Wen Haowen presented Ning Shuqian's medical records of hypochondria to the court and filed for divorce. The court automatically ruled to terminate the marriage.
However, Yang Ziyu was not in a very good mood because everything was completely different from what she had imagined.
Wen Haowen was caught up in the controversy over the rumors of him and Ning Shuqian, and his reputation had been completely ruined. Now he was suspended from his post and investigated by the Wen Group's shareholders' board, and he was involved in a dispute over inheritance between father and daughter, making him a laughing stock in almost everyone's eyes.
He no longer has any status in Wen's Group.
Media reporters have never stopped reporting on her extramarital affair with Wen Haowen. Influenced by Wen Haowen's notoriety, she has also been successfully labeled as a vixen, a shameless mistress, and a third party. Her reputation is not much better than when Ning Shuqian married into the Wen family.
Under such circumstances, it was impossible for Wen Haowen to marry her despite the huge media criticism.
The child was not born yet, and she was absolutely sure that she could control Wen Haowen and coax him into marrying her.
However, once the child is born, everything becomes uncertain.
She planned carefully and kicked Ning Shuqian out in an attempt to get promoted, but she didn't expect that her plan would eventually fail in Ning Shuqian's hands.
"Ning Shuqian, this bitch!" Yang Ziyu couldn't help but curse out loud with gritted teeth.
At this moment, there was a crisp "clang" sound in the living room. Yang Ziyu thought that the servant had broken something. When she was about to go downstairs to check, she met a pair of dark eyes. Those eyes exuded a creepy and gloomy look, as if there were white bones with hand bones sticking out from them.
"Ah—" Yang Ziyu was startled and only then could she see clearly the person in front of her.
His slightly yellowish hair was tangled and messy, dry and oily, and scattered on both sides of his cheeks. His face was distorted, with a long and pointed chin and cheeks sunken into the bones. It would be most appropriate to describe him as neither a human nor a ghost.
She was wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown with bright red blood stains all over it, and she was barefoot on the ground.
"You... who are you?" Yang Ziyu looked at the woman in front of her warily and asked with a trembling voice.
The strong sense of uneasiness made Yang Ziyu's body tremble slightly.
"I am a ghost who is here to take your life." The fierce voice had a creepy and strange tone.
The woman slowly raised her face and looked at Yang Ziyu with a sinister smile. That smile was like that of an evil ghost, looking at her with a terrifying look that was trying to take her life.
"You are Ning Shu... Qian!" Yang Ziyu reacted suddenly and turned around and ran into the room.
Yang Ziyu didn't expect that the woman standing outside the door was Ning Shuqian. She didn't expect that in just a few days, Ning Shuqian had turned into this appearance that was neither human nor ghost.
"Want to escape?" Five skinny fingers suddenly clamped Yang Ziyu's arm.
"Ah—what are you doing?" Yang Ziyu struggled and screamed frantically.
She was terrified to the extreme. Ning Shuqian had gone crazy and there was no telling what she would do.
"I will destroy you on behalf of the Earth!"
Ning Shuqian laughed strangely. Her sinister smile, coupled with her distorted face, was even scarier than a ghost. She stretched out her sharp five fingers and gestured at Yang Ziyu. How could she be Ning Shuqian's opponent
“No... Help, ah ah…” Yang Ziyu closed her eyes in fear and screamed madly, hoping that the servant could hear her cry for help and come to save her.
Ning Shuqian stared at her strangely: "Even if you scream your throat out, no one will hear you."
She slowly revealed her entire distorted face. The bloodstains on her face made her look horrible and ferocious. She looked exactly like a murderous ghost crawling out of hell.
"You...you...what did you do?"
Yang Ziyu suddenly thought of the crisp "clang" sound she had just heard, and associated it with the blood on Ning Shuqian's body and the meaning of her words, and her mind suddenly went blank.
There were only two servants in the villa, and one of them happened to be on vacation and went home today.
"What an enviable belly. How many months has it been? Are you going to give birth soon?" Ning Shuqian's strange voice had a sharpness that made one's teeth ache.
The dark eyes stared at Yang Ziyu's round belly, and he reached out his skinny, skeleton-like fingers to gently stroke her belly.
"Nine...nine months. There are...twenty...days left until the due date."
Yang Ziyu felt Ning Shuqian's skinny, sharp hands, white as a pair of dead bones, with veins bulging out from under the pale skin. Her five fingers were like steel knives, stroking her belly with gentle force, yet there was a chill that made one's hair stand on end and felt creepy.
Pregnant women tend to sweat a lot, and after being frightened by Ning Shuqian like this, she began to sweat profusely, and her whole body felt like it was almost exhausted. Her body was so stiff that she dared not move.
"Boy or girl?" Ning Shuqian's sharp nails gently scratched her belly.
If her child had not been miscarried, would she one day be like her, with a big round belly, waiting for the due date to come
But, her child is gone
The bloody look.
Every night I would cry and yell and tell her, "Mom, it hurts!"
"Boy... boy!" Drops of sweat rolled down her fair forehead. Yang Ziyu felt that Ning Shuqian's five fingers were like steel knives, as if they could cut her belly with just a little force. She could even see the spasm of her blood vessels. The surging blood told her all the time that Ning Shuqian had gone crazy.
"You should all go to hell and be buried with my child..." Ning Shuqian suddenly screamed crazily and pushed Yang Ziyu fiercely.
"Ah--" Yang Ziyu screamed, staggered, and suddenly fell down the stairs on the second floor. Blood flowed out from between her legs and flowed along her body, leaving a trail of blood.
"Go to hell—" Ning Shuqian burst into a crazy roar.
She looked at Yang Ziyu who was rolling on the ground, the blood between her legs flowing, spreading around her in an instant. Thinking of how she was lying on the ground in despair and helplessness, she suddenly felt a sense of revenge in her heart.
“Help… Help me…” Yang Ziyu was lying in a pool of blood, her body shrinking sharply due to the final pain. Her whole body was convulsing, her ten fingers were clenched weakly into chicken claws, and she stretched them towards the air helplessly and desperately.
“Hahahaha…” Ning Shuqian laughed crazily.
Doesn’t Wen Haowen value the baby in Yang Ziyu’s belly
She just wanted to make his joy go in vain.
Didn’t Yang Ziyu want to use the child to successfully rise to the top and marry Wen Haowen
She wanted to see if Wen Haowen would still marry her after losing the child.