Goodbye, scumbag husband, the one who is not loved is the clown

"You know what?" The man stroked the corners of her red eyes with his fingertips, a cold smile on his thin lips, a coldness that bordered on madness and pathology. "You can't hide your hatred for someone in your eyes. How could you hate me so much? How could it be a psychological stress disorder? How could it be cognitive disorder?"

"You..." He paused, his dark eyes reflecting her pale face, "You can't act at all!"

"You bastard!"

Xu Jiayun raised his hand and pushed him hard!

The big hand that was restraining her neck broke free, and she stumbled back a few steps due to inertia, her back hitting the glass window.

She glared at him fiercely, "Pei Sangyu, you're taking out your anger on an old man who has no ability to resist. I despise you!"

Pei Sangyu frowned and gritted his teeth, "What did you say?"

"I said I look down on you!"

Xu Jiayun lost control and yelled, "You're just taking advantage of my love for you to abuse me so unscrupulously! Pei Sangyu, do you have any heart? You keep saying I owe you! But what do I owe you? What does grandma owe you?! Even if my mom really killed your dad, it's my mom's fault. Why are you forcing it on me?!"

"Xu Jiayun!"

Pei Sangyu roared and pinched her chin fiercely, "Shut your mouth if you don't want to die!"

She felt a sharp pain in her jaw, and she even felt that if she said one more word, her jaw would be crushed by this man!

"Listen carefully! It's because of your restlessness and your refusal to accept your fate that your grandmother has to suffer this punishment for you!"

"Also, don't fucking tell me you love me again!" His chest heaved, his emotion exposed so obviously for once, "Your love makes me sick!"

Xu Jiayun glared at him.

"You're clearly here to atone for your mother's sins, so how dare you say you love me? How dare you even dream of marrying me?"

He couldn't help but chuckle as he spoke, and reminded:

"But don't hate me. Do you have the right to hate me? Xu Jiayun, this is what your mother owes my Pei family. You are just a plaything sent by the Shen family to pay off the debt! Playthings shouldn't have emotions! You deserve to be trampled on and tortured!"

The man patted her pale, cold cheek with his other hand, holding a cigarette. "The more pain you feel, the more worthy of your role as a debt payer!"

Xu Jiayun closed his eyes tightly, trying to hide the strong hatred surging in his eyes in time!

With just a few words, he easily cut off my grandmother's chance of survival.

Human life was at stake, but he treated it like a game, brushing it off with a casual remark of "I suffered for her"!

Anger and hatred were like an out-of-control beast, tearing at the little bit of rationality left in her body.

If she had a knife in her hand right now, she would stab Pei Sangyu's heart without hesitation!

This man is a devil from beginning to end!

The more pain she felt, the more satisfied he was!

But if she were to live her life again, would she allow herself to be trampled and tortured by this devil?

No, she won't!

Since she didn't have a knife, she would patiently sharpen one!

One day, she will hold Pei Sangyu, this sharp knife, in her hands and use it as she pleases!

Xu Jiayun frowned and bit her tongue. The piercing pain made her calm down instantly.

She slowly opened her eyes, her amber pupils reflecting the man's angular face.

"Pei Sangyu, then it's as you wish..." She curled her lips, clearly smiling, but her eyes were full of brokenness and despair, "I don't love you anymore."

As she finished speaking, blood flowed from the corner of her mouth...

Pei Sangyu's eyebrows twitched.

The next moment, Xu Jiayun closed her eyes and her slender body fell backwards——

...

On the second floor of the villa, at the end of the corridor, the bedroom with the worst lighting.

The door opened and Jiang Muheng came out carrying an emergency kit.

Outside the door, Zhou Jing, who had been ordered to wait here, took a step forward.

"Doctor Jiang, President Pei is in the study."

Jiang Muheng nodded slightly and turned to walk towards the study.

The study door was pushed open.

Jiang Muheng walked in and looked at the man standing like a strong pine tree by the floor-to-ceiling window.

"She woke up and said she wanted to see you."

Pei Sangyu turned around, pinched the cigarette between his two slender fingers, exhaled a puff of smoke, casually pressed the cigarette into the ashtray and extinguished it.

"What about the child?"

He only cares about the children.

But caring about a child does not mean that he loves the child.

Now that Shen Zhiyan's child is gone, Xu Jiayun's child in her belly really can't afford to have any mishaps. After all, this child is related to that person's life and death...

Jiang Muheng sighed, "As a doctor, my conscience hurts, you know?"

Pei Sangyu glanced at him with murderous intent.

Jiang Muheng raised his hands in surrender. "Okay, okay, I won't say anything. The child is fine. The blood in her mouth is from her biting her tongue... Hey! Look at what you've done to her!"

"If I don't push her like this, she'll really think she's a good actress."

Pei Sangyu said sarcastically, "She's just the daughter of someone who killed her father. Does she really think that if I let her have a child, that will change anything? That's wishful thinking."

"I'm not a psychiatrist, so it's hard for me to judge whether she's acting or not." Jiang Muheng paused, then added, "But I can be sure that she values ​​that child very much! Perhaps, for the sake of the child, you could be a little nicer to her?"

Hearing this, Pei Sangyu frowned and turned to look at Jiang Muheng sinisterly.

Seeing his expression, Jiang Muheng knew that his persuasion was in vain.

"Forget it." Jiang Muheng waved his hand, "I won't get involved in your mess anymore!"

He turned and opened the study door, then paused as a thought struck him. "By the way, I asked Dr. Wang for some clinical case studies on 'psychological stress disorder.' If you're interested, you can take a look."

"I'm not interested." Pei Sangyu refused coldly.

"Anyway, I gave it to Zhou Jing. It's up to you whether you want to read it or not." Jiang Muheng shrugged and turned away.

The study door is closed.

Pei Sangyu stared at the closed study door with a complicated expression.

……

Five minutes later, the study door opened again.

The tall figure walked straight towards Xu Jiayun's bedroom.

The door was violently kicked open from outside.

Xu Jiayun was startled and the tablet in his hand fell to the ground with a 'bang'.

She uttered a low cry and squatted down to pick it up, but her wrist was suddenly grabbed by the man's big hand.

Then she felt a pain in her wrist and was pulled to her feet. She staggered a few steps before she could stand firmly.

She frowned and looked up at Pei Sangyu, "Ayu, you hurt me."

Hearing this name, Pei Sangyu's face became even gloomier. "Believe it or not, I will have someone remove your grandmother's oxygen tube right now!"

"Okay!" Xu Jiayun met his gloomy and violent gaze, and suddenly nodded regardless.

Then, she laughed again, but the despair in her eyes seemed to overwhelm her completely. "If you want to pull it out, then do it! She's lying on that cold bed, suffering from the pain. Perhaps death would be a better relief for her!"

Upon hearing this, Pei Sangyu was stunned.