Mei Jiaqi bit her lip, her face no longer showing any color.

All her fangs and claws were extinguished in an instant.

But even so, she still didn't lower her head and said stubbornly: "So what?"

"Huo Siyan, don't forget that the wedding was held under the witness of everyone, and it was broadcast live by the media. In the eyes of everyone, we are both husband and wife."

"Even without a marriage certificate, our marriage cannot be denied."

"Do you think, if we did not peacefully announce the dissolution of our marriage, would Lin Nianchu be considered a mistress?"

Mei Jiaqi's words directly hit Huo Siyan's pain points.

She waited, waiting for him to give in, waiting for him to beg for mercy.

"So Huo Siyan, don't be naive. Without my abdication, Lin Nianchu will always be just a mistress in the eyes of the world."

"I don't believe you can bear to let her bear such a reputation."

I have to say that Mei Jiaqi is ruthless.

She also understands Huo Siyan.

That's why we can get to Huo Siyan's lifeline every word.

However, she ultimately ignored Huo Siyan's ruthlessness and his feelings for Lin Nianchu.

With a sneer, his disdainful voice came: "Mei Jiaqi, do you think I need you to accompany me when announcing the peaceful dissolution of marriage?"

"What do you mean?" Her voice was trembling.

"Literally, I can do it without you. But I still care about your life-saving grace, so I give you enough face."

"But if you are ungrateful, I don't have to be polite. I'll say it one last time. Yingzhuo will pick you up in three days. If you don't come, I will make a unilateral announcement."

Huo Siyan hung up the phone directly.

Mei Jiaqi was not even given any chance to intercede.

This time, it was Mei Jiaqi who was dumbfounded. She held her phone in her hands, her wide eyes filled with bone-gnawing resentment.

Lin Nianchu, they are all Lin Nianchu.

Why? Ah...?

Unable to bear it any longer, Mei Jiaqi smashed the vases, cups, chairs, and everything she could touch.

Even so, she still couldn't understand her hatred.

Looking at Wen Shaoqing, she began to roar and shout: "Go away, if you came here because of Lin Nianchu, leave me immediately, I tell you, I will not fulfill them even if I die."

Wen Shaoqing was about to speak.

A servant hurried down from above.

She was very anxious at first, but when she saw the situation at the scene and Mei Jiaqi's ugly face, she trembled in fear and said: "Madam, the young master..."

"What's wrong with him?" Mei Jiaqi shot a stern look at her: "You can't handle even a trivial matter. Are you treating me like a waste by asking you to come back?"

"If you don't see anything wrong with me, get out of here!"

The servant was naturally frightened by Mei Jiaqi, but thinking of the young master's appearance, he still had the courage to speak: "Madam, please go up and see the young master!"

"He keeps crying and can't stop no matter what. He must be missing you. I beg you, go up and give the young master a hug!"

Mei Jiaqi was upset.

After grabbing her hair a few times, she stepped up on her high heels.

As soon as she arrived at the door of the room, before entering, she heard the child's cry.

One after another, she was crying completely at the top of her lungs. After all, she was her own flesh and blood and was born in ten months of pregnancy. Mei Jiaqi's heart became much softer.

"Baby, stop crying, mom, hold me!" Mei Jiaqi walked over and picked up the baby clumsily.

Because she was hugged very rarely, she seemed a little rusty.

"Stop crying, mom is here."

"Stop crying, mom is here!"

At the beginning, Mei Jiaqi looked at the small ball in her arms, and her heart felt very soft. Coupled with the fact that it was her own child, a lot of the anger in her body immediately dissipated.

But five minutes, eight minutes...

Ten minutes later, the child in my arms was still crying at the top of his lungs.

At this time, all Mei Jiaqi's patience was exhausted and she no longer had any patience. She threw the child in her arms on the bed.

That action was as casual as throwing a garbage bag.

The nanny was frightened and quickly picked up the child to check. At the same time, she looked at Mei Jiaqi tremblingly: "Madam, the baby is still so young. You can't do this. You must hold it gently, otherwise it will hurt the baby.

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"Madam, why don't you call the baby's father? It's been so long and the baby hasn't seen his father yet. Maybe he misses him."

dad?

At the mention of this name, Mei Jiaqi's heart filled with hatred.

Looking at the baby on the bed again, her eyes became dark and uncertain.

She stretched out her hand and poked the baby's little face again and again, yelling at the top of her lungs: "Why? Why do you have to be a scoundrel, ah...?"

"Why are you not his child? Why are you so unlucky?"

If he were Si Yan's son, Si Yan would definitely not divorce her, let alone leave her alone.

But not only is he not.

Or proof of her humiliation.

Thinking of this, Mei Jiaqi's eyes suddenly became distorted.

Looking at her slender fingers, and then at the swaddled baby on the bed, she suddenly stretched out her hand, slowly placed it on her chin, and then stopped.

She stopped talking, her fingers just stayed there without saying a word.

But the whole person looked terrible.

The nanny was a little frightened and said anxiously: "Madam, the baby is still young. If you do this, he will feel uncomfortable and get angry easily."

Seeing that Mei Jiaqi didn't respond, she shouted again: "Madam...?"

Still indifferent.

Suddenly, Mei Jiaqi looked at the person in front of her as if she had seen the terrible memories of that night.

The hideous scars, the painful roar, the torn clothes, and the hot sweat running down the back.

Everything rushed towards her like a tide, restraining her fiercely.

At that moment, her eyes turned red.

Her heart was roaring wildly, and she could no longer control herself. The devil's fingers went down little by little, and finally they were placed directly on the baby's neck.

Suddenly tightening her grip, she spoke with hatred in her mouth: "You know what? You shouldn't have come to this world."

"It will be a torture when you grow up in the future. It's better to get rid of it now. Don't worry, mom loves you. I just want you to suffer less."

"Baby, don't cry. It will be fine soon. Mommy promises to be gentle."

The nanny originally thought that Mei Jiaqi had been stimulated by something, so she was talking crazy here.

However, when Mei Jiaqi's hand continued to tighten, the baby's cheeks became whiter and whiter, and the baby's breathing became harder and harder, the nanny knew that it was not fake.

Madam is really crazy, she actually wants to...?

"Madam, I beg you, stop. He is your son, and he is still a baby? How can you bear it?"

"Madam, he is your own flesh and blood. Please wake up, otherwise you will definitely regret it."

The nanny cried and begged, but Mei Jiaqi was completely indifferent.

There was hatred gathering in Wushen's eyes: "It's because he is not Si Yan's son. I was wrong. I shouldn't have left this scoundrel in the world."

"Shh! Why are you crying? I am helping him escape from the sea of ​​suffering."

The nanny was so frightened that she didn't care about anything and immediately reached for Mei Jiaqi's hand.
Chapter completed!