Fu Yan Ting did not expect Yan Xi to admit it so readily.
Seeing that Yan Xi had no intention of explaining and admitted it so frankly, Fu Yan Ting’s face instantly darkened.
Fu Yan Ting looked at Yan Xi coldly. He realized that he suddenly didn't understand Yan Xi, or perhaps, he had never understood Yan Xi.
“Fu Yan Ting, if you want to protect Miss Shi, then give me back my son and let me leave. This way, I can guarantee you that I won’t harm your Miss Shi anymore.”
“Yan Xi, you’re thinking too highly of yourself. You want me to let you go? Only when I’m dead.”
Fu Yan Ting had finally managed to keep Yan Xi confined by his side. It didn't matter if Yan Xi didn't love him.
At least he had Yan Xi’s body.
Fu Yan Ting would never let go of Yan Xi’s hand in this life. Even if he didn't love her, he wanted to keep her by his side and torment her slowly.
Yan Xi did not expect Fu Yan Ting to say that. She looked at Fu Yan Ting in disbelief.
Fu Yan Ting snorted coldly and said again, “Yan Xi, if you are truly capable, then kill me. That way, no one will fight you for your son, and you can legitimately inherit my fortune. Isn’t that what you’ve always wanted?”
“Fu Yan Ting.” Yan Xi was so angry that her hands trembled. Did Fu Yan Ting really think of her, Yan Xi, as such a person?
Yan Xi couldn’t bother with anything else. She raised her hand and slapped Fu Yan Ting.
The slap was very forceful. After delivering it, Yan Xi felt her hand go numb with pain.
Shi Wen Wen, who had been eavesdropping on the conversation between Fu Yan Ting and Yan Xi in the room, was also furious.
She never expected Yan Xi to be so heartless towards Fu Yan Ting, yet Fu Yan Ting still thought of Yan Xi in every way and even wanted to give her his fortune.
Why was Fu Yan Ting so good to Yan Xi? Yan Xi didn't deserve it at all.
But now, Shi Wen Wen dared not anger Fu Yan Ting or stop any of his decisions.
She clenched her fists tightly.
She had to make Yan Xi die. Only the dead could not inherit the family fortune.
Even if Yan Xi had given birth to a son for Fu Yan Ting, what of it? Once Yan Xi died, she would marry Fu Yan Ting, and if she gave birth to a son for him, then Fu Yan Ting’s fortune would naturally belong to her and her child.
As for Yan Xi’s son, it was still unknown if he was Fu Yan Ting’s biological son. Even if he was, she had ways to ensure that child could not inherit Fu Yan Ting’s fortune.
Thinking of this, Shi Wen Wen’s lips curved into a slightly bloodthirsty smile, her eyes as sinister as a spreading venomous snake.
After this incident, the relationship between Yan Xi and Fu Yan Ting completely broke down.
Fu Yan Ting clearly would not let Yan Xi leave. If Yan Xi truly wanted to leave Fu Yan Ting, she could only wait for Fu Yan Ting to die.
To ensure Yan Xi could truly leave Fu Yan Ting completely, Shi Wen Wen hypnotized Yan Xi, making her personally kill Fu Yan Ting.
After being hypnotized, Yan Xi became disoriented, not knowing what she was doing.
Seeing that her hypnosis was successful, Shi Wen Wen began to brainwash Yan Xi, urging her to kill Fu Yan Ting herself.
When Fu Yan Ting returned home from work, he saw Yan Xi actively trying to please him.
Fu Yan Ting couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. In the time they had been together, this was one of the rare occasions Yan Xi actively tried to please him.
It reminded Fu Yan Ting of when he and Yan Xi first got married. Back then, Yan Xi would also actively try to please him to consolidate her position in the Fu family.
Even though he knew Yan Xi’s active attempts to please him had a reason, Fu Yan Ting felt a little excited.
Fu Yan Ting glanced at Yan Xi indifferently, remaining silent, allowing Yan Xi to fawn over him.
Shi Wen Wen, standing to the side, saw this scene. Although she was mad with jealousy, she told herself it was okay; Yan Xi and Fu Yan Ting’s relationship would soon end.
Comforting herself, Shi Wen Wen forcibly suppressed the surge of jealousy in her heart.
That night, Fu Yan Ting held Yan Xi in his arms, and they slept together.
That familiar intimacy returned. Even though they were just sleeping in each other’s arms, Fu Yan Ting felt greatly satisfied.
Before long, Fu Yan Ting's breathing became even.
Yan Xi slowly opened her eyes and looked at the sleeping Fu Yan Ting. Yan Xi couldn’t help but narrow her eyes.
Yan Xi said coldly, “Fu Yan Ting, you’re forcing me.”
Fu Yan Ting was a light sleeper. Moreover, Yan Xi was acting very unusually today.
Therefore, when Yan Xi opened her eyes and spoke, Fu Yan Ting was already awake. However, to avoid letting Yan Xi realize it, Fu Yan Ting did not open his eyes.
Hearing Yan Xi say that, Fu Yan Ting’s heart tightened. He didn’t know what Yan Xi was going to do.
Fu Yan Ting remained still. He wanted to see what exactly Yan Xi intended to do.
Suddenly, there was a slight chill at Fu Yan Ting’s neck.
Fu Yan Ting did not open his eyes, but he knew very well that Yan Xi had pressed a dagger to his neck.
Fu Yan Ting’s heart grew colder and colder.
Before, Yan Xi’s attempts to please him were just small tricks to achieve her goals.
But now, Yan Xi actually wanted to kill him.
How much did Yan Xi hate him to be capable of such a thing?
Indeed, one’s disappointment stems from one’s expectations.
Fu Yan Ting’s current disappointment was directly related to his expectations of Yan Xi.
Fu Yan Ting had always believed that as long as he and Yan Xi stayed together, love would grow over time, and they would grow old together.
Now, it seemed all of this was just his wishful thinking.
Fu Yan Ting had never loved a woman so deeply, but now, he felt utterly despairing.
Yan Xi pressed the dagger against Fu Yan Ting’s neck and said coldly, “Fu Yan Ting, you know, I’ve never loved you. If it weren’t for your fortune, do you think I would have married you?”
Although Fu Yan Ting had already known these words, hearing Yan Xi say them so openly still hurt him deeply.
“Fu Yan Ting, you said that once you die, I can leave you completely, and I will be free. Since you said that, then don’t blame me for being ruthless.”
With every word Yan Xi spoke, the dagger pressed a little deeper.
Blood began to flow from Fu Yan Ting’s neck.
Yet, Fu Yan Ting did not feel any pain.
Perhaps his heart was too cold.
The pain in his heart far outweighed the pain from the wound on his neck.
Fu Yan Ting had never given up on Yan Xi, even after the cruel things she had done five years ago, forcing him to sign the divorce papers.
He had never thought of giving up on Yan Xi.
In Fu Yan Ting’s heart, Yan Xi was the person he could grow old with, and the only woman who had ever entered his heart.
But now, Yan Xi was hurting him so recklessly.