Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here Chapter 389 - The Red Second Generation’s Abandoned Former Wife (42)

Chapter 389 The Red Second Generation’s Abandoned Former Wife (42)

Bai Weiwei heard this sentence and stopped.

She was facing away from Su s.h.i.+an and looked ahead.

Su s.h.i.+an thought she was moved. He immediately walked up to her and reached for her hand.

He looked at her fragile, pale profile and gently said, “Weiwei, it was wrong of me. We can start all over again.”

Bai Weiwei finally looked at him, the sadness in her eyes faded, leaving only ridicule.

She was so calm that she seemed to have nothing to do with his confession.

“You really like me?”

Su s.h.i.+an took a breath. His heart was a bit chaotic, but he still immediately nodded.

“I like……”

But Bai Weiwei coldly interrupted him, “You don’t deserve it.”

This sentence, bone-chilling, heartbreakingly cold.

Su s.h.i.+an was stunned, his mind was in turmoil.

Bai Weiwei shook off his hand and said without expression, “Su s.h.i.+an, that precious Bai Weiwei you like is dead. Once she also held a heart that loved you. She carefully handed it to you, and you dropped it and trampled it into slag.”

Su s.h.i.+an’s throat was dry and he couldn’t speak at all.

“You put me into someone else’s bed. You, for the benefit of the company, tore up the divorce agreement. You would kill your child for your own selfish desires.”

This pile of offenses.

Su s.h.i.+an’s forehead broke into a cold sweat. He couldn’t refute anything.

Bai Weiwei was frigid, “So what? You say you like and so I should reconcile? Is your face so big?”

Her voice was chilly. Her eyes were indifferent and heartless and her att.i.tude clearly told him.

She doesn’t like him anymore.

Su s.h.i.+an saw she had finished and was walking away.

He was unwilling to let her go like this.

Hardly thinking, he reached for her arm once more. He pulled her back, bowed his head and kissed her on the lips.

Bai Weiwei was surprised. Her somewhat cool lips s.h.i.+vered a bit.

But they were swiftly warmed up his violent kiss.

Her eyes were frigid. She stood indifferently, without any reaction to him.

She allowed Su s.h.i.+an to perform a one-man play.

The more desperately Su s.h.i.+an kissed, the more he pressed against her lips, but he couldn’t feel even a hint of heat.

Bai Weiwei pushed him away and he didn’t know how to resist.

Then she sorted out her clothes as if nothing happened and said, “Alright, you’re crazy. I’m going to have the abortion.”

Su s.h.i.+an’s voice was sour, “Don’t go, I can make it up to you.”

Bai Weiwei’s steps didn’t have a hint of hesitation. She went straight out; the operating room for abortions were elsewhere.

She walked outside the door and suddenly her pace slowed.

She leaned against the wall of the corridor, her calm and tough expression disappearing at once.

“Weiwei?”

Bai Weiwei looked up. She saw Chen Wenfeng hurriedly rus.h.i.+ng over, panting endlessly.

It seemed he had sprinted here.

“Su s.h.i.+an really is not a man, he actually pulled you here to have an abortion.”

As soon as this sentence came out, Bai Weiwei’s hard sh.e.l.l was finally broken.

She couldn’t help whimpering and started to sob.

It was a heart wrenching cry.

All Chen Wenfeng’s words to scold Su s.h.i.+an had to be swallowed back.

A person he loved was pushed to have an abortion.

Which woman could survive this blow.

Chen Wenfeng killed Su s.h.i.+an in his heart.

He walked forward, took out a handkerchief to gently wipe her tears and said, distressed: “Don’t cry, I will take you out of here, don’t love him.”

Su s.h.i.+an stood in the doorway, and heard Chen Wenfeng’s words and her stifled quiet whimpers that pierced his heart.

If it was the usual, Chen Wenfeng would dare to dig a corner of the wall1.

Su s.h.i.+an would hit him until he was on the floor.

But now he could not go forward. He would rather Chen Wenfeng scolded him a little more ruthlessly.

So she could vent well.

1: 撬(他)墙角: be Mr. Steal-yo-girl. In a broader term, it could also refer to exploiting a compet.i.tor’s personnel/tools/benefits to maximize profits↩