The Edge of Love and Pain: My Double Husband

Chapter 292
He raised the corner of his mouth and tried to shake my hand, but after I dodged it, he landed on my knee, rubbed it and said, "Although you won't believe it, it's really not me."

"Who isn't you? Sweetie?" I asked, "Can you stop blaming him for everything?"

He raised his eyebrows, as if he had expected it a long time ago, with a relaxed face: "That's me."

"You're not ashamed, are you?"

He looked at me: "I'm ashamed."

I didn't speak.

He asked, "Is that all right? Forgive me?"

"You are ashamed like this? I don't think you are ashamed at all!"

"That means I'm not ashamed." He replied like a hobgoblin: "Do you need me to be proud? If you need it, I will be proud."

Forget it, it's okay if he doesn't come, but it blows me up even faster when he comes, I pull his hand away and want to get out of bed.

But the calf was pinched by him again, pulled towards him, and said, "What do you want? If I say it's not me, you don't do it, but if it's me, you think my attitude is wrong."

"What do I want?" I turned to look at him and said, "I want to find another man to balance my current mood. I promise I will be ashamed."

He didn't say anything, but clenched the hand holding my leg again.

I couldn't kick him down to kill him, but I was really angry in my heart, so I looked at him and asked, "Do you want to touch as long as it's a woman? You can touch it? As long as it's not dead, you want to touch a woman, huh?"

He tilted his head, closed his eyes, and showed a sloppy face.

I also feel that I am so stupid, and it's not that I still want to live with him, it's just that I can't help it.Sooner or later, you will be divorced, and you are still angry about this, why bother?

Thinking of this, I don't want to talk anymore.What I need to think about most now is the chest pain. The doctor told me to take some medicine if it doesn't get better tomorrow, and wants me to maintain a good mood.I think I should take my medicine now.

After a while, Fanyin opened his eyes, looked at me, pulled my leg with his hand, and asked, "Should I go back?"

"Go back." When I came back, I didn't even have an apology, and every word I said choked me, which was enough to prove that it was meaningless for me to make this call, and I could only prove my stupidity to him again.

He let go, and sat up on the bed.Afterwards, I might have no strength and didn't move, so I just sat there and reached out to hold my arm for a while.

I wanted to push him, but he had pressed down.He wasn't hugging me either, he was pressing on me, with his arms around my waist and his chin resting on my shoulder.

In this way, I can’t push anymore, because if I push again, it will only push his wound. Once the wound near the heart is ruptured, it will be too late to send him to the hospital immediately.So I didn't move, just sat where I was, enduring my chest that hurt even more from his pressure.

He leaned against me for a while, moved his head, rubbed his cheek against my neck, and said in a weak tone, "Hit me."

I didn't speak or move.

"Hit me, Lingling..." He muttered, "Don't ignore me, and don't cry."

I still don't want to talk, let alone move.

He was silent for a long time, during which time he put his arms around my waist vigorously, until I kindly reminded: "You can't use your hands hard, be careful to burst the wound."

If he dies, their family will tear me apart, and I still want to live to divorce.

Before he finished speaking, he turned his head, kissed my cheek, and pressed the back of my head with one hand, as if he was about to kiss me.I had no choice but to clenched his wrist tightly and turned my face away vigorously, but I could still see him out of the corner of my eye, knowing that he was frozen in place.I could also see his eyes, knowing that he was looking at me silently.

After a long while, his hand slowly broke away from mine and dropped down, but he lifted it up again quickly, touched my face, and said in a weak tone: "Lingling...that's really not me."

I didn't speak.

Yes, I really want to believe that it's not him. It seems that between him and Britney, I really prefer him. After all, the child belongs to "his", and after all, he is an adult.But I don't think I can believe that kind of things that cannot withstand scrutiny. I have been deceived by my own emotions too many times.

I asked, "How do you prove it?"

"How can I prove it?" He lowered his head, showing frustration at first, and after a long time, a sneer appeared on his pale face: "Okay, I will prove it."

I didn't speak.

"I also wrote the letter of guarantee. Your father killed my son. I didn't say anything, and I gave you the property. You also said that you want a divorce." He looked at me and said, "Do you want me to prove it? Then Let me tell you, I just plan to let Mi Li give me another son, are you happy? I got all five, are you happy?"

I can only be silent.

"You stayed in there for half a year, during which I had to live. So I went whoring every day, every day. Are you happy?" His expression was extremely serious, with sullen and provocative eyes: "From your first God knows me, that's the kind of person I am. I never hid it from you, you just let yourself go."

I said, "You just said that you also wrote the guarantee letter."

"The old man thought of every word on it." He said angrily, "What does it have to do with me?"

I didn't speak any more.

He also closed his mouth, still looking at me annoyed.

After a stalemate for a while, I got up and climbed out of bed, but he didn't stop me.

I went outside, took out the envelope from the bookshelf, came back and sat by the bed and handed it to him.He didn't answer, and frowned slightly.

"Your letter of guarantee, I won't ask this again." Really, if I ask another word, I am not human: "Go and discuss with your father yourself, if he doesn't kill Xing Xing, I will return your information you."

He still didn't answer or speak.

"If you reach an agreement, I can give it to you immediately." I said, "You don't have to complain. You can pursue your son's affairs if you want. I also think my father did the right thing. If you have an account, you can go directly to him." I figured it out."

He remained silent.

I put the letter of guarantee into his hand and said, "You can either go back, or change rooms if you are too lazy to leave. I don't want to move the child, she is a light sleeper."

He threw the envelope in his hand aside and grabbed my wrist: "Lingling, I just..."

"Don't talk about it." I didn't want to hear him say anything, "I'm holding on to it myself, but I have to hold on for a while until I convince Nian Nian."

"Lingling," he stretched out his hand again, trying to hug my waist, and said, "I'm just angry, I think I've done a lot, you shouldn't because..."

"I told you not to talk about it." I said, "If Nian Nian still doesn't agree after three months, I'll leave her to you."

He closed his mouth.

I didn't speak any more.

Now I can't think about who is right and who is wrong, and I can't think about who did those things.I just thought it was really hurtful for him to say I was hanging on.

I didn't leave him at the beginning because I loved him.

Later, I didn't leave him, because I thought it was good to be a husband and wife, and I wanted to help him heal his illness.

Now I really want to leave, but I can't ignore my child's feelings.

Apart from hurting me, what good has he done to me, is it worth my letting go?

Really...

It hurts so much.

I can't wait to get out immediately.

After a long time, he opened his mouth with a cautious tone: "Don't cry."

He hugged my waist again, and seeing that I didn't refuse, he hugged my waist with both hands, put his face on my cheek, and said, "Whatever you think, but don't cry, okay? You are not a breast Does it hurt? Does it still hurt? Shall I rub it for you? Or let the doctor handle it?"

For a long time, I forgot about the chest pain, because I was about to collapse from crying.

Seeing that I didn't speak, he stroked my back with his palm again, and said softly: "Although you definitely don't believe it, it's really not me. You can't think everything is me just because I have a criminal record, let alone me I have all the power to you, how dare I mess around, am I stupid? Are you afraid that you will kill me?"

I said, "I can't kill you."

He laughed, moved his hand around my back, scratched my cheek with his fingers, and asked, "Calm down?"

"No."

"Do you still need to beat me up?"

The smile on his face made me very uncomfortable, I turned to look at him and said, "What I just said was not a joke."

His smile froze on his face, but he relaxed quickly, and said, "I know, you are really angry. You can hit me when you are angry, but don't cry." He picked up the guarantee letter on the bed and stuffed it In the pocket of my pajamas, I touched my face and said: "Don't be angry, those words just made you angry, I'm just not convinced. In fact, I didn't do anything during that time, Nian Nian can testify."

I took out the guarantee and put it aside.

When he first got it, his family members told me that if he signed it, he would definitely abide by it.So when I got it, I was quite happy.

In fact, it is very strange that one party in a marriage has to write such a thing.

I won't ask for it.

No matter how he is, I will definitely not say it.

He froze in embarrassment, for a long while, he wanted to say something, but it was time for Lianyin to drink milk, so she started humming.

I hurried over to hug her, and Fanyin asked from behind, "Where's the wet nurse?"

"next door."

He called the neighbor next door, and the nurse came soon, holding Lian Yin and feeding her.

It was inconvenient for Fanyin to stand by and watch, so she went out.

I felt that the room was much cleaner, so I felt the chest pain again.

It may be because I was in an extreme situation when I was pregnant with her, so Lianyin was very weak and kept crying.The nurse and I coaxed her until dawn before finally putting her to sleep, and we were both sweating profusely when we put her down.

I took the nurse to rest, and when I passed by the outside room, I found that Niannian had already woken up, sitting beside Fanyin, wearing pajamas, with her feet on his lap.Fanyin also smiled and pinched her little feet to tease her, and the two of them couldn't stop laughing.

It's only 04:30, so Nian Nian was still a little scared when he found me, so he huddled into Fan Yin's arms, and said to Fan Yin in a low voice, "Dad, I went to bed at seven o'clock yesterday."

(End of this chapter)