Chapter 18 Don't Be Self-Deluded

o his strong willpower. But, your husband...he…”General Li's wife knelt before Feng Liye, crying with tears streaming down her face.Li cried again, “My husband’s greatest regret this time is that he w...Boom!

Shen Siyin was struck by lightning!

She clenched her hands tightly, staring at him in disbelief!

The man's lips curled into a sneer, so obvious it stopped her words dead in their tracks.

A cold glint flashed in Xiao Zonghan's eyes.

"People like you should have died long ago. Rest assured, if you truly died, I would make the entire Shao Shuai Mansion drape itself in red and celebrate!"

With a bang, the door slammed shut.

Shen Siyin helplessly collapsed onto the ground. She was utterly unable to bear Xiao Zonghan now.

My hands are unresponsive, trembling like chaff.

"Old Lin's words echoed again in my ears: 'Madam, your body... if you take good care of it, you should have another year...' "

Feeling as though she had been crushed repeatedly, Shen Siyin pulled the pillowcase over her mouth.

The pain that came on was not as bearable as she had imagined. Her intestines felt like they were being pulled outward, inch by inch. To avoid waking Xiao Zonghan, Shen Siyin gritted her teeth and endured the agony with all her might.

……

Nightfall.

Cold as water.

Shen Siyin stood outside the door, for a long time, before she took a deep breath and pushed open the door.

Xiao Zonghan raised his head and his gaze fell on her.

"Zonghan, you're looking for me..." Shen Siyin was dressed in her usual attire, her hair neatly styled. At first glance, she appeared dignified and virtuous. But Xiao Zonghan knew exactly what kind of person she was!

He smirked and tossed over a beautifully crafted gift box. "Take this to Belle Epoque. Qing Wan is upset, so go apologize to her. Tell her that I will compensate her another day."

Upon hearing his words, Shen Siyin's eyes dimmed slightly.

The gift box was very light, but she held it in her hand and felt an overwhelming heaviness.

Taking a deep breath, Shen Siyin forced herself to put on a gentle smile. "Okay, I will personally deliver it to her." Submissive, meek, with him as heaven and him as earth. But Xiao Zonghan looked at this and was enraged.

This woman, she's really patient and good at acting!

"Well then!" he sneered with a malicious grin. "Qing Wan said she always sings for others, so tomorrow you prepare and sing for her." As he spoke, he seemed extremely pleased with his sudden idea: "Yes! That's it! Qing Wan will definitely be very happy."

Shen Siyin's shoulders trembled slightly.

Trembling, from my shoulders to my hands, down to my feet... Xiao Zonghan, do you truly detest me this much Hate me Hate me to the point where you wouldn't even leave me a shred of dignity

Xiao Zonghan squinted his eyes, admiring with satisfaction the pale face and trembling body of the woman before him, like fallen leaves.... Shen Siyin, since you've been so eager to be the young marshal's wife, isn't this exactly what you want now

A trace of mockery and triumph flashed in his eyes.

Suddenly, his sarcasm and smugness froze on his face.

Her violently trembling body suddenly went still.

She once again plastered a submissive smile on her face and said to him, "Okay, whatever Zong-han says goes. Tomorrow, I'll sing for Miss Chu."

"Sing the most favorite one."

"Good."

Shen Siyin didn't know how she walked out of Xiao Zonghan's room. Her face was stiff, and her steps grew faster with each one.

Until the very end, he slammed the door shut, locking himself in his room.

Her body went limp and she collapsed softly against the door.

My heart, it hurts so much. This place, it hurts!

Shen Siyin covered her chest, her heart felt like it was suffocating. She opened her mouth and gasped for breath, tears finally welling up in her eyes and rolling down her cheeks...

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