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Chapter three hundred and seventy-first hatred

When I arrived at the third family in the First Tianshui Lane, Shishi Town House, although it was not as wide as the Taifu Mansion, it was considered a big family.

When Yan San’s wife Qin heard that Yan Hanyu came to the door, she spoke tiredly, “I haven’t seen her once during the holidays in previous years. It’s not like this, but the ones who are not yet in the holidays! How can I see her in the house in chaos?”

"Justice Jiu heard that it was the eldest lady who came, so he was busy and asked someone to invite him over."

The old woman beside Qin said, "The eldest lady knows medical skills. I heard that the medical skills are very good. Could it be that Master Jiu asked someone to call me? Master Jiu is better to the eldest lady than the lady in the house. If Master Jiu begs him, the eldest lady will definitely come."

"The child Lao Jiu is as stubborn as his father!"

"Aunt Mu is pregnant, no one knows that it is difficult to protect one's big and one's small now, and Master Jiu feels sad."

"I look forward to it every day, every night, and I hope to have my own grandson. Finally, I have a grandson but it is gone." Qin lamented, and then complained, "What are she doing when she is going out of the house every day? If she wants to find a doctor to have a baby, wouldn't she ask the doctor to come to her house? Why run out by herself every day! If you do such a thing, the child will not be able to be kept. It's simply a sin!"

Qin is the second wife, and the eldest son is the original wife of Master Yan San, and only Yan Jiamu is the one who is born to her. Therefore, Yan Jiamu, who is the youngest son, is even more favored.

Although Mu Chenxiang was a concubine, because she was favored by Master Jiu, she naturally received some special treatment in the inner house.

She has been leaving the house recently, so Guo asked someone to go out secretly. He also heard that she would go to the same clinic every time she went to, and seemed to be very familiar with the doctor in the clinic, and she was very close and even had intimate movements.

Indignantly, Guo naturally felt that he had caught her, but she could not judge herself. If Mu Chenxiang refused to admit it and hurt Mu Chenxiang again, Jiu Ye would definitely get angry at her, thinking that she was deliberately hurting Mu Chenxiang.

Only when Jiu Ye saw her personally would he have the opportunity to hold her accountable. When Guo found the opportunity, he lured Jiu Ye to Baicaolu on Maxing Street. He happened to see Mu Chenxiang talking and laughing with the doctor in the hall.

When Mr. Jiu saw it with his own eyes, Guo naturally would not give up when he saw this and forced him to ask what the relationship between Mu Chenxiang and the doctor in the hall.

The crime of lust is to beat her to death, who dares to blame her? Even Master Jiu will not forgive a woman who is unfaithful.

Mu Chenxiang was misunderstood by Guo, but Yan Jiamu's behavior disappointed her and said only one sentence, "If you don't believe me, even if you punish me, why should you secretly follow me!" She refused to say the rest of the extra words.

Yan Jiamu was just stabbed by her smile. She smiled happily at another strange man, but she didn't know that he hadn't seen her bright smile for a long time. Since she promised to be his concubine, her smile began to be covered with something that could not be seen clearly.

He didn't answer or told her, he didn't follow her at all, it was just a coincidence.

Guo naturally wanted to hold him accountable. The more hatred she felt in her heart, the more heavy the stick in her hand was. Since she married Jiu Ye, she had never had any sincere love for him. She was in-laws and was the minister of the emperor, and she was wholeheartedly. She was the wife, but she could not call her husband's heart.

Yan Jiamu only felt that he was possessed by evil spirits, so that Guo's stick fell on her back.

When she fell to the ground, when she covered her belly, her face pale and without a trace of blood, he panicked.

At that moment, he thought he was going to lose her, so he hugged her tightly in his arms and anxiously called, "Canxiang, Canxiang."

"Yan Jiamu, I hate you!" Her eyes closed and her lips leaned against his ears. The soft voice fell into his ears like a heavy hammer.

He believed in her, he always believed in her.

But, it's too late.

Their children are gone.

The child is gone!

Yan Jiamu blamed himself and regretted that he killed their children with his own hands.

Mu Chenxiang closed her eyes, but she wanted to open it, but she didn't even have the strength to open her eyes. There seemed to be a ball of white mist in front of her, and she couldn't see anything clearly. The sound of talking in her ears was sometimes far and sometimes near.

She felt that she was dying, and the smell of blood was scattered in every corner of the house, and the smell of blood was everywhere between her breath, which made her almost vomit. The pain in her lower abdomen was like scraping her bones bit by bit, and it was in great pain.

"Carang Xiang, I'm here..." A familiar voice, the hands that touched her wrist were soft and warm.

Mu Chenxiang opened her eyes hard and slowly pulled a smile from her lips.

Since her father disappeared, she felt that there was no relative in this world.

Only she, although she is young and has a noble status, is willing to be friends with her. Now that she is dying, she is willing to come to see her for the last time.

"Hanyu." Her lips were pale, and she could only see her lips moving, and the sound of her mouth was as thin as a mosquito.

"It's me." A living person became like this now. Yan Hanyu's eyes had long turned red. She lowered her body and approached her, "Caramel."

Even if she has a humble identity, she will not forget her love when she was young, and she will not despise the purest friendship.

"Chenxiang, why are you so stupid? Why don't you explain?"

Mu Chenxiang opened her eyes, and her eyes became clearer and clearer. She saw the delicate face clearly. She saw tears in her beautiful eyes. She wanted to say all the words accumulated in her heart for a long time.

"Hanyu, I was wrong, I was wrong... I should listen to your words... I should listen to my father... I should not be a concubine..."

"Chenxiang, stop talking, wait until you get ready, okay?"

"Hanyu, I'm going to finish it. I don't know if I have any chance to say it. These words have existed in my heart for too long, and I'm almost driving me crazy."

She finished speaking in a hurry, but almost fainted, but she forced herself to not let herself faint, "They framed my father and killed my father... but I couldn't find any evidence to defend my father. I was powerless and had no choice but to do anything... I can only take revenge on her, I want to take revenge on her... I snatch all Yan Jiamu's love... In the end, in the end I got nothing..."

"Chenxiang, stop talking, stop talking..." Yan Hanyu didn't know how long she could last in this state.

She had been exhausted long ago after such bleeding, but she still had to speak.

"Hanyu, I just hate, I hate why I was still entangled with him... If it weren't for him, Xinglin Clinic wouldn't have disappeared, and my father wouldn't have disappeared. Living alone in the world... It's really painful..."

Guo forced her to ask her if she was engaging in sexual intercourse with others. The result of explanation and not explanation is the same for her. Guo wants to frame her all the time, and what she feels heartbroken is Yan Jiamu's attitude.

The affection of childhood sweethearts cannot resist the contradictions brought to them by the long-standing disparity in identity.

"Hanyu, if I can still live, can you help me?"

"I'll help you, agarwood, so you must be alive."

"If I can still live, I want to leave this house, but...If I die, please cremate me..."

She had no strength anymore, her eyes slowly closed and did not move at all.

Yan Jiamu felt that he had done something wrong. If he had let go that year and stopped pestering Chenxiang, there would be no accident in Xinglin clinic, and Chenxiang's father would not have died. She might have been better than marrying the most ordinary child than being his concubine and suffering all kinds of grievances.
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