, these few words fell on Meng Nianrui’s head like a heavy stone.

It also put an end to her wishful thinking.

Before marrying Xie Xun, Meng Nianrui liked him. He was a handsome gentleman, gentle as jade, and he immediately won her heart as a girl.

At that time, she fantasized about spending the rest of her life with him in love.

So whether Xie Yunxi or others dislike her, she doesn't care.

But now, she gave up.

Xie Xun was so confused by what happened last night that he didn't think about why Meng Nianrui asked such irrelevant questions. He said anxiously, "You haven't told me what's going on."

Meng Nianrui glared at him with a dull look in his eyes and a cold voice. He said a few words expressionlessly, "Let's get divorced."

The two voices disappeared together, but they both heard what the other was saying.

Xie Xun opened his eyes slightly, and when he heard the word divorce, his face instantly darkened, and he said unhappily: "Are you crazy? I'm here to care about how you got hurt, and you're telling me about divorce?"

In the past, Meng Nianrui was most afraid of Xie Xun losing his temper. Every time they had a quarrel, she would digest it herself and then find ways to make him happy.

But now, she doesn't care.

Meng Nianrui looked back and said word by word, "It's Fang Yirou."

Xie Xun forced a frown between his brows, as if he didn't understand, or was instinctively resisting this answer, "What did you say?"

Meng Nianrui calmly examined his expression and said slowly:

"You asked me how I got hurt. Every wound on my body was inflicted by Fang Yirou. So, what are you going to do now? Are you going to avenge me and kill her?"

This answer really surprised Xie Xun. In view of the recent dispute between Meng Nianrui and Fang Yirou, he instinctively put it into the past and preached in a serious manner:

"I know you don't like her, but you can't joke about this kind of thing. Besides, she kept telling me last night..."

Xie Xun suddenly paused in the middle of his words, with an unnatural look on his face.